There is so much written about written about love, that even today when someone sits down to write few lines about it there so many ideas that crosses your mind one doesn’t know where to begin. To describe love as a sentiment is very shallow, love is life. Everything you do or end up not doing there is love involved. Love is so simple but, on the contrary so complicated. Love is God and, God is love. Love is everywhere yet is not palpable.
Love was when I and you were not here. Love was when God made this world. Love was in the creation of Adam & Eve. Love was there when we didn’t know what is was. Love was when we started to being called human beings. Love was there when Ibraham (A.S.) sacrificed his son Ismael for his love to Allah. Love was there when Hazrat Mousa (A.S.) was brought up by the Faraón himself against all odds. Love was there when Hazrat Isaa (A.S.) was crucified. Love was there when Hazrat Mohammad (A.S.) said “Mankunto Mola Fahaza Ali (A.S.) Un Mola”. Love was there when Hazrat Ali (A.S.) told his sons to give something to drink (sharbat) to his murderer. Love was there when Hazrat Hasan (A.S.) drank poison given by his wife. Love was there when Hazrat Hussain gave his life and the lives of his loves one for the sake of saving Islam for us. Love is Allah.
Love was in the first slap one gets when coming out in this world. Love was when I first touch my mom. Love was when I felt the first drop of milk. Love was in everything my mom did. Love was in her advices and wishes. Love was in meal she made for us. Love was in scold she made. Love was in the air when she was there with us. Love was and is with us even though she is far away in another country. Love is Mom because even today we are as little as we were when we came out of her. Her love for us is and will always be unconditional. Love is mom. Love was in every step that I took holding Abbu’s hands. Love was in every sacrifice he made for his family. Lover was in “phera “ he made picking and dropping us to school. Love was in moment that he was there for us. Love is and will always be Dad because he is always there for us supporting and delivering his 100% no matter what. Love is Dad because no matter how many mistakes we make, his blessings are protecting us from all evil. Love is Dad.
Love was when Abbu Nasir and Ammi Bibi said we love you Adil. Love was when I closed the door and sit on Ammi Bibi’s belly to play with her. Love was in every puff of Abbu Nasir cigars which never bother me or any of us. Love was on every succulent and delicious meal Ammi Bibi made for us. Love was and is in Abbu Nasir support and affection to date. Love was in Ammi Bibis Alzheimer’s when he use to follow us to each room without remembering anything. Love was Ammi Bibi and Abbu Nasir.
Love was there when we knew of each other existence. Love was there when Bhaijan protected me from every fight we had. Love was there when we use to play. Love was when Bhaijan called in Tongita for four glasses of coke. Love was there when Shabs tried to imitate everything Bhaijan did. Love was there when me and Ghazia use to fight for who will sleep with Dad. Love is now that Bhaijan is always in there for me. Love is here when Shabs says “What do you think DIl bhai? Love is when Ghazia serves not food but her love to me. Love is Bhaijan, Shabs, and Ghaz.
Love was in the first time a saw her picture. Love was there when I said “Kabul hai” over the phone. Love was there when went to receive her at Heathrow after one year of marriage. Love was in the first hand touch I had with her sitting in the car on our way back home. Love was in calling her name for the first time in person “Pinky”. Love was in our honeymoon. Love was there when we walk through Central London holding hands unaware of the surroundings. Love is in her sleeping by my side every day and waking up with her. Love is in waiting for her to come back from work and ask “how was your day?” Love in her kisses. Love is in us when we try to become parents. Love is when she absorbs every bad habit of mine with a smile. Love is Pinky, my dear wife and partner.
Love is when Bhabhi Masooma is caring and loving Shabs. Love is in everything she does for her kids. Love is when Bhabhi sacrifices her ways to adapt to ours. Love is when she cooks with love and affection for all us. Love is in the way she cleans the house. Bhabhi is in love with Shabs. Love is Bhabhi Susana. Love is when she does everything to see a smile in Bhaijan’s face. Love is when she wants Sahil to know about his family. Love is when Susana can’t sleep when Adil Andres is sick. Love was when she sacrificed the precious moments of joy with her family to be here and help me. Love is in the ambient when she comes to England. Love is when she leaves us and goes away back to his Sahil and Adil Andres. Love is when Susana is coming back to London.
Love was when I first saw Sahil, Khushi, Muskan, Adil Andres, Rehan and, Tahir. Love was when they took their first steps. Love is in everything they say and, do. Love is in the way the say Dil Papa. Love is amazing when they climb over me and fall down. Love is when they all give me a kiss. Love is when they cry without any reason. Love is when they don’t listen to anyone because they won’t. Love is my kids.
Love is all that and much more. Again so much in a word, I can’t describe my feeling when surrounded with so many emotions in one.
Love to all…
DiL
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