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A Father's Smile and the Journey of Self-Discovery"

"A Journey of Unspoken Love, Shyness, and the Motorcycle Incident"

By NaveedPublished about a month ago 3 min read
Me and my father

My father possessed an enchanting smile that would infuse life into any room. When he smiled, it was as if he wove garlands with the curl of his lips. In our local community, he was renowned for his wisdom, engaging conversational style, eloquent speech, poetic sensibility, witty banter, and quick wit. His knowledge and sagacity had left a deep impression on me since my early years. I was so enamored by him that his mere presence left me speechless, often making me feel inadequate in his gaze. Even when he smiled at me, I would inexplicably shrink, convinced that he found my ignorance amusing. I never mustered the courage to express how captivating his smile was, fearing it might sound foolish, though I always considered myself a rational and sensible person.

I yearned for my father to recognize this in me, and I made several attempts to demonstrate it through our conversations, only to experience the opposite outcome. The desire to impress him grew stronger with each passing day.

When I began my studies at the University of Sindh, I felt that my thoughts had evolved into something more profound and philosophical. I longed to share these newfound insights with my father, but I struggled to find a way to do so. Each time I returned home for a vacation, I resolved to do something that would prove my knowledge and wisdom to him, but time would slip away, and I'd leave without making the impact I desired.

My shyness often made me anxious, especially when starting a new project, as I feared I would forget something crucial. I recount these traits because they are essential to understanding a particular incident during my University.

During my studies, when my father needed to visit a relative or a friend, he would inform me a day in advance, and I would prepare the motorcycle for our journey. The ritual would begin with me waiting outside the house, the motorcycle seat spotlessly clean. As my father emerged, I would start the engine and wait for him to take his seat. His seating ritual was a spectacle in itself. He would first retrieve his ancient wallet, a relic from time immemorial, and examine its contents. Then, he'd pull out a handkerchief to wipe the seat, even though I had already cleaned it. Following these preparations, he would slip into contemplation for a moment, deep in thought. When he eventually roused himself, he would clear his throat with a seriousness befitting the recitation of a Ghalib poem. With a deliberate hand on my shoulder, he'd gracefully mount the motorcycle, adjusting and securing his wallet under his left armpit. Finally, a protracted "ha" signaled our readiness to depart.

One day, as the routine played out, I started the motorcycle and assumed my father was engrossed in his customary preparations. I shifted gears and skillfully maneuvered the winding village streets, only to sense a sudden lightness in the motorcycle's rear. Turning my head slightly to the right and peering back from the elbows, I found the seat vacant. It then dawned on me that the calls of "Wait, wait, I'm not seated yet" were indeed my father's voice. Panic set in, and I raced back toward the village, praying that the earth would split open and swallow me before I reached him. When I finally arrived and stopped the motorcycle, he admonished me with an irritated tone, exclaiming, "Where does your mind wander off to?" My response was incoherent, and my father regarded me with a concerned expression, silently questioning my state of mind. It seemed prudent to remain silent for the rest of the journey, which proceeded in tranquility.

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Let me submit, writing and solitude are essential. Writing is not possible in Mahfil Yaran. Why a person writes, how he writes, why he thinks, nothing can be said with certainty.

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  • Ghulam Fayyazabout 5 hours ago

    Love between father and son

  • Julygwynet2 days ago

    This is a great story. I enjoyed this story. If you want to read my story then visit this link https://vocal.media/confessions/mee-and-adon-s-odyssey-of-love

  • WENNA WILLIE3 days ago

    What a beautiful journey. Thank you for sharing.

  • Rachel Deeming3 days ago

    I like the sentiment behind this, Naveed.

  • Brahim Lamdasni8 days ago

    Nice one,thanks for sharing

  • Hi Bhai

  • I love thinking about your dad waiting for you to come back.... lol. Thanks for sharing :)

  • Thank you for sharing this story! It's great! It brings back memories; I gave my mother a ride on my motorcycle just once and she just about shook us off the road. It was a good thing my daughter was meeting us at the restaurant as mom could ride back home with her.😉I thought it was odd for such a religious woman to not have faith in her ride!❤️ I have sons and almost everything they say and do is perfect. I will bet your father loved you like that too! Of course, as teens, there were a few things😂

  • Alpha the great 10 days ago

    Great job.

  • TravelMyPassion10 days ago

    I have read your article, it is very informative and helpful for me and I really appreciate to you. keep sharing posts like this.

  • Success11 days ago

    Your writing is truly remarkable, dear. It can be regarded as a work of art.

  • Jennifer Johnson11 days ago

    great content

  • sahar rinawi11 days ago

    I really enjoyed your writing !

  • What a loving tribute. No doubt he adored you, too.

  • Nexus Narrator11 days ago

    Your writing is truly commendable, my dear. It's a masterpiece!

  • EMF12 days ago


  • Nice one

  • Novel Allen17 days ago

    Only a lucky few will get that early recognition. You are in a large company on this wish my friend. Just do you and be yourself, I wish we learned that early. So much time would be better spent enjoying life. The last part was hilarious, and papa fully deserved it. Well done.

  • Elaine Sihera19 days ago

    Sons trying to get their fathers' approval recurs daily across our world, and you narrated it it in such an engaging way, it was a great read. I wonder why parents have such effect on their children, though they might not even be aware of how they are perceived. You are such a talented writer, Naveed. Always a joy reading your tales, and learning about life from a different cultural perspective, too. Thank you.

  • Rabiul islam19 days ago

    Your father and you have created a delightful reminiscence of the past! Exceptional job. 😊👏.

  • JBaz20 days ago

    Part of me chuckled... okay a big part of me did. This is such a touching story and beautiful memory. Thank you for sharing

  • Grz Colm28 days ago

    A charming reflection of the past with your father! Excellent work. 😊👏

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  • Antoinette L Breyabout a month ago

    At least you kept trying. I gave up trying to impress my mother. Before she died I found out that I had impressed her.

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