Gratified with serenity we drove off to school with ecstatic aura the whole time, reached home still intoxicated. I never knew I would be this exuberant but yes I was-on the 5th of January at 3.30 pm the PIA flight hit the grounds of Karachi and with it landed my dearest ones.
It had been a month since my mother, sister and brother went for an odyssey to India. Unskilled experiences covered me; I was asserted with two cousin sisters and an extremely engrossed father and a rowdy Abde-ali. Those two days without any guidance from anyone-we attended to the maids in the house, to the people who came to take and give bills, the servants. Cooking and heating whatever we could. It was indeed a very excruciating job. I didn’t even know how to light a stove until then-God! I had been living in a house full of 22 people before then. What else do you expect me to know?!
Obviously my aunt came after that, but even though with a house of 7 beings remaining I felt alone. Abandoned! My father was there, but what a mother and a sister mean to a girl of 15 is ineffable. The nooks of periods where something worthy or unworthy would happen and I would turn to share it with my Ammi and then aye! She wasn’t there. My heart was over-flowing with feelings. She is the only being in this world who listens to me imperturbably. She just sits and listens to me telling her tales, I’m sure sometimes she wouldn’t even get a word but she used to be with me. We had what people call the “Mother-daughter talk.” I’m sure every daughter has it. This bonding, this love, this affection, it is till eternity.
There are no words which can express the feeling I had for her when I saw her striding through the well polished airport aisle, even though with Hussain in one hand, she looked elegantly beautiful. Just beautiful! Carrying her red rida and gleaming as she saw me, the crystal drops couldn’t stop swirling down my dry cheeks.
I loved my mother the most. I respected and cared for her then the most. I knew her importance then and I knew why she held the heaven under her feet. Today while standing in the crowd I’m distinguished as Alifiya’s daughter.
I’m more than thankful to Allah to grant me such a mother, who made me recognize and love my Maula TUS! My true eternal mother and father!
I’m thankful to my darling Ammi for being there always, come hail or storm!
So today I say as I always tell her, “I love you Amma jee”