Lessons from the simple steps
With my right hand first
I open the door to the room where my woman gave birth
To my first born son
Only minutes before
I was in the waiting room, nervous
Moms giving me comfort
Family support
As I approached I could hear him crying
I didn’t notice
That my tears were running
Pictured myself for a moment in the arms of my father
Flashback to the bended shoulders
On which I’d sit
Grabbing his finger
Taking my first step
Would I become like him?
After a certain age bottle up
Stop showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the years
Replaced by hugs
Father whispered in his ears
The family was gathered
Pictures were taken
My hands still shaking
My joy was beyond words
Him in my arms
3 generations of tears running so calm
He came with Gods blessing and grace so we named him Faizan.
As I drive through the half-deserted streets of Manama at 5.30am after one of those difficult nights, listening to a man sing about the deeply personal experience of becoming a father. I can't help but notice things around me.
There's something magical and mysterious about fog, everything seems to be draped in it and things take on a different appearance. The mosque's minaret, shrouded in fog, its lights a beacon to those lost in the fog of life, its morning call to prayer an alarm to those asleep to the Message of Islam. It draws men from all sides, cars parked around it, even at 5.30am, wanting to perform the morning prayer and greet the day inside its holy walls.
An Indian couple, walking along a reasonably wide street but with no real footpath, walking slowly, not in a hurry, deep in conversation, he - dressed in simple slacks and a white shirt, she - wearing a yellow salwar kameez, walking along on a deserted residential street at 5.30am. What does he do here in Bahrain? A menial job to earn menial pay, being treated like dirt by most members of this society, far away from home. Is it of comfort to him, to have his wife by his side at 5.30am on this deserted street? Are they greeting the day together, whatever it may bring?
As I pull up outside my apartment and get ready to get some sleep before another day in the office. I can't help but wonder where is my beacon? My call? My sidewalk partner? Don't get me wrong, I'm in no urgency to find these things, this is not a quarter-life crisis... yet... but I can't help but wonder what new things await. This has certainly been a time of change in my life, nothing momentous has happened but I feel I have changed immeasurably. But in the words of Outlandish, "Looking back on my life, No regret only the sweet journey"... I do hope those words ring true for the rest of it.Looking back on my life
Life that’s gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you & I
Looking back on my life
No regret only the sweet journey
Lessons from the simple steps
Taking by you & I
posted by LX @ 1:41 PM
Comments: 1
