You were like a tender, green, fresh plant
I was standing at the bus stop of the university this evening when I noticed a very old tree beside me. It was an old greyish brown, leafless tree. I looked at the trunk. It was thick with layers of folded, outworn bark. I thought my son left as a tender, green, fresh plant with flexible and light green stem. Then I thought plants give fruit. I thought if you had spent more time here just like that old tree you must have given fruits for many many years. But you gave all the fruits to me. All displays of your love, care and concern for me and for others were fruits for me. I realized that you gave so much in such a short time. God gave you a brief stay, as a compensation gifted you the ability to give me so much happiness. I cant say time did not allow me to enjoy your company. I was so much with you in those years, may be God made up for the time we are not together.
I wanted you to give shade like wide trees give. God does not listen to all our wishes. But I madly want God to give you the happiest time in Heaven. I want you to be busy in the discovery of new and exciting things. I want you to run, read, jump, hide, laugh-all the things you did here. I want your black eyes to be wide open with awe and wonder, you cheeks to glow with joy and your red lips to be wide open with laughter. Stay like that Ali Farzan.