The only time when I hit you
I am not sorry for the only time I slapped you, the thing which surprised me was your reaction. I still believe I did it for the right reason. You were around six to seven years old. That day you were playing with your younger cousins and as usual the play was around the door of our room. I asked you a couple of times not to close the door. You didn’t take the advice seriously. Once when you closed the door I heard screaming of a child outside. I opened the door, the kid was fine but it was risky to close the door just for playing. I slapped you and told you that it should not happen. You covered your face and laid on the rug in the room. I think you shed a few tears and was uncomfortable in someone observing that. We did not communicate for about an hour till it was meal time. Ammi called me outside the room, she told me to speak to you if you are too angry. It was against the rules to console the child after giving some punishment but I overlooked that rule. I asked you to get up and have food. You stood up, looked in my face and said ‘Amma first promise you will never do it again’. That was the courageous Ali Farzan, setting rules of relationship.
The same observation was made by one of your classmates. He wrote in the notebook they made in your memory that you did not fight with anyone in the three months spent in that school but if you did not like someone’s comment said ‘don’t say that about me’. I know you, you were not short of courage or physical strength as was a taekwondo player but had courteous ways to communicate your dislikings. There were certain dresses which you did not like and I made you wear them. You did follow your mother’s instructions but shared your disliking.
The day you demanded ‘no hitting policy’ I gave up the idea. I was never going to do that with you again. I saved the incident in my memory so I can share it with you when you will get old. That time will never come Ali Farzan like your hug and warmth of hands.