Old Wedding Glory: When A Daughter Departs
(A Father’s memoir on a daughter’s marriage.)
There are moments in life, when sadness and sorrow are mixed with joy and jubilation-when it becomes virtually impossible to eradicate and extricate sadness and only enjoy the gaiety and glamour of the occasion.
My inner most wish, prayer and hope, with respect to my daughter, is that she to”make me proud”. And finally she does that with her amicable disposition in her new home, she will have not only repaid in an abundant measure, all the lavishness of love showered by me upon her from childhood to adulthood, but amply fulfilled her duty which a daughter in our society is supposed to perform—-by sacrificing her comfort and happiness; and sometimes patiently and ungrudgingly enduring the trauma and torment, just to make her home an abode of peace and tranquility; thereby fulfilling her parents’ most cherished desire, Isn’t daughter in our society, symbolic of true Islamic womanhood; symbolic of all sublime values of our tradition and culture which we all cherish?
It was an extremely heartbreaking feeling as I sorrowfully returned home from the station and stared at the now empty bed and cried my heart out. Only the sublime verse of Khalil Gibran from his world famous Classic The Prophet gave me some consolation and solace:
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.”