{"id":2012,"date":"2011-09-14T15:49:55","date_gmt":"2011-09-14T07:49:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/muzlimbuzz.sg\/?p=2012"},"modified":"2011-09-16T11:07:32","modified_gmt":"2011-09-16T03:07:32","slug":"short-story-a-parent-to-cherish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/simplyislam.sg\/muslimbuzz\/short-story-a-parent-to-cherish\/","title":{"rendered":"Short Story: A Parent to Cherish"},"content":{"rendered":"

As I walked down the streets with that inerasable frown, I wished they had never existed. I was in a detestable mood after that huge and loud fight with my parents. My mind was literally getting invaded by hateful thoughts, why do they always disregard my wants? Does \u2018no\u2019 have to be the only response? Why don\u2019t I have the freedom to do what I please? Why do they always stand in the way?<\/em> Tears were already wetting my hijab as I blew my nose in that napkin I had and walked aimlessly in the streets. I felt nothing but agony; it was as if I was degraded from all means of living that breathing became a hard task for my tight lungs. My eyes couldn\u2019t see all those people in the streets, and my ears became deaf to all the noise; I could only think of how much I hate my parents for forbidding me from sleeping over at my best friend\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Even though I gathered my courage and power altogether in order to seek their acceptance, they rejected me with that disgusting and repulsive \u2018no\u2019. I knew that my parents wouldn\u2019t allow sleepovers or spending nights outside alone, but can I not try it out just once? Will I stay for the rest of my life bounded to my parents\u2019 rules? Why don\u2019t they let me live like all my friends and enjoy life? Oh, how I wish to have my best friend\u2019s parents! They would agree to whatever I ask with a wide smile on their faces. A wish I can\u2019t attain.<\/p>\n

Before realizing it, I was already taking a seat in my favorite coffee shop and choosing a drink that can help me swallow away my grief. While I was focusing on choosing the most refreshing drink in the menu, my cell phone\u2019s vibrations forced me to cut it short and go with my usual coffee.<\/p>\n

\u201cJuuuuude\u201d I said as I picked up the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid they say yes?\u201d she asked first thing.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u201d I moaned.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo way! Oh God. Can\u2019t you try again?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing will pay off. I even begged.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Nadia, this is like the last sleepover in secondary school\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. I know.\u201d Tears started filling my eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, I\u2019ve got an idea. Why don\u2019t you use another technique?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m all ears\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShow them the stubborn side of you. Make them feel how upset and dissatisfied you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill that work out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know a friend who did that before. You know, mothers can\u2019t stand our sadness.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAha. Okay, I\u2019ll try that out\u201d<\/p>\n

As I hung up, all I could think of was possible outcomes of being a rebellious daughter; it didn\u2019t sound so bad.<\/p>\n

The moment I reached home, I carried out my plan. I turned into an ugly daughter; I rejected all offers and requests. I treated my mother as if she didn\u2019t exist and ignored my father to my heart\u2019s content. Even though this method might work, I felt my insides burning somehow. I felt guilty and mean. How can I treat my parents this way?<\/p>\n

But I have to attend that sleepover! It\u2019s definitely worth it.<\/p>\n

As I carried on with my ugly treatment, I could see how hurt my mum was. As I continued disregarding their requests, I could see how exhausted they were without my help. Nevertheless, I went on with my disobedient attitude hoping that this will force them to change their minds, and it did.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can sleepover at Jude\u2019s if you want. But know that we are not satisfied with your attitude.\u201d My mum said while standing at my room\u2019s door on my third rebellious day.<\/p>\n

I was literally speechless. Finally, I was free.<\/p>\n

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Anticipating the night and planning for it was all I had been doing till the day arrived. And when it did, I prayed to Allah for the night to go as planned. Nonetheless, it turned out to be unexpected with everything going in the opposite direction.\u00a0 Instead of having fun with my friends, I was left out and isolated. Instead of enjoying a good dance, I had foot-cramps. Instead of sharing bed stories together before sleeping, I was lying on a bed all alone thinking of how miserable my night turned out to be.<\/p>\n

[pullquote_left]Allah has created my mum and dad in order to guide me through life; I should have cherished them more.[\/pullquote_left]<\/p>\n

For a moment there, I felt betrayed by my friends; I hated my \u2018fake\u2019 presence amongst them. Was that the night I was waiting anxiously for? Wasn\u2019t it supposed to be one of my best nights? Why was I not enjoying any second of it? Laying my head on that pillow on someone else\u2019s bed wasn\u2019t exciting at all; it was uncomfortable and insecure. I wasn\u2019t having that wide smile; instead I couldn\u2019t hold my tears from flowing endlessly. I felt so lonely; even with my \u2018best friend\u2019 next to me, loneliness was getting the best of me. I, then, remembered my mum and her strict refusal concerning this sleepover; I wished I obeyed what she said. At such dreadful moments, I could only regret clinging to sleeping over at Jude\u2019s. This stubbornness lead me nowhere; it just caused me to cry through the night and realize the bitter reality of my life.<\/p>\n

This \u2018best friend\u2019 happens to be a \u2018fake\u2019 friend who guided me to disobey my parents. I would give anything to be next to my mum at this moment; how I wish to apologize and ask her for forgiveness! How I wish to wash all the dishes and do all the chores to just gain her acceptance! She only cared for me, and she probably predicted the outcome; that\u2019s why she prevented me from going. I should have realized that sooner; Allah has created my mum and dad in order to guide me through life; I should have cherished them more. I\u2019ve wronged.<\/p>\n

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Soumaia Hashad<\/strong>
\n<\/strong>An Egyptian by origin and Palestinian by heart. Soumaia is an Actuarial Science undergraduate who’s known as a bookworm and a blogging maniac. She dreams of changing the world into a better place with Islam rising up high. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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