There is this Arabic proverb that goes like: “One can’t give what they don’t have”
Well, according to my understanding to this proverb, I think it’s untrue.. Simply because I obtained a lot of different things from people who didn’t have these things.. And sometimes didn’t even intentionally want to give them (things) to me..
For instance, I learned how NOT to be nosey cu’z of people who were waaaaaaaay too nosey.. I, by observing them, saw how bad it is for one’s self and for others to be nosey.. And so forth..
Daddy for instance, gave me something he didn’t have.. And intentionally.. The English language.. Baba isn’t that fluent in English.. But ever since I was little, he taught me English.. Not by sending me to English schools only, but by teaching me English.. Now you’ll tell me so this goes with the proverb; he had to learn it and HAVE it to give it to you! Well, no!! That didn’t happen.. In the fourth grade for example, he took my social studies book, and translated all the complex words (not memorized them, but translated them using a dictionary, flipping through it's pages for days) and sat with me on the dining table & made sure that I understood & memorized them all.. When I use the word ‘different’, I remember dad.. the word ‘tide’.. You know what I'm talking about? Like how some smells remind you of things.. Words.. they take me back.. Right now, my eyes are heating up, and tears are coming on the way.. Breathe.. Breathe.. Aahhh!! Bien.. Okay.. Baba.. I really miss him.. InshaAllah he’d come back safely.. My sister sent him a message yesterday saying: “The house with no baba, is like a cell without a cell wall..”.. My heart twinges.. How on earth am I going give him thanks?! Not anything on this earth is worth anything baba did.. And still does.. If I bring him the whole world, it won’t mean anything.. What he does is priceless.. Who’s ever going to take care of me the way he and mama do?!?!?!?! I always wonder!! I remember how he taught me how to ride my red bike.. I remember how he’d hold the seat from the back to make me feel safe.. He'd touch me every now & then & run next to me.. "You can do it, you can do it ya saroor..".. With him I’m in safe hands..
For instance, I learned how NOT to be nosey cu’z of people who were waaaaaaaay too nosey.. I, by observing them, saw how bad it is for one’s self and for others to be nosey.. And so forth..
Daddy for instance, gave me something he didn’t have.. And intentionally.. The English language.. Baba isn’t that fluent in English.. But ever since I was little, he taught me English.. Not by sending me to English schools only, but by teaching me English.. Now you’ll tell me so this goes with the proverb; he had to learn it and HAVE it to give it to you! Well, no!! That didn’t happen.. In the fourth grade for example, he took my social studies book, and translated all the complex words (not memorized them, but translated them using a dictionary, flipping through it's pages for days) and sat with me on the dining table & made sure that I understood & memorized them all.. When I use the word ‘different’, I remember dad.. the word ‘tide’.. You know what I'm talking about? Like how some smells remind you of things.. Words.. they take me back.. Right now, my eyes are heating up, and tears are coming on the way.. Breathe.. Breathe.. Aahhh!! Bien.. Okay.. Baba.. I really miss him.. InshaAllah he’d come back safely.. My sister sent him a message yesterday saying: “The house with no baba, is like a cell without a cell wall..”.. My heart twinges.. How on earth am I going give him thanks?! Not anything on this earth is worth anything baba did.. And still does.. If I bring him the whole world, it won’t mean anything.. What he does is priceless.. Who’s ever going to take care of me the way he and mama do?!?!?!?! I always wonder!! I remember how he taught me how to ride my red bike.. I remember how he’d hold the seat from the back to make me feel safe.. He'd touch me every now & then & run next to me.. "You can do it, you can do it ya saroor..".. With him I’m in safe hands..
I still remember back in school when kids were embarrassed of their parents.. They wouldn’t want them to come to the parents/teacher meetings; as their parents’ English was bad & it would humiliate them(kids)!!!! Or when girls wouldn’t want to go shopping with their mothers; ‘cuz they believe walking with them is a shame!!
I love you daddy :)
I love you mama :)
I love you to the point that it aches from inside..
May Allah bless me with your presence until my last breath.. Amen.
" We enjoined the human being to honor his parents. His mother bore him arduously, gave birth to him arduously, and took intimate care of him for thirty months. When he reaches maturity, and reaches the age of forty, he should say, "My Lord, direct me to appreciate the blessings You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents, and to do the righteous works that please You. Let my children be righteous as well. I have repented to You; I am a submitter." "
Qur'an [46:15]
17 comments:
Dearest sister Sara,
I got tearful too! How can I ever forget to thank Allah everyday for my parents?
Those moments are like jewels to us... may your Baba come back to you soon and safely, and may Allah protect you all... ameen.
Your sister is so sweet, I love it when we use science in our daily words like, not having you is like being an empty receptor active site haha. My sister and I do that alot, it's like our special language lol.
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Sister Sara
I totally respect this article, infact, when i lost my father 2 years ago, i felt my life was empty, and full of misery, i turned to Allah the Almighty, and still today i miss him.
The fact is there is only one mother and one father in this life time, and no matter what, nobody will be able to replace them, so while they with us we must love and respect them, am sure when we all have children we will want the same, therefore we only have one chance, thats how i feel.
May Allah bless you.
Ameen.
In the name of Allah the Most benificient the most mercifull:
just a little poem on mothers:
I'd give her my life just so that
she'd live longer
I'd give her my strength
to make her stronger
I'd take away her tears
so that she'd never cry
I'd take away her frowns
so that her smile could never die
I'll always be there for her
when ever she needs me
If I could I'd give her happy thoughts
that only she could see
Though one of these days
she'll be gone
she'll always be my mum
with every day that goes on
Posted By irfan Paderwala
Slmz, nice one!
Ditto to what Sister Jannah said..It made me cry, what can i say. Im an emotional bugger. I was wondering that if i have any queries is it poss for me to ask you these here because i jus wanna gain more knowledge (if that makes any sense). I read what u write and what others say and it really inspires me. If you have any more poems than can u post them, i like readin them. Until then, i bid u adieu. Asalamualaykum peeps!
To Blogspotting
I am here always, me and sister sara will try and help anybody that has any questions, it makes me feel better when i help somebody, although it may not benifit me or sara today, someone above us is watching us, and inshallah if our intentions are right we will all get rewarded for our actions.
Just make sure what you learn you practice, thats the only way to success, also to pass on the message to other muslims and non-muslims.
May Allah bless us all.
Salaamz............
With a big smile.
Ur right im emailin people as we speak or in this case, as i write... Jazakallah irfan.
irfan did you write this poem?
Beautiful attribution to your father's love. He must be proud of you and your achievements.
Jannaaaaaaaah :)
My blog without you is like an experiment without a lab.. lol
;)
Brother Irfan, how beautiful those words are.. And the beauty lies in their reality.. I swear I feel like so all the time.. Like if they're in pain, I wish if I could take it.. Or unhappy, wish I could erase it..
Mr Rivi,
Thank you so much for your visit.. And I hope you and your family are in the best state of faith & health..
I hope dad's proud of me.. & no matter what I say, it won't come close to how blessed I am to have him..
And oh, if I type non-stop of what the one with heaven beneath her feet does for me, I'd die typing..
Hope your son's poetry is going fine.. Don't let go of that Mr. Rivi, he is really talented..
With respect,
Brother Irfan..
I tried avoiding talking about your dad.. But don't think there is a reason good enough to avoid it..
It surely is a loss brother.. I really am out of words, but full of feelings.. All you can do is pray for him in every salah, & do sadaqa in his name..
Always remember him in your du'a.. He's surely worth it..
May Alah have mercy on his soul.. Amen.
And on all muslims' souls.. Amen.
I always pray for the dead..
Almost everyday..
Hope everyone does that.. It's humbling & also gets back to you too..
May Allah soften our hearts & accept us.. May He always be pleased with us..
Brother Irfan, learn from the death of your father. Im sure he was a good human being, just remember that Allah tests those that he loves the most, Inshallah Allah will grant him Jannat Firdous. Readin about your situation, makes me appreciate my parents more. I know that they just want us to be good human beings and Better muslims. I know i aint that great a person but i hope that Allah can forgive my sins and bring me closer to Islam. After all jannat is under the feet of your mother.. correct me if im wrong.
somebody once said to me,' your dad loves u guys so much, he would do anything for you. always keep him happy. dont let me down' since that day, all i want is the happiness of my father cuz i no his trying to give me and my family things he didnt have. I thank this person because if they had not told me this than it wudnt had been as obvious. sometimes u just need that someone to point it out to you. Dont you agree?
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Sara, Blogspoting and others.
Thank you all for all you're contributions on this blog, i must thank sister sara for her great efforts, time and motivation towards all of us guys.
The topic on parents can go on for ever, especially when you read the Holy Quraan, it states so many great things, one would only realise the values upon reading the Quraan and its trans on parents.
I just ask Allah to keep us all happy, and that we maintain our parents respect,as well as love our families.
Keep up the blogging and remember reading is not the end of it, it what you read you have to put into practice, or its all useless.
May Allah help us achieve all our goals to success in this life and the hearafter.
Ameen............
Qur'an 17:23-24. Your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him and that you be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them in terms of honor. And out of kindness, lower to them the wing of humility and say, "My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy even as they cherished me in childhood."
'May Allah bless me with your presence until my last breath.. ' Ameen sister. I cant imagine my life without my parents there, always wanting the best for us.
'The fact is there is only one mother and one father in this life time, and no matter what, nobody will be able to replace them, so while they with us we must love and respect them, am sure when we all have children we will want the same, therefore we only have one chance.' Yes Irfan, agree with you there aswel.
I would like to take this opportunity to say Thank You, to both of uz. You guys have opened my eyes to many things and i can thank you countless times, but that'l never be enough so the best i can do is pray that Allah always keeps u guys happy and embraces you with His love. Always remembering you in ma duas. xx
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