The day that you see me old and I am already not, have patient and try to understand me… If I get dirt when eating…if I cannot dress…have patient. Remember the hours I spent teaching it to you. If, when I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one times…do not interrupt me…listen to me. When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story until you get to sleep.
When I don’t want to have a shower, neither shame me nor scold me. Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses or I invented, in order that you wanted to bath. When you see my ignorance on new technologies…give me the necessary time and not look at me with your mocking smile. I thought you how to do so many things, to eat good, to dress well…to confront life.
When at some moment I lost the memory or the thread of our conversation…let me have the necessary time to remember…and if I cannot do it, don’t become nervous…as the most important thing is not my conversation but surely to be with you and to have you listening to me. If ever I don’t want to eat, don’t force me. I know well when I need to and when not. When my tired legs don’t allow me to walk…give me your hand…the same way I did when you gave your first step.
And…
When someday I say to you that I don’t want to live any more…I want to die…don’t get angry…someday you will understand. Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived. Someday you will discover that, despite my mistakes, I always wanted the best thing for you and that I tried to prepare the way for you. You must not feel sad, angry or impotent for seeing me near you. I will pay you by smile and by the immense love I have had always for you.
I love you… I remember this hadith of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him):
“Undoubtedly Allah the Most Glorious elevates the rank of a virtuous slave. The latter says, ‘o Lord, where did I get this rank from?’ Allah says, ‘it is due to the invocation of forgiveness that your children have made for you.” (Ahmad)
Dear my sister, brothers and friends,
Look at the invocation that Allah has asked us to say for them:
“o my Lord! Have compassion on them, as they brought me up (when I was) little.”
(Al-Israa’ 17:24)
Dear mother and father, I will always be next to you, try to understand you and to help you as you did it when I started living. Help you to walk, help you to end your way with love and patience.
I will always recite the supplication below;
“…o my Lord! Have compassion on them, as they brought me up (when I was) little…”
Love you too…
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