- Ayesha Mushtaq
1st Year
Dearest Baba!
The Shawwal
moon was sighted a few minutes back. As the news broke on television, neither I
nor Mama could hold our tears back. So we leapt to each other and cried our
hearts out.
The dawn of
tomorrow would bring another Eid day, when you would be away from home. The
last two Eids also went the same way. And now tomorrow will be a third one.
Eid is of
course not Eid unless celebrated with you, Baba. Not only Eid, but even the
ordinary days become unbearable, not just because you are not here, but also
because you are sitting hundreds of kilometers away, in a no-man’s land,
surrounded by the enemy, unaware of when he may attack.
There is not
a single moment when I do not miss you, baba. I miss the sound of your jeep
when you used to come home from office in the afternoon. I miss taking your
briefcase from you and putting it away. I miss the phone calls in the evening,
asking for you. I miss the sight of your ironed uniform, and your polished
shoes. I miss going with you for golf or jogging in the evenings, and I miss
your help with my homework. And oh, how I missed you when there was nobody but
Mama to watch over me as I blew the candles off the cake on my last birthday.
And on days
such as this, the feeling of loneliness gets multiplied manifold. I miss the
last minute chaand raat shopping you always took us for, even if our Eid
preparations were complete. I miss taking from you the crisp notes you always
handed over as Eidi.
But you know
Baba? You may not be here with us, but we do feel your presence amongst us in
the anxiety within, when we tune into the news bulletin on TV every day. We
feel your presence amongst us as our hearts skip a beat every time Waziristan
is mentioned in the news. We feel your presence amongst us as a chill runs down
our spines every time there is news of a bomb blast or terrorist attack. And we
feel your presence amongst us in the tension that grips us every time the phone
rings, not knowing what news it would bring.
The job that
you are doing is only for the chosen few. To defend your motherland is the highest
honour for a true patriot. And Baba, I know you will do full justice to your
job. As to you, it is not just a job, or even a profession, but a whole
lifestyle. No matter how much we miss you, how much we worry for you, we know
that your presence is required more at the frontiers than at home. Being an
army man, your duty to your homeland comes before your family. You have taken
an oath to serve the country and we wish to see you fulfill that oath even if it
demands that you lay your life in the line of duty.
I want to
tell you Baba, that I take immense pride in being the daughter of army man. The
feeling of pride that gushes in me every time somebody mentions me as an army
daughter, is too precious to be put into words. And I shall always be proud of
you Baba, whether you return home in your uniform or wrapped in white and green.
Go and show those enemies of the motherland, Baba, that as long as its valiant
sons are at the frontline, no force can undo us.
Here’s to
hoping that we’ll spend the next Eid together.
Eid Mubarak Baba.
Eid Mubarak.
-
Your
loving daughter.
