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Letters

When my cousin Asad was born 5 years ago, my chacha wrote him a letter. A proper, go-to-the-post-office-and-add-stamps letter. It was so beautiful that I just smiled, thinking how lucky Asad was to have gotten something like this; thinking how lucky he'd feel, when he'd grow up and have this letter for him, a testament to everyone's adoration, his innocence and all that hope. Chacha wrote two more letters, and they were equally wonderful, so I'm posting them all. Click on the thumbnails for larger images, and I'll try and transcribe them soon, in case they're easily readable.

I just wonder, how will they affect him as say, a ten-year old, if they could affect me, with all my cynicism? It must be such a warm feeling.

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Comments

Batool said…
The letters are lovely. They're written with so much unabashed love, so much warmth, so much wisdom. Asad is really lucky, mashAllah.
10:44 AM
sam said…
I sent my nephew Abdullah a letter when he was born. Hopefully, his parents kept it and will hand it down to him one day. It was nowhere near as beautifully writted as this one. I wish I'd worked harder on my Urdu in school. I'd kill to be able to write in Urdu.
3:48 PM
bt said…
these are lovely. filled with paternal love and warmth. 'daddoo ki chaaal' and the 'phal tornay ka mazza', remind me of my nani. i have not had any one to love me like this, since her - which is now over a decade long story.

ah. thank you for posting this, pali. : )
6:53 PM
decaf said…
I know, you can almost feel the warmth and unvbridled love of the letters jump off the page. I'll try to take a picture of them together and post it here.
1:34 AM
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