Nine birthdays together and five separately. I still celebrate. I remember your excitement on getting birthday presents. Please accept the gifts you get from the Quran khwani with the same excitement. You always wanted a big party. I remember how much I had to convince you for a small party for 2nd December 2013 – the party which never took place. We were new in this city so did not know many people. The list of invitees was short. I promised that the list will get long next year – the year which never came. What came was that road accident.
Ali Farzan, this year I tried to stay away from the memories on your birthday. I did not go back to the pictures, the school bag, and the cloths. I forced my eyes to gaze over pages, I engaged my thinking with academic debates, and soothed my emotions with the foresight of “Dr. Ali Farzan”. And the day came. I defended my dissertation. The journey which started with attaching your name to mine reached another milestone. I am not one of those lucky mothers who attend the convocation of their sons. But I am looking forward to the time when “Dr. Ali Farzan” will be called from the podium on my graduation.
This picture is of my defense meeting, you can see us smiling on the success. Since the departure, I get no clue of your successes. You were used to sharing your achievements with the excitement in the voice and the thrill reflected in the movement of your hands. Now amma is telling you of her attainment. Where is your list of achievements? Amma will not compromise this time too. She wants to listen to an extensive list of tasks she thinks cannot be accomplished. The delay in that sharing does not mean that you can stop working on that. Looking forward to your list, amma ki jaan. Looking forward to the birthday celebrations together. Till then, Sayonara!