Silent friend
In youth, a person keeps looking at his father with suspicion, as if he does not understand our problems, sufferings, or needs. It does not understand the requirements of the new age
Sometimes we even start comparing our father, "Our father would have worked so hard, saved, made something."
So today we would also be roaming around in a luxurious house and car like so and so.
Questions like "Where are you? When will you come? Don't be late" seem very useless and redundant
"Sweater is worn by something else, it's freezing" One thinks that because of the old fashion, the father has no idea about the outside world.
Most of the children judge their father on the same criteria, house, car, plot, bank balance, business, and put their failures on the father's account.
"If we had something, we would study in a good school and do business."
No doubt about it
The ideal for children is also their father, but some things are not understood in youth or we do not try to understand, because in front of us, time is needed, the ghost of competition from the world rides.
In the quest to get everything as soon as possible, we are losing something, which is realized very late
Many children, blaming their father for their time deprivations, become blameless for everything.
Time passes, good and bad, and so fast that one begins to see stories of the past in the blink of an eye.
Youth, education, job, marriage, children and then the same stage, the same role, playing every moment, with the face of his father in front of his eyes, every thought, feeling, concern, worry, shame and pain of his father. He opens it up to us
Sometimes father's silence for no reason, sometimes laughter for no reason among old friends
Disdaining fine clothes, wearing old ones proudly, proud of one's simplicity in food
Sometimes the reason why you are so engrossed in your small tasks is to bow your head
Sometimes without any reason to lie down after turning off the light in the evening on the pretext of being tired
Reciting the Qur'an with lowered eyes, with extreme concentration, and drowning, understanding begins to come, but after a long time.
When we ourselves stay awake at night, blowing circles of Ayatul Kursi on the children who have gone to other cities.
When we suddenly think while doing ablution in the cold, just ask "Son, do you have hot water?"
When the cool air of the room cooler touches the body in the heat of anger, the first feeling that stirs in the heart and mind is, "Some children have not sat in the heat."
The future of young children, the worry of marriages, the father who weaves a thousand fabrics, tired and seeks refuge in Allah and His Holy Word.
Then I remember, our father used to pray for the children's safety, happiness and a better future with each syllable and each verse.
After every prayer, the trembling hands would be raised, forgetting their prayers, like us, our father would also give each child to the shelter of Allah with moist eyes.
In the evening, sometimes, after turning off the light in the room, I would burn in the fire of this concern that I did too little for my children.
Children remember their father for a long time, so long that we miss to touch him, to feel him, to relieve his every bitterness, pain and worry.
It is a strange feeling, which after time in its original form makes us uncomfortable
But those who are aware of these facts in time are the lucky ones
* As children we understand
To touch father, to love, to touch with heart, these are the things of childhood.
Becoming a father makes the eyes wet
I don't know how many times the father must have opened his arms to kiss us in his heart.
His lips will ache for love
And our intrepid youth would not have given him that chance
Middle-class white people like us
Every wish, every prayer, every desire, starting with the children, ends with the children.
But there will be few fathers who can bring this feeling to their children in their life
It is a hidden, sweet, sweet pain that a father carries with him
For children, a feeling of not being able to do anything despite doing a lot keeps a father restless until the end, and
It all feels very intense
When we become fathers. Step on the threshold of old age
So the nature of the Father's heart transfers it to our hearts
If children see the love for themselves in their father's heart with open eyes, in time
So maybe he will believe that there is no friend in the world more than a father...
