As i sat in the unbearable heat on the most uncomfortable chair...i was looking of all those moms and dads who were sitting just like me waiting for their kids... All of us were waiting for our kids to finish their karate class. All of us were willing to go through this tiring session several times a week...all for the sake of our loved children... "I would bite him if he didn't appreciate me when he grows up" I thought... Then the door opened and the kids came running to their parents...the best moment ever...when all the ranting disappears and a big smile takes its place on your face. They come out jumping up and down with excitement...showing off how good they are and how great is the karate suit... And he would go home tiered and proud of himself... But this time...he walked in and kept staring at the TV...and said: "I am not happy" His grand ma asked him: "why?"...he said" again. I and my mom exchanged that special look and she said "yes my dear" He said: "I'm not happy because good Egyptians don't do anything" I had tears in my eyes and couldn't say a word...leaving it all to my mom and wanting to hear more of his thoughts that astonished me. Mom said: "when you grow up in sha2 Allah, you will fight them." He said: "no. I will call them to Islam first. And if they fight me, I'll then fight them" That kid is only five and a half. How come he has this complete figuration of what is happening and what is expected from Muslims???! I have no idea... Thank Allah for his great gift that I've always made sure that I talk about everything openly with my kids. But that amazed me...especialy when I hear every minute in the media lame words that drive me crazy... Will these kids be the upcoming hope for our nation? Will they regain the Islamic pride? Will they teach grownups lessons in manhood? I really would hope so... '
among us..we struggel to know how to perfectly feed and nurture and take good care of our baby..
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