'Be the change you want to see in the world.' Ghandi
Sounds simple doesn't it?
If you have a problem with the universe, fix it.
Mend those broken bridges, alleviate world poverty, volunteer in worthy causes and still make it home before dad
I wonder if Ghandi ever perceived that perhaps our biggest obstacle en-route to success, happiness and world peace might be one of our own?
Who would have thought - I'd be stifled from saving the world by my very own Dad. Being the next big thing isn't going to come easy.
Chapter 1.
The beginning
I was born 9 months after the marriage of my parents; Ridwaan and Naseema. My birth was an unusual one. Not unusual in a typical sense.
During her entire pregnancy, my mother was certain that I, her first born, was to be a boy. It wasn't that she was submersed by societal influence into thinking that rightly, a son should be the first born.
As if though, the gender of a child can be brought on by the subjective views of cultural traditions.
It was mostly because of a dream she had had. Mama's dreams, as I grew up learning, were usually accurate.
She had dreamed of Prophet Eesa (Jesus) while she was expecting me in which, she had heard the words: 'Huwa Huwa Muhammad - He is, He is Muhammad.'
According to a dream interpreter, the child born would be a healer. In typical Indian sense, I was to be born a male child fulfilling my destiny as a doctor.
Even then, before I had shown my face to the world, I had chosen to rebel.
So instead of a boy, Mama had a daughter, and this is where my story begins.
I was born on the 14th of June 1988, in the very midst of winter, at 2;00 in the morning by a mother who was certain that her laborious pushing would result in the birth of a son.
My father wasn't in the country at the time. In the early years of their marriage, for a period of about 2 years, he traveled abroad for the purpose of Jamaat.
What stopped these trips, we still don't really know. We can only assume.
Mama says that he was probably afraid she'd do something drastic while he was away, like drive the car, or make friends.
So while my mother was pushing her non-existent son out with all her might, Dad was using his 'might' to 'push' the Japanese into Islam.
I guess, if this was a contest, Dad came out winning.
When I was old enough to understand, I learned that Mama's birthing process was actually much easier than many other women could attest to.
Considering I was a 3.8kg baby and she, a 50kg mother.
It wasn't only with my birth though, it was the same throughout all her pregnancies.
This was the conversation that occurred between my mother and the nurse on the event of my birth:
'Sorry, I don't think this is my baby.' (My mother, obviously)
'Ma'm this is YOUR baby.' (The nurse, somewhat amused).
'No! I had a boy. I really think you're mistaken.' (My mother, adamantly insistent).
'Ma'm. You're the only woman to have given birth in this hospital at this hour. Its YOUR child.'
'Oh.'
And that, was my grand entry.
If I had known I was expected to come out with balls between my legs I wouldn't have used them to play one last game of golf before I made my exit.
Sounds simple doesn't it?
If you have a problem with the universe, fix it.
Mend those broken bridges, alleviate world poverty, volunteer in worthy causes and still make it home before dad
I wonder if Ghandi ever perceived that perhaps our biggest obstacle en-route to success, happiness and world peace might be one of our own?
Who would have thought - I'd be stifled from saving the world by my very own Dad. Being the next big thing isn't going to come easy.
Chapter 1.
The beginning
I was born 9 months after the marriage of my parents; Ridwaan and Naseema. My birth was an unusual one. Not unusual in a typical sense.
During her entire pregnancy, my mother was certain that I, her first born, was to be a boy. It wasn't that she was submersed by societal influence into thinking that rightly, a son should be the first born.
As if though, the gender of a child can be brought on by the subjective views of cultural traditions.
It was mostly because of a dream she had had. Mama's dreams, as I grew up learning, were usually accurate.
She had dreamed of Prophet Eesa (Jesus) while she was expecting me in which, she had heard the words: 'Huwa Huwa Muhammad - He is, He is Muhammad.'
According to a dream interpreter, the child born would be a healer. In typical Indian sense, I was to be born a male child fulfilling my destiny as a doctor.
Even then, before I had shown my face to the world, I had chosen to rebel.
So instead of a boy, Mama had a daughter, and this is where my story begins.
I was born on the 14th of June 1988, in the very midst of winter, at 2;00 in the morning by a mother who was certain that her laborious pushing would result in the birth of a son.
My father wasn't in the country at the time. In the early years of their marriage, for a period of about 2 years, he traveled abroad for the purpose of Jamaat.
What stopped these trips, we still don't really know. We can only assume.
Mama says that he was probably afraid she'd do something drastic while he was away, like drive the car, or make friends.
So while my mother was pushing her non-existent son out with all her might, Dad was using his 'might' to 'push' the Japanese into Islam.
I guess, if this was a contest, Dad came out winning.
When I was old enough to understand, I learned that Mama's birthing process was actually much easier than many other women could attest to.
Considering I was a 3.8kg baby and she, a 50kg mother.
It wasn't only with my birth though, it was the same throughout all her pregnancies.
This was the conversation that occurred between my mother and the nurse on the event of my birth:
'Sorry, I don't think this is my baby.' (My mother, obviously)
'Ma'm this is YOUR baby.' (The nurse, somewhat amused).
'No! I had a boy. I really think you're mistaken.' (My mother, adamantly insistent).
'Ma'm. You're the only woman to have given birth in this hospital at this hour. Its YOUR child.'
'Oh.'
And that, was my grand entry.
If I had known I was expected to come out with balls between my legs I wouldn't have used them to play one last game of golf before I made my exit.
Lol! Hahaha. Great chapter, cant wait to read the rest of it; )
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