Our father's a genius. I don't know what gets into me that I become annoyed with him. Such a bad kid i am. He never scolded me or anything. He is such a sweetheart. He works so hard yet he gets so less peace.
Recently discovered fact is that my father has a love for a particular white panjabi. How did i know? I'll tell you:
Father tries to be religious but that doesn't mean he forces us to do anything nor does he goes around preaching everyone about Islam. He tells us to read and to know and to gain knowledge. He says,'When you'll read you will know it yourself.' this is what i most like about him.
Father offers his 5 daily prayers as well as Tahajjud prayer. For Fajr Prayer he wakes me up as i requested him and also because i want to be like him. Only that i am a girl is the only difference between us, otherwise everything is similar.
Mother somehow got up, I don't know how, maybe because of her stomach ache and the noise father and i usually make with the wooden cupboards to search for the prayer mat. Must admit, without your mother you cannot find anything.
Father always wore that particular white panjabi which he used to wear to Jum'ah prayer when with me when i was a tomboy and everyone thought i was a literal boy. The time when I was youngest among all my cousins.
Back to present. After we finished our prayers, father went to the washroom to change into normal clothes and then-------
IT TORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you should have seen his depressed face. i felt so sorry for him.
He told his wife to mend it, to stitch it but she said it was beyond repair. Next day, he again asked his wife to mend it and in reply he got,' How many times do I have to tell you, it is beyond repair. Every time i stitch it, it tears more.'
Unable to do anything, now he wears a yellow t shirt without complaining. And all I can do is watch.
How pathetic I am!
I wish I could do something.
I wish.
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Father's love for a panjabi
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