I know a man, who is a father of perhaps the cutest little boy I have ever seen.
He wants so much for him, so much hope invested, so much emotion. So much thought.
And perhaps, one day, he will even surpass what he dreams, I hope for him so much.
But in this story of a happy family, lies a deeper meaning. A meaning of sacrifice, love, care and toil.
Its called making a family, and it is the hardest task a man and a woman will face.
But it is one they will have to face together. That is why marriage makes you whole. Unless you are one with your wife, you will not succeed.
He is a very caring man, a loving father, a die hard patriot. He studied in england, his passport is British, but he always told me that his hear had a sticker on his soul that said, "Made in the land I was born in".
He often joked, laughed, but you would always see a seriousness in his face. Because the thought of his child lingered in him.
That makes his mind weary, but he is never bored of it. Because love offsets all other illusions and emotions. That is why love is the only thing that is impossible to define, because we keep trying to define it, but we never realize that is something in its own right. We try to define. We try to pin-point. But somethings are made to be free.
The reason I write this is because life is hard, often bleak, but that does not mean you lose hope. Blind men dont see, but they listen, those who can't hear see. There is always a will if there is a way.
And that is why, I wish his family prospers because he has a good will and a wonderful son.
And like his struggle so will be all of ours. Just remember to never lose hope. Never give up. Crying makes me weak, but it gives me time to retaliate.
Life is supposed to be hard, it is a test. And that is what I leave you all today with. Salams.
