Salaam mommy,
I hope this letter finds you with sincerity.
This is a letter I send to you, as my 8 year old self.
Whenever I am stuck or need something, I think of you, mom. I think of you, can you help me?
When I wake up in the morning, I know you will guide me, you will tell me, where I am supposed to go, and by when, for what, I need to be ready.
I know you will tell me if my hair gets messy, or if my clothes are not fitting on me properly... I know you will watch me and pay attention to me... But sometimes I also look for baba, he is there for me.
(As myself, at 8 years old, I trust that you are taking care of me, every little detail of mine.)
If we can try to remember ourselves as an eight year old, it will be helpful to remember how we saw the world. Where we are born into trusting our parents and loving them, and with the belief that they take care of us, and care about how we are feeling. We do not question their role, we are in the presence of love and eternity when we are with our parents and live, grow with them.
This remembrance will help us to bring ourselves down to a grounded place of understanding while we are parents, and help us to see from the world of children, our children, and how they trust us. This weight of responsibility should make us contemplate, reflective, and motivated in our role, to be good parents, to be loving parents, and to be there to guide our children, but also to teach them in time of our deficits, so that they know Who they and we all truly rely on, and that is Allah swt. We can thus cherish the bonds of rights and responsibility, the gifts of love and light, and for some, greater tests that we can learn from.
Written by: Zuhra Mossavi