Friday, 15 November 2013

Daddy's Call

I woke up this morning to the sound of my phone ringing. There was a call from my dad. He asked me whether I had received the phone credits he sent me, I said yes. Then he asked me a few questions about my conditions; do I need something more, am I alright, and so on and so forth. Then he told me not to worry about finishing my thesis, which relieves me so much. He told me its his job and my mother's job to make sure their children doesn't feel lack of anything. I nearly cried at that time because it felt like my dad had just read the writing I posted just a night ago. I think parents' feelings to their daughters and sons are just that strong. It's like they know everything and always knowing how to make their children calm again.

I do not always adore my parents; there are times when I'm really just sick of what they're saying and what they're doing. Sometimes I'm mad to them. I think it's just a phase everyone has with their parents, don't they? Doesn't mean I don't love them, though. I love them very much, I want to make them proud of me.

Again and again, I hope my grandfather gets well really soon. If you read this and pray for my grandfather too, I really am thankful for praying with me.

May Allah always bless you, good people.

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