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I hold you close in my heart, and I let go with my hands
Sunday, 4 January 2026

If one or both of them reach old age in your care, never say to them ˹even˺ 'ugh,' nor yell at them - Surah Al-Isra - 23 
As a father of an adult married son, my mind is often filled with dreams about our relationship. I hope he becomes a compassionate, diligent person—a sadaqa-e-jaria for me, a person who brings constant goodness and draws his character from the principles I strive to impart. Above all, I wish for him to be surrounded by love and encouragement, knowing that he has a refuge in me while forging his own way.

Striking the balance between guiding him and granting him independence is a delicate dance. There’s a constant tug-of-war between wanting to steer him toward wise choices and stepping back to let him discover his own way. I’ve come to realize that parenting isn’t about perfection—it’s about presence. It’s about being there without hovering, offering wisdom without control, and embracing the messiness of his journey as uniquely his own.

My greatest wish is for an honest, open relationship in which we can enjoy our joys, confess our fears, and struggle together without criticism. I want to be his friend, not his critic, encouraging his hopes while not allowing myself to project my own. Unconditional love, I am discovering, is rejoicing in who he is, not in who I would like him to be.

Finally, my prayer for him, "Ya Allah, guide him nearer to our faith, deen-e-Islam. Illuminate his path ahead. Grant him success in his profession. Bless him with a joyful and fulfilling marriage. May his spouse be a continuous source of comfort and peace for him. And allow me the joy of witnessing him thrive, flourish, and build a loving family of his own."

That said, this voyage is not without its aggravations. Daily frustrations—what I refer to as his "Charge Sheet"—push me to my limits. Whether his obstinacy, a neglected task, or an act of defiance, these minor provocation moments cause me to stop and consider. 

Here are some of the irritants: 

Knowing that I never wanted it, he got a kitchen renovation, new AC, a bigger TV, and new Fans, and more. That is OK. Now he pretends as if nothing has happened. Every other day, he says, Now I will get to the washrooms?   

Where were you? Is asking this a crime? Now I do not dare to ask and keep worrying /sulking. 

Of course, he is not a roofing expert. 

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