Growing up as a kid,things were all cheery for me.I was like a nightingale free from worries of any kind.Believe me,I was always very happy.Smiles and laughter were all at my mouth tips.They say things are better looked at in retrospect.I can testify to how true that is.But here I am in the shackles of adulthood.Bound by all of the travails...But why am I saying all of these now?Has there been any change?Why? Perhaps I started looking at things a lot differently.Mind you,I said perhaps!
"Mubarak!"
"Daddy..."I replied and just before I could finish,
"Don't you even dare say a word lad,I have made my decision and I believe you know very well that I never go back on my..."
"...words"I silently completed
Yes.He doesn't go back on his words.Maybe that was one of the things that earned him his job.Maybe.But are all lawyers really like that?You must be wondering what exactly I mean.I mean are they that rigid and obsti...? Oh no.I mustn't forget he is my dad.
I've got used to it actually even though I'd be telling a blatant lie to say it doesn't hurt each time.It appears my decisions don't count in my life.Neither are my actions ever right.
"What is it this time Mubarak?"My mom enquired
"It's dad as always mom.He is never..." tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to continue.
"...con...si...de..."I just wasn't getting the words right
"It's alright,it's alright.Why don't you take a shower and have some of your favorite which I specially prepared for you.That your 'Asaro' with assorted meats and prawns.Be quick before the pottage gets cold okay?"She said as she exited the room.
Yes you must have met my mom now.The ever ready person to listen to me.You can call her my confidant.I suppose a good number of nurses are like that.It's just a presumption.
Just after my shower,I looked at myself in the mirror and was wondering if the person I see is a reflection of what I am.To be honest,I checked my abs first.I needed to see if my workouts are paying off but then I had to slap myself outta the vain thought of some physical component.I had to ruminate on my attitude as taught by the noblest of men,the Prophet(SAW).I thought to myself,"You gotta do better Mubarak".Yes the choice of words.I just like the American accent.Most of their words are short and it makes them speak faster which is what I like.
"Al-Mubarok!!!" My mom called.Yes she calls me that when we are both in good terms and she is trying to make me happy or she sometimes calls me Prof. Yes and sometimes The Law.It's funny the way she already calls me the latter even before I gain admission into the University to study the course.I guess it's just optimism which is okay to me
"Ma!I'm coming already"I had to rush out remembering my pottage was waiting for me.I wouldn't wanna upset her again by not appreciating her effort to make me happy.
I had to wear a smile to show some appreciation.
Here we are.The little big family at the dining table.
It is as quiet as a sepulcher.No one dares speak while eating.The strong man of manners is dining with us and he sure doesn't tolerate such
"Daddy..." Finally!Someone breaks the silence
"Hmmm?" Dad answers not wanting to talk and his brows up
"I'm done eating" My brother notifies just to avoid reprimanding
"I would like to discuss something important with you.It's about my vocational training.I...don't wish to..."
"AbdulBasit."I cut in preventing him from completing it.
"What?" He whispers to me
"Later.Now might not be the time"
"Why?Please let me talk jare" He says aloud
"AbdulBasit!"Mom finally intervenes
Just before anymore 'balderdash' as my dad would always call it,he draws back his chair and leaves the table
"I don't have time for all these balderdash" He says as he leaves
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The journey
Não FicçãoAs we know that Life itself is a journey,let's take you through that journey of a young boy.His past,present and future all in one story.
