Parents are the Nucleous of a person’s life. Unfortunately, I lost both till my teenage. I often heard and read in numerous books that Parents sacrifice a lot for the bright future of their children. In my case, I came to know that even when they are dead, they became like a Ray in the end of a tunnel of life. I often miss my late parents in trauma and It seems that they pat me on my back and advise me to “gird up my lions” again.
My father served in Pakistan Railway more than a score and retired in his 50s.He kicked the bucket, when I was mere 13 years old. That time was quite devastating for all of us because my eldest brother was burdened with the responsibility of 7 members with the addition of 2 young sons respectively. It was not a piece of cake to meet expenses because of price hike. Hard times don’t remain forever. My Parents especially my father was a diligent person, so I got this quality in inheritance. It was my cherished desire to study not for earning money only but for the sake of passion and serving humanity.
My dream of studying further turned into reality, because my eldest brother was always in favour of my passion and supported me as much as was possible. It is an admitted fact, that on the road to success, there is always “We” not “Me”, so my siblings supported me and tried to meet the deficiency of my late parents at maximum level. I remember the time, when I passed my exams with flying colours but instead of enjoying those indelible moments, I missed the absence of “Abu G”, because he pampered me a lot and my younger brother got irritated, when Abu G used to treat me like a kid, although my younger brother also treated me like a doll but he used to enjoy teasing me.
“Life is a challenge, meet it.” Mother Theresa
I braced multiple challenges in my life too, but all those challenges made me a stronger version of myself. In spite of fear of known, fear of unknown, I worked day in and day out. With time, I realized that Parents are always with us even if they are not alive. Even today, when I recite, and I never forget to pray for their salvation. I feel like they are always with me and smile on my accomplishment.
“A mother is a mother still, the holiest thing alive.” Coleridge
I always cherish the presence of my generous mother in pain. Instantly, my pain is turned into power. Thus, out of various lessons of my life, I have learnt that one must be able to turn pain into power because life is a zig zag path and replete with many twists and turns. The pain of losing Parents changed me into another person. My late Parents are my unsung heroes. May the Everlasting, bless them with highest ranks in Jannah. Aameen.
