The letter was retrieved. I read and read it through, half-knowing it would not materialise. But heck, if luck ever strikes me the littlest, here goes to my future kids:
Dear Apple of my eyes,
Be beautiful. Not only physically, but internally. Wear sunscreen. SPF30. And take care of your skin since you're young.
All my life I have never intended nor I wanted a kid for myself so you must have been an accident. That, or your father must have succeeded in convincing me to have you. Either way, everything changed after you. I started to understand a mother's unconditional love, something that I used to take for granted on a lot of occasions. I think I realised the reasons I was quite adamant to not having any babies was exactly that - I was afraid of having unconditional love for another being. The possibilities of having my trusts betrayed and heart shattered loom abundant and that's a pretty scary thought to be carrying around. And most of all, I was afraid of the possibility of not being given the chance of being a mother.
But then, as I said, God gave me the most precious gift a woman can have - motherhood. So I pray that you grow up to be a much bigger person than I have ever been. A much better person. Love unconditionally. Open up your heart to the world around you and find your passion. The world is a beautiful place to live in so stop once in a while to smell the flowers and enjoy the birds chirping.
Have respect for yourself and the people around you, as only then would you be respected. Never be judgmental. That's not a thing for you to do. Always know that you are your own destiny - whether you think you can or you can't, you are right. That's about the only intelligent stuff that has come out of your dad's mouth (although I know he actually quoted Henry Ford). Point is, find your passion and act upon it. I would always be your biggest fan and stand by your side till I die.
I hope you grow up to be a good poet, in the sense that you understand life is a poetry in motion. Beautiful lines strung together out of experiences and observances, be it good or bad.
I'll pray that you live up to your name - cultured, respectful and needless to say, a good Muslim. Most importantly I pray all the best things in life for you and sheer happiness.
Your Mother.
Dear Apple of my eyes,
Be beautiful. Not only physically, but internally. Wear sunscreen. SPF30. And take care of your skin since you're young.
All my life I have never intended nor I wanted a kid for myself so you must have been an accident. That, or your father must have succeeded in convincing me to have you. Either way, everything changed after you. I started to understand a mother's unconditional love, something that I used to take for granted on a lot of occasions. I think I realised the reasons I was quite adamant to not having any babies was exactly that - I was afraid of having unconditional love for another being. The possibilities of having my trusts betrayed and heart shattered loom abundant and that's a pretty scary thought to be carrying around. And most of all, I was afraid of the possibility of not being given the chance of being a mother.
But then, as I said, God gave me the most precious gift a woman can have - motherhood. So I pray that you grow up to be a much bigger person than I have ever been. A much better person. Love unconditionally. Open up your heart to the world around you and find your passion. The world is a beautiful place to live in so stop once in a while to smell the flowers and enjoy the birds chirping.
Have respect for yourself and the people around you, as only then would you be respected. Never be judgmental. That's not a thing for you to do. Always know that you are your own destiny - whether you think you can or you can't, you are right. That's about the only intelligent stuff that has come out of your dad's mouth (although I know he actually quoted Henry Ford). Point is, find your passion and act upon it. I would always be your biggest fan and stand by your side till I die.
I hope you grow up to be a good poet, in the sense that you understand life is a poetry in motion. Beautiful lines strung together out of experiences and observances, be it good or bad.
I'll pray that you live up to your name - cultured, respectful and needless to say, a good Muslim. Most importantly I pray all the best things in life for you and sheer happiness.
Your Mother.