In youth, man looks at his father with suspicion, as if he does not realize our problems, sufferings or needs. It does not understand the requirements of the new era.
Sometimes we even begin to compare our fathers, “Our father would have worked so hard, saved, made something.
So today we too … would have been walking around in such a magnificent house, car
Where are you When will you come Questions like “Don’t be late” seem very trivial.
Sweaters are worn, so wear something else. It’s very cold.
Often children judge their father by the same standards, house, car, plot, bank balance, business and put their failures in the father’s account.
They become self-sufficient. “If we had anything, we would go to good schools and do business.
The ideal for children is also their father but some things, in our youth we do not understand or we do not try to understand, because in front of us, time is needed, the ghost of competition with the world rides.
In the quest to get everything as soon as possible, we are also losing something, which is realised too late.
Many children, by blaming their father for the first time, are acquitted of everything.
Time passes, good and bad, and passes so fast that in the blink of an eye one begins to see the stories of the past hovering around him.
Youth, education, job, marriage, children and then the same stage, the same character, who is playing, every moment, his father’s face coming in front of his eyes, every thought, feeling, worry, worry, embarrassment and pain of his father. Puts us open.
Sometimes unreasonable silence of father, sometimes unreasonable laughter in old friends.
By disliking good clothes, wearing old ones with pride, proud of their simplicity in food.
Sometimes bowing your head because you enjoy your little things.
Never go to bed with the lights off in the evening under the pretext of fatigue for no reason.
Looking down, with extreme concentration, reciting the Qur’an by drowning, understanding begins to come but after a long time.
When we ourselves wake up at night, the children who have gone to other cities blow the circle of Ayatollah Al-Kursi.
When we suddenly think while performing Wudhu in the cold, just ask, “Son, hot water comes to you.”
When the cool air of the room cooler touches the body in the heat of anger, the first sensation that shakes the heart and mind is,
The future of young children, the worry of marriages, the father who weaves a thousand fabrics, the weary one seeks refuge in Allah and His Holy Word.
Then I remember, our father must also pray one letter at a time, one verse at a time, for the safety, happiness and better future of the children.
After every prayer, trembling hands will be raised, forgetting their prayers. Like us, our father will give refuge to Allah with tender eyes.
Sometimes in the evening, turning off the light in the room, I would burn in the fire of the thought that I had done too little for my children.
Children miss their father for a long time, so long that we lose touch, to feel him, to remove his every bitterness, pain, worry.
It’s a strange feeling, which makes us restless in its original form over time.
But it is the lucky offspring who are exposed to these realities in a timely manner.
As children we understand
Touching the father, loving, cherishing, these are the things of childhood.
Becoming a father makes the eyes water.
I don’t know how many times my father would open his arms to hug us.
Her lips will be tormented for love.
And our fearless youth would not have given him this opportunity.
Every wish, every prayer, every wish of middle class white-clad people like us, starting with the children, ends with the children.
But there will be few fathers who can bring this feeling to their children in their lives.
It is a hidden, sweet pain that the Father carries with him.
For the children, the feeling of not being able to do anything even after doing a lot, keeps a father restless till the last moment, and it all feels very intense.
When we become fathers. When we step on the threshold of old age, nature transfers to our hearts like the state of the father’s heart.
Children, if you see the love for yourself in the heart of the father with open eyes, in time, he may be convinced that there is no friend of the children in the world more than the father. Always serve the broken parents. know.
Blessed are they,
There are trees in the father’s house.