The trail began 9 years ago...My wife said that its about time, and I looked at her with a smile that can be characterised as 'happy, yet unsure'. Soon, we reached the hospital, with my in-laws, and counted the hours to come. I watched other soon to be fathers, waiting...and for your information, pacing back and forth only happens in movies..
Anyway, our doctor advised me to be together with my wife to witness the miracle of birth...and it was a miracle I didn't faint. My wife was in pain, yet she managed to smile...after a long wait, Iman was held in my hand for the first time. Congratulations, I had graduated from being a bachelor, to husband, to a father! As I began to 'azan' in his ear, I held his tiny hands...tis true as the saying goes, none could melt a million worry than a gaze from an innocent child. Thus, my adventures, or misadventures began...
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
My Misadventure
My misadventure began when I became a father...looking at my son, still young in my hand, I wondered whether I could become a father, in a real sense of a father.
I call this 'a misadventure' not from the negative viewpoint, but of a positive one. All of the misadventures, in my effort to become a father, have taught me the real meaning of life..live life to the fullest, family matters the most, and finally, learn from your child or children.
The child, or children is and are the wisest of us all.
Hence, 'Iman and Daddy Misadventures' is my tribute to all the things that had happened to us.
Iman, this blog is for you.
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