The Parents

Lovely view, isn’t it? In a week or so, it’ll be bleeding red and gold. These views are among the best in Ottawa, I think; and it’s worth a move, in fact, to wake up to such a thing. (Even in the winter when there are no things but white blankets of snow, you are least welcomed by the space of fresh air when you look out a window.)

My first point of order when I move from this place to the next, it will be the view. I don’t need height (I in fact prefer none of it), but I do need space and green. InshAllah.

This world, for all of its beauty, it seems always to take us from one lily pad problem to the next. Her and I have known one another since we were 15. A health situation presented itself today, in her momma. Like me, she is an only child. Like me, her life is her mother. We will get through this together.

Send a prayer this way. Call your parents. Forgive them. Tell them you love them. That you are there for them. This, it is for our peace of heart as equally as it is for theirs.

Thank you ❤️

Editorial Note: As has been the case since September 4, my pieces will (likely) continue to be shorter than usual until October 1st; I remain on study lock-down and am only allowing myself one free evening until then. I am not exaggerating when I write that my brain feels as though it might fall out of my head and land directly into my lap. Also, that my bottom is literally numb because I am sitting for far too long on the daily.
Personal Note: My apologies to everyone whom I am getting back to hours and hours after they message (when I finally land in bed). Also to those whose conversations I am ‘putting a pin in it’. And to those with whom I am being short. And to those to whom I have not reached out. Though here, my phone is off but for notifications from momma and baba. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Having a job which affords me a pension.
2. Receiving middle of the night messages from beloveds which read like Google translate. But they are not. Because middle of the night.
3. Having a cup of coffee with baba today and seeking/receiving his advice. He has always been so straight with me, and I appreciate it more and more as I get older. I am so grateful for everything that he is, including his pride in who I have become (and whom I will continue to grow into, inshAllah).

Ottawa | Day 293 | September 19, 2019

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