Now I know or at least understand the way I am about reminiscing the past. I happened to look back at one family photo album, one of the oldest kept in this house. Some photos made me smile, almost laughing in fact while another some made me feel sudden sorrow and blue.
One question popped in my head weirdly along with its answer. The question is ‘why do most of us feel our childhood, or early years in our life so meaningful and so sacred?’
The answer to this particular inquiry is because we were pure creatures, free from sins and Dunya demands. We looked at our parents with such admiration, we idolised them and we loved them unconditionally too. Our siblings were our pillars in idolising our parents. The bond is so strong. No matter what happened in our childhood, we would always find our flesh and blood first for solutions, for protection and for joy. Some cases are unfortunate where some of us didn’t have parents in the first place or no siblings to relate with or some just came from broken homes so they seek happiness from other sources.
Now that we are all grown-ups and living our life almost exclusively independent from our family, we subconsciously put conditions to our love, we put demands of this Dunya first before them, we don’t necessarily look at our parents with the same awe. Only when we encounter problems then we start to admire our parents on how they used to raise us and made us like we are today.
Blessings come in various shapes and home is where our heart is. Let’s try our best in this last days of Ramadhan to purify our love so our parents get the love as they deserve; UNCONDITIONALLY.
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Unconditionally and sincere before we pray to Allah “I miss my parents so bad, please The Almighty, reunite us in Jannah, the eternal place”.
