Amongst many things that being a parent teaches you, I think the most overriding one is the fact how you suddenly make sense of all what your parents would tell you.
Mye chukh veni tetoy yevaan nazre. Lokut. A line every Koshur parent uses like a staple diet. If you thought we only have an overdose of batta (the thick local Koshur rice), then you are obviously wrong.
Looking at Ahmed right now: playing, making noises- looks towards me; smiles and then runs. A world only he knows about. A world of his that I like noticing. The small details. His small joys.
In some years he will be all grown up, and obviously would not remember any of this. However, for me he will always be this Ahmed. My little boy.
Mye chukh veni tetoy yevaan nazre. Lokut. A line every Koshur parent uses like a staple diet. If you thought we only have an overdose of batta (the thick local Koshur rice), then you are obviously wrong.
Looking at Ahmed right now: playing, making noises- looks towards me; smiles and then runs. A world only he knows about. A world of his that I like noticing. The small details. His small joys.
In some years he will be all grown up, and obviously would not remember any of this. However, for me he will always be this Ahmed. My little boy.
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