It's been a while since I've been thinking of writing again.. more like writing and showing others my work. I just didn't know what to write about. The blogs that I follow are so good, they make writing look so effortless! But no, they're just that good. I am giving this a shot not knowing who will like this and who won't, but what's the harm in trying?
I've been watching some of the 'Facebook stories' being posted.. which made me think that I need to write more often and have this one little casket where I store my bundle of memories to be read when I'm not around.
Today is 6th January 2014; nothing so unique about this day except the fact that I built up the courage to write about something.
In two days, the date will mark the 25th Wedding Anniversary of my beloved parents.
25. Silver Jubilee? I have always been thankful for them though I am not very good with expressing feelings of love to those who matter. I have always admired their bond and wished to see them grow old together. But Allah had other plans for us. My father passed away 4 years, 3 months, and 10 days ago. Yes, I've been counting, and yes, it's very difficult to do without him.. Since the day I lost him, I've been striving to be the kind of daughter he'd be proud of. The daughter that made him smile, made him happy and the one he'd sadly send off to another home one day. My mother is a very strong woman, she's lived through all this and still manages to put up a brave face. I don't know where I would be without the love and support of my parents; they pushed me to do anything that caught my interest, which includes heaps of things! I was taught to be very gentle, caring, honest, and above all, to have a lot of self respect. These aren't the things one makes you sit down and explains in a classroom like atmosphere... there are qualities I get from them.
I think I am still a long way from being the perfect daughter; there are things I need to achieve and there are things I have to prove to everyone else except my parents because only then I can look up to the star lit heavens and say: "There, I made you proud!" :)
I've been watching some of the 'Facebook stories' being posted.. which made me think that I need to write more often and have this one little casket where I store my bundle of memories to be read when I'm not around.
Today is 6th January 2014; nothing so unique about this day except the fact that I built up the courage to write about something.
In two days, the date will mark the 25th Wedding Anniversary of my beloved parents.
25. Silver Jubilee? I have always been thankful for them though I am not very good with expressing feelings of love to those who matter. I have always admired their bond and wished to see them grow old together. But Allah had other plans for us. My father passed away 4 years, 3 months, and 10 days ago. Yes, I've been counting, and yes, it's very difficult to do without him.. Since the day I lost him, I've been striving to be the kind of daughter he'd be proud of. The daughter that made him smile, made him happy and the one he'd sadly send off to another home one day. My mother is a very strong woman, she's lived through all this and still manages to put up a brave face. I don't know where I would be without the love and support of my parents; they pushed me to do anything that caught my interest, which includes heaps of things! I was taught to be very gentle, caring, honest, and above all, to have a lot of self respect. These aren't the things one makes you sit down and explains in a classroom like atmosphere... there are qualities I get from them.
I think I am still a long way from being the perfect daughter; there are things I need to achieve and there are things I have to prove to everyone else except my parents because only then I can look up to the star lit heavens and say: "There, I made you proud!" :)
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