On "letting go"
I never realized how quickly I’d arrive here.
Like drifting asleep on a train, only to be jolted awake.
Now, I watch moments I’ve lived play out, but I’m not the one living them—
I’m on the other side.
I see my kids growing up,
Like when my daughter walked across that stage,
Smiling for the photo, award in hand,
Eyes searching for me and her dad in the crowd.
Wasn’t I just in her place, not long ago?
Between the stage and my seat, there are only 15 steps.
Fifteen steps. Fifteen years.
I’m on the other side now.
I remember when our parents arranged playdates.
For those rare moments they needed time away.
Now it’s me sending texts, arranging sitters,
Navigating pickups and drop-offs.
I hadn’t realized how fast I’d get here.
I’m on the other side.
“Abbu, what happens when we die?” I remember asking.
He’d turn, fully present, and explain in ways my young mind could grasp.
Now, it’s me facing the deep, existential questions.
I pray for the right words,
For Allah’s guidance to steer my responses,
Confirming and relearning parts of our Deen
That I’m still navigating myself.
If I’ve reached this point as fast as it feels,
Then today’s moments must be just as fleeting.
I pray to savour them all.
