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How Beautiful
How beautiful this relationship with my father has become. I never imagined the security I could feel through this bond. I feel as though, of all the people in the world, if I could give my fragile heart to someone and trust that they would find all the emotional spaces I’ve hidden from the world, you would find them, love them, and understand them. I feel as though there are so many parts of me that made me understand so many parts of you, my father. I feel as though I see you through the sweet and soft glow that is your soul. Easily overlooked, easily misunderstood from the guiding light it provides because it is muted by the ever-changing, dancing lights of this circus. You are soft yet constant. Muted yet intense. All in one. And I understand you and relish in the fact that I see you within myself. It is what makes me the soft and tender soul that I am. Imam Ali was right: “The right of your father is that you know that he is your root. Without him, you would not be. Whenever you see anything in yourself which pleases you, know that your father is the root of its blessing upon you. So praise God and thank Him in that measure. And there is no strength save in God.” And are his (a.s.) words anything but a reiteration of truth from our Lord?
