Time: 1:02AM
THE QOUCHIII MOOCHI MOMENT
Sorry Nayel, I m Sorry Kid!!!
I don't know how to have a "baby talk" and while doing that I am unable to imagine of the days you grow up, go to school, graduate and become another "donkey" among so many other stamped and certified donkeys of the SYSTEM. I don't know why I am crying at this time of night...may be its a pressure of responsibility or a call for help to God who choose me to raise his one tiny but best of the best creation to who we name Nayel. In the middle of night when I feel so closer to God feeling feeble telling his Majesty that I am capable of nothing and for you its Him and its you for Him.
Praying to God that may he make you a man like great people who ruled the word who were men like tipu sultan and a soul like salahudin ayoubi, may you become and ustadh like #shams tabrez and a shagird like #rumi may you have a life of saadat and a death of shahdat...may you never fall in the way of sirat e mustaqeem and may you never get stuck at doomsday.
I lack the talent of telling you world s beautiful , time will always be yours and that all you meed to worry about is a twinkle twinkle little star through those conventional lullabies that never made sense to me. Yes! I don't know of soft talks. So that's how I love by making you tough and teaching you about real love... And the real way of love. May you love yourself in a right way making yourself a better person. Know it... In life there exist no unconditional love.. And to win my love all you have to do is to stay at the right path nd speak truth;fearlessly. And that is the only condition.