Friday, 11 August 2017

Mera bachcha Ali Mahdi,

Mashallah, you turned eight today. May Allah give you years of my life and prolong yours. May your life be full of happiness and peace of mind and progression on all the levels of your being. I had so many dreams for you, but now, I only pray that you are growing up to be a good human being, a compassionate man with a loving heart.

A birthday of her son is a happy occasion for any mother. But I have spent the last 5 years in morose silences on every 10th of August, my sighs pronouncing the sorrow of separation from you.

I was sitting with your Bibijoon (my mother) and your 'haala'(my sister) and your topic as usual kept coming up. When you were almost 2, Bibijoon used to feed you a seed of cardamom and you loved the flavour so much you'd start rocking from side to side and almost fall over. It was so adorable.
Sometimes, you'd play so much with your haala and mamu that you'd fall asleep in your walker with a half eaten wafer in your hand.

My heart aches for you everyday my love.

I hope I see you again very soon.

Yours forever,
Mama.