family, marriage, reflections

All that you leave behind

At my valima my dad surprised us by stepping up to the podium displaying a key chain in his hands. They were mine, and as anyone who knows me knows, I’m the absent minded and quite forgetful professor. As he looked in my direction I wondered, what an odd place for rebuke, when he said:

“Aisha beta, when you left your home, your old home, the home where you used to live, you forgot something. You forgot your keys. These are not keys to a house. They are the keys to a home. I want you to keep these keys because this home is your home to come to anytime. Come in the day. Come at night. But there is no need to knock because this home is always open to you”

Its spring break and I can’t help but remember when I lived in that home waking up at noon to fresh parathas as ami chopped vegetables in the kitchen, the phone tucked under her ear as we contemplated our day’s plans involving slight variations of nothing. When you’re in the moment, the moment seems to stretch forever, time tiptoeing subtly, nudging you along imperceptibly until you’ve reached the precipice when the moment latches off, as it must, slipping through your fingers into chambers where only your memories may visit. Its in those chambers, that every now and then, I find my heart taking a backward glance taking in a memory of a moment that once seemed though never promised to last forever.

31 thoughts on “All that you leave behind”

  1. It’s funny that we don’t realize how awesome it is to be a kid until we’re not kids anymore. 🙂What your dad said at your valima was very sweet… I’m getting a little verklempt just reading it, so I can’t imagine how weepy people were hearing it!

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  2. God, just reading that made me all teary-eyed!! That was soo sweet.I don’t think any home can take the place of a girl’s first home – her parents home (that is if she has sweet memories attached to it).

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  3. OK, you just managed to make me cry and not just cry but bawl 😦 Give your Abu a tight hug and tell him you love him!I love you my darling Aisha.Love,Suroor

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  4. Your father showed in the most wonderful way what every parent wishes and hopes for from their child: return.Not permanent return; the day you were born they knew this was coming. They hope for the day you come home for love – essentially a child never leaves a parents heart. 🙂Thanks for sharing this with us. I know I rarely (if ever comment) but this was a powerful piece. 🙂

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  5. That’s a good heartfelt gesture from your dad.I am going to ask something completely inappropriate now.. All these posts … is there some good news?

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  6. Salamaat,aww..when I read the title I thought it was about death…but it still is in some ways.your dad is precious Mashaallah. lol. Mezba sounds like an aunty :p

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  7. Huda, I just remember childhood seemed to stretch to eternity..Rabia, Enyur,I agree… 🙂Suroor, oh no, I didnt mean to make you cry. I admit, its thinking of you that made me reflect on this… It was a protected entry so its why I didnt mention that…Chorna, thanks for the comment. I’m glad you liked it! And yes permanent return is not what they hope for, but a place in the heart. Is it just me or is this peculiar to desis and the like…Mystic, thanks 🙂Frenchita, like most parents, yes 🙂MEzba, I’m looking at my posts, what makes you think that? the nose piercing? getting speeding ticket? coffee issues?? Silly, I’m just a bit homesick 🙂 Ill send you a message on facebook and explain!Maliha, oh, I put the picture of the ruxati to illustrate what I meant by leaving behind. Sometimes you just get a bit nostalgic I guess 🙂 And yes, I think Mezba should be termed, “auntie Mezba” from now on ;0)Chai, 😦 Im sorry it made you cry. Yeah… just feeling a bit homesick.

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  8. “When you’re in the moment, the moment seems to stretch forever, time tiptoeing subtly, nudging you along imperceptibly until you’ve reached the precipice when the moment latches off”Beautiful prose.

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  9. Is that you Abu Ji?Baji, hmm I guess it is prose! Thank you 🙂Mezba 😉 yeah I explaned where the nostalgic type posts are coming from on there.

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  10. What a GREAT picture, post and thing for Dad to say.Doesn’t just hearing that make you feel like no matter what happens…..It will always be ok?I love having those moments and when I do, I always hesitate to move for fear of loosing it.

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  11. Aisha,“When you’re in the moment, the moment seems to stretch forever, time tiptoeing subtly, nudging you along imperceptibly until you’ve reached the precipice when the moment latches off, as it must, slipping through your fingers into chambers where only your memories may visit. Its in those chambers, that every now and then, I find my heart taking a backward glance taking in a memory of a moment that once seemed though never promised to last forever.”I loved this….and I talked to my dad just now…take care, May Allah give you more moments to cherish.

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  12. Awww Aisha, mashaAllah that was so sweet. Arent daddies the best? *sigh* My dad gave a little speech at my wedding and I started crying sitting right there on the stage. And at the rukhsati I was holding it together until I hugged my dad. Thats when the waterworks came. I remember the driver of our limo asking Sabir why I was crying so much. He probably thought I was getting married agianst my wishes or something, haha. Anyway, thanks for bringing back some sweet memories, and for sharing yours!Maleeha

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  13. Anon1: thanks:Anon2: Thanks mommy, see you soon 🙂Momyblogr, enjoy them, for all good things must come to an end, though other good things may be following in its stead…. moments good and bad do pass.Yemi, welcome to the blog and thanks for the comment 🙂Frenchita, I’m glad you liked it. And i’m glad you talkd to your dad! 🙂Sobia, awwww 😦Maleeha, thanks 🙂 I felt the same way, it was my dad and saying goodbye to him at the ruxati was the part that just hurt 😦

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  14. Hello again…I am so nostalgic for my old freinds and all the sincerity. Maybe the DC environment is getting to me…absolutely beautiful prose. I feel ya. I am proud of what you’ve become *sniff*, not only in career status, but also as a person.

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