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Shabana Mukhtar is back with today’s daily prompt #2104: Describe a family member.
When tasked with describing a family member, it’s only natural to gravitate toward the most obvious choice, the cornerstone of many families – the mother. In my case, it’s not just a cliché; it’s a testament to the unwavering love and care that defines my family. Yet, let’s dive deeper into the extraordinary world of the woman I address as Ammi, for her role transcends that of a typical mother.
The Family’s Anchor-My “Ammi”
In our household, my Ammi is more than just a matriarch; she’s the very heartbeat of our home. Her presence is a constant source of comfort, a reassuring rhythm that shapes the lives of her children and her husband. It’s as if her essence permeates every corner of our residence, making it not just a house but a warm and welcoming abode.
From the break of dawn to the late hours of the night, Ammi is ceaselessly engaged in tending to the needs of our family. Whether it’s preparing nourishing meals, ensuring our daily routines run smoothly, or providing unwavering emotional support, her presence is felt in every aspect of our lives.
One of the remarkable qualities that define Ammi is her ceaseless dedication. Even a brief absence, like stepping out to converse with a neighbor for a mere ten minutes, can set our entire household on edge. It’s a testament to the profound impact she has on each of us, a reminder of the void her absence creates, no matter how temporary.
Yes, many may argue that a mother’s love is selfless, caring, and boundless by nature. And in Ammi’s case, it’s a description that fits perfectly. Her life revolves around ensuring our well-being, our comfort, and our happiness. Her days are a testament to selflessness, as she constantly puts our needs above her own.
In a world filled with chaos and challenges, Ammi is a force of love, a beacon of unwavering care and nurturing. Her love knows no bounds, and her heart is a wellspring of boundless affection. She’s more than a family member; she’s a guardian angel who watches over us, guiding us through the ups and downs of life.
So, my natural inclination was to focus on the heart of our home, my Ammi. Her love, her care, and her presence define the very essence of our family. She is not just a mother; she’s an extraordinary force of love, compassion, and selflessness that enriches our lives every day.
The Obvious Choice
However, most of you are talking about your mothers. I want to take a moment and talk about my father. Because my father is my silent strength.
In our bustling household, one presence is as distinctive as it is subtle – my father. While he typically prefers the solitude of his room, immersed in the recitation of his daily Quranic verses, his influence is always palpable, his aura ever-present.
The Silent Anchor – My “Abba”
My father, an epitome of serenity, exudes a sense of calm that resonates throughout our home. Even when he remains behind closed doors, the tranquility that surrounds him seems to envelop the entire house. His is a presence that’s comforting, almost like a silent lighthouse guiding our family through life’s uncertainties.
In an effort to bridge the gap between his solitude and the vibrant energy of the outside world, I’ve made it a ritual to spend at least half an hour with him daily. These moments are precious, for they provide an opportunity for us to connect in a way that transcends words. The bonds formed during our quiet companionship are unbreakable.
As fate would have it, the cricket matches have become our unofficial rendezvous. First, it was the Asia Cup, and now it’s the World Cup. These events have brought us together more often than ever before, uniting us in our shared passion for the sport. When we watch matches together, it’s more than a mere game; it’s a bonding experience.
Yet, there’s a delicate balance to maintain. As much as these moments strengthen our bond, I can’t help but wonder if I’m intruding on his cherished “me time.” His solitude is sacred, and I tread lightly, ever mindful of not imposing when he seeks solace.
Then, there was a revelation, a heartwarming reminder of my father’s deep affection. On a particularly demanding day at work, I found myself confined to my room, unable to step outside. That night, I overheard my father asking my mother about my whereabouts. “Where is Shabana? I haven’t seen her today. She didn’t come to talk to me,” he inquired. It was a moment that touched my heart and brought tears to my eyes.
It became clear that, like me, he treasures our tea-time chats and our discussions about cricket. Our connection transcends the boundaries of our physical presence. It’s a testament to the love and understanding that we share, a silent yet profound bond that defines our relationship.
So, in this tale of silent strength, it’s clear that even when words are few, the love and connection between a father and a daughter can speak volumes.
It’s hard to pick either one of them, so I ended up writing about both. How ’bout that?
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