Dear You,
Today was one of those days when you are so tired that even your little toes hurt but you still want time to stand still, just for a little while. The way back from a lovely little endeavour is always the hardest because you know you're leaving all those smiles and laughter and memories behind in that little hut by the seaside. That is why I was proud to hold a little, pink machine in my hand that does a great job at attempting to store moments that I can look back to and convince myself that sometime, somewhere some people smiled.
Being the unofficial photographer of such events is always such an honour. There's always some candid shots that turn out to be the best opportunities for reflection afterwards. Especially a shot of the twinkling eyes of a smiling baby boy or girl.
The hut was at a height, so we had to go down to be near the sea. The climb itself was preposterous. We climbed down and the water innocently started touching our feet again and again. Then all of a sudden, a really big wave came and almost knocked me off my feet. Then I just kind off clung to the wall while the water rushed around me and I felt so stranded that I became afraid of the water. I panicked and went back up. And then I wondered, what are we? What do we think of ourselves when God could knock us off our feet by something as simple and unique as water? So many thankyou's are in order.
The tides were high in the morning. The little kids were not allowed to go near the sea then. So their mom went down to scoop up some sand for them so that they could start building a castle. It was endearing to see her bent towards the ground like that filling the bucket with sand for her children. What can compare to such love?
Do you know what my favourite part of the day was? It was when my brother was going to climb down to go near the sea again and he asked me if I wanted to come. I said no, that I was afraid. He said, "Come on! Just for a little while!" And even though I said no again and he made his way downwards, in that moment I saw the reflection of the boy that I always see in my favourite home video, carrying the 5-year-old me and kissing me roughly on the top of my head while I am sound asleep. That boy went abroad to complete his education and I miss him so dearly. The boy is a man now.
My other favourite part was when everything suddenly seemed to stop because it was time for Zuhr prayers and everyone stood in prayer forgetting what ever that they were doing. It made me realize how lucky I am to be part of a faith that connects you to God whenever and wherever. Also, the bus ride hilarity is still making me smile.
The rest of the day is a blur of really loud voices, all the fooling around that we were doing, the sounds of all the boys playing cricket, extremely loud laughter, irrelevant, hilarious jokes, Fariah baji's sandcastle, me finally overcoming my fear and letting the sea wash my feet, images of the people I love riding on a camel and horses, Zain's adorable smiles, the kids' commotions, halwa puri and Biryani, loud singing voices, the roar of the sea and the moss that was gathering on the rocks.
I had a wonderful day. I hope people have opportunities to feel this wonderful. Today, I feel infinitely blessed.
The hut was at a height, so we had to go down to be near the sea. The climb itself was preposterous. We climbed down and the water innocently started touching our feet again and again. Then all of a sudden, a really big wave came and almost knocked me off my feet. Then I just kind off clung to the wall while the water rushed around me and I felt so stranded that I became afraid of the water. I panicked and went back up. And then I wondered, what are we? What do we think of ourselves when God could knock us off our feet by something as simple and unique as water? So many thankyou's are in order.
The tides were high in the morning. The little kids were not allowed to go near the sea then. So their mom went down to scoop up some sand for them so that they could start building a castle. It was endearing to see her bent towards the ground like that filling the bucket with sand for her children. What can compare to such love?
Do you know what my favourite part of the day was? It was when my brother was going to climb down to go near the sea again and he asked me if I wanted to come. I said no, that I was afraid. He said, "Come on! Just for a little while!" And even though I said no again and he made his way downwards, in that moment I saw the reflection of the boy that I always see in my favourite home video, carrying the 5-year-old me and kissing me roughly on the top of my head while I am sound asleep. That boy went abroad to complete his education and I miss him so dearly. The boy is a man now.
My other favourite part was when everything suddenly seemed to stop because it was time for Zuhr prayers and everyone stood in prayer forgetting what ever that they were doing. It made me realize how lucky I am to be part of a faith that connects you to God whenever and wherever. Also, the bus ride hilarity is still making me smile.
The rest of the day is a blur of really loud voices, all the fooling around that we were doing, the sounds of all the boys playing cricket, extremely loud laughter, irrelevant, hilarious jokes, Fariah baji's sandcastle, me finally overcoming my fear and letting the sea wash my feet, images of the people I love riding on a camel and horses, Zain's adorable smiles, the kids' commotions, halwa puri and Biryani, loud singing voices, the roar of the sea and the moss that was gathering on the rocks.
I had a wonderful day. I hope people have opportunities to feel this wonderful. Today, I feel infinitely blessed.
Love,
Me.
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