A Letter from a doting son to his parents

Dear Beloved Abbu and Ammi,
With your prayers and my hard work I am doing my best in my final exams of my Masters in Business Administration (MBA). I feel proud while writing this letter to both of you.

I know writing a letter in this day and age seems a little too old-fashioned. But, sometimes penning down words seems easier than standing in front of you and telling you how much you mean to me.

At this point in my life, I’m considered an adult. Yes, maybe sometimes I don’t completely act like one, but that’s part of life. Right? As I’m growing up, I realise just how much you did for me. And, for that, I need to truly thank you - something I don’t think I’ve appropriately done to date.

I don’t know you fully. But yes I know a little about you. I know a couple who has always been on my side in all circumstances of my life whether I was in kindergarten, school, college, during moonlight and sunlight, during immaturity or maturity, together and in separation, especially in my worst times. Everything has changed, Time has changed, but throughout my life I have seen no change in your love and support.

Abbu, you are the first man that I ever loved. You are my hero. Your arms were the first place where I felt so safe and protected. The smile that comes upon your face when you see me makes me feel so cherished and adored.

Ammi, thank you for listening, being able to share with me and in my vulnerability. You have been so important for my development. You have known when to offer me advice and when simply to wipe my tears.

Abbu, thank you for being so strict with your rules that I missed out on some moments that could have led me down the wrong path. For standing your ground when I begged to go somewhere or do something that, in hindsight, could have introduced me to things that would jeopardise my future forever.

Ammi, thank you for laughing at my kindergarten teachers when they said I was going to struggle in life because I couldn’t gallop - for seeing through this bullshit and recognising I was more capable than what acting like an animal in the hallways “proved.”

I remember the moment when I left home two years ago with dreams in my eyes, goals in my mind, the tearful eyes and pain of separation of my Ammi, the encouraging advice of Abbu, in the hope of a good tomorrow, a rich life, a good name, fame and a compassionate life.

I know the colour of your hair has turned to gray now. You are now among old persons of society and you hope that your son will become the stick of your old age. Yes dear, you both are right. I will become your support and will never let you down in anyway.

I remember the moment when there was a big economic mess, the muddy hut, the nights of sorrow, Abbu’s illness, Ammi’s support like a wall to the whole family. I know the circumstances in which most of the parents fail in building the career of their children but you both were there always behind me and my brother and sister. Shaping my career, as being my parents, was your duty you did a lot which I will never forget.

Ammi, I remember you have always asked me, “Why have you been keeping your old school uniform?” Today, let me answer it. As far as I remember I had been going to school wearing the same school uniform as you worked at farms, when Abbu had to commute about 45 km every day to earn a sum of Rs 5000 per month.

I know you both always sacrificed a lot of things, including your own comfort, for my favorite things. that is enough to show that I have been your all-time first priority. For me, it is simply impossible to estimate or recount the countless blessings you have showered on me. I still remember my early childhood days in your lap. I remember all the outings and visits to relatives and friends with you. I remember how I used to follow you to school.

I have seen both of you healing all my pains. I have seen tears in your eyes running down your bewildered eyes. Those are heart-breaking Aments for me.

When I was on the cusp of choosing a career, you held my hand and helped me do what I wanted to. The day I got my first job, I still remember you proudly telling everyone about it even though it wasn’t a fancy one.

As days pass by and we grow older, I know deep down inside that no matter how old I get, I will always be your little prince. It took me 23 years to realise that inside that hard, strict exterior, there’s a lovable man (Abbu) who would do anything to see me smile. And it’s only after 23 years, that I realise that in you, I have the best friend.

As I grew up, my needs changed but you understood them without talking. You bought me a laptop with the best configuration, got me the best mobile phone available in the market, had a bank account opened in my name and had it overflowing with funds, provided me with loads of pocket money for my college and other expenses, were ready to send me to any corner in the world that provided me with the best, held your breath when your son had to attend a job interview and cried with me when I failed in my first interview. Ultimately it comes to the fact that you spent your time and money on me, for my wellbeing.

Well appreciated! Hats off to you! I understand your self-sacrificing nature and am overwhelmed with gratitude for you. In fact, all this recollection brought tears to my eyes. Those were wonderful days. I love you loads. I am sure there are other instances that you cherish with better remembrance. You were the ones who showed me what “to love and being loved” meant. You paved my way so well that I wouldn’t be taken by surprise when getting myself exposed to the true world which I believed to be decorated with bright colours during my childhood.

Abbu, thank you for telling me what I’m capable of, for giving me the support that I needed to build a dream to chase after. and for believing that I have the talent to reach my goals.

Ammi, thank you for making me realise that I’m worth everything in this world. That I must be treated like a king, and that I should never settle for less than what I deserve.

 Abbu, thank you for getting mad at me when my report card didn’t have high enough grades. For making me realise that I could put more time into my work and improve my performance as a result.

Ammi, thank you for getting to know my friends - all of them - to make sure that I was choosing them wisely. That I was continually surrounding myself with respectable and responsible people through each and every phase of my life.

I know as you both look upon me you think that Imran has grown taller but I know that I would never be taller than either of you. Your attitude and love are unmatchable as well as unbelievable.

I promise I will do everything to make your dream come true. Your dream is to see me clambering heights, but Abbu and Ammi my dream is to make all your wishes fulfilled, and provide you with every kind of happiness and peace.

Yes… yes, I promise, I won’t die till I give you some big happiness in return for your big sacrifices.
With endless love from your number-one fan.
Syed Tajamul Imran
The author is a student activist, president of All J&K Students Union (AJKSU), pursuing MBA with dream of breaking the status quo. He may be reached at 

This article appeared in The Milli Gazette print issue of 1-15 July 2016 on page no. 2

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