It’s been a quite long time I have not pen down anything. I feel today is the right time to write down again. Writing fiction is not my cup of tea. So I would stick to my amenity and write something else.
I just wandered in my past and plenty of thoughts came to my mind. Most of them are entangled with each other. I don’t know from where to start and how to articulate them.
A few years ago I was in my late teenage years and proud to be a senior student at the university as I was about to finish my education. My university was a bit far from my home and it would take me approximately half an hour to reach there. Every day I would go to university by my scooty. (Two wheeler vehicle for girls).
Every single day it is the same story for me, I decide every day that I will get up early in the morning from tomorrow and I would be in bed until 9 a.m. My mother screams daily. “Shaima, get up, don’t you have university today? See the time, It’s late get up”. I replied, “yes, I have to go, just 5 minutes please.”
She started uttering after listening to my reply “Only alarm doesn’t work for you, why don’t you get up early? When I was your age I would do all the work I would prepare breakfast for my mother and then I would leave for school.”
I opened my eyes and sneak a glance at the clock, got up from the bed. I started murmuring to myself “Today again it’s late, why can’t I get up early?” I started to get ready quickly and doing it I just screamed “Mom where is my water bottle? I couldn’t find it. I am already late. Why can’t I find anything in this house at its place?”
After finding my water bottle again I call mom “Mom, where is my key?”
Mom replied, “Where did u keep it yesterday?” I replied again “I don’t remember where I kept it yesterday.” I just started to search for a key everywhere madly. Mom came to me with the key in her hand and gave it to me.
Mom said “Just phone me once you reach university and when you leave for home. And do not over speed go slowly. ” This is her routine she never forgets to tell me to phone her once I reach university. I always wonder and soliloquies “I am going to university not somewhere else I know the route how to go to university and I am not a kid then why she always tells me this? “ I reached university and just forgot to apprise that I reached safely.
Days and months passed like this and soon I got a job in my city. Everything was going well and same like before. One day Life has turned the table. It proved to be the turning point in my life. I got an opportunity to work in another country. I left my country for my job and joined a new job. I was Happy and nervous at the same time.
Now, I am all alone, far away from my Mom and Dad . Now I have more responsibilities on my shoulders. I do not have my mom here to scream after me to wake me up in the morning. I have no one to ask did I reach home safely after a long day of work.
I have just mentioned about mother but a father is a person who sacrifices the most for his family.
I have been staying here in another country for a quite long time so I would not say that it is new to me now. But every single moment I miss my mother and father. I sincerely regret all the moments when I made them sad and tease them with my disruptive behavior.
But at the same time I am grateful to Allah that I have learned a lot while I am away from my parents. And I already corrected some of my mistakes and now I understand them well that it was their care and love towards me. And I really miss that.
No one in this world could love and care as selflessly as parents do. I just want to make my parents Happy forever.
I dedicate this blog to all wonderful parents. They are the true angels in our life.
Note: This is one of my old blogs. Re-posting it because I had lost it. :)
Comments
Hi Dara, thank you so much for stopping by and leaving a wise and meaningful comment.
Danyavaad SNR, I like my father and my mother too. I respect them and love them a lot. They were the cause of my existence in this world. Thanks for sharing.
This is beautiful SNR! I had to fight back a few tears to be able to write this. There's no one like Mum and Dad!
Thank you, Dear Svitlana and Esthar for pressing the like button. :)
Heyyyy AGGG,
I am delighted to know that you enjoyed reading my blog. I will work out on my grammar :D will improve it teacherrr :P
Hey Dear Bet,
Each word of yours is so true. That's why we say only parent's love for their children is true and selfless.
Thanks for visiting my blog :D
Hi Helena,
Indeed they are dear and only ones, I hope you meet your parents soon :) Now I live with my parents. I wrote this blog when I was away from them.
Hey Marsha, I am glad my blog was enjoyable. Thanks for your kind words. :)
Dear Rose,
I totally agree with you. This sense of gratitude and appreciation towards parents come only when we live away from parents.
Thanks a lot for dropping by and leaving a comment. :)
SNR, you are a true chatterbox... I enjoyed reading your blog :)
keep working on your grammar :P