Most of us have only one set
of parents. I have been blessed to have
two. One are my biological parents and others are the one with whom I spent all
possible vacations and weekends; my beloved mamu and mami (maternal uncle and
aunt).
I had a very wonderful childhood, filled with love, laughter and craziness. I love my 3 sets of maternal uncle, aunts,
and all my cousins from the core of my heart . I had the most happening childhood
with my 3 female cousins, for which I am thankful to them. I
always found profuse love in my grand fathers place. And me being a sugar
glider insisted on going back and forth. It was like a female's paradise.
My older uncle and aunt (mamu
and mami) loved me the most amongst all the cousins. And I was the closest with
their daughter. I never considered her my cousin; she was my sister, my soul
mate, and partner in crime, a teacher so and so forth. She always cared for me like a chicken taking
caring of her chick J
We were inseparables or
conjoined twins J I have always wished to be adopted by them.
If I have to name one person
who taught me the most skills, sports, magic tricks etc that would be my Mamu. Growing
up he was my ideal. He taught us girls everything from swimming to gun shooting
(toy gun of course), to camping, to dining out etiquette. He was a doctor, a teacher,
a guide, and mentor, all in one. I am and will always be indebted to him. I
used to venerate how he uses to pamper mami. I always wished to have a man like
him.
He was a courageous
man who loved to take challenges. The biggest among them was gathering friends
and family, who shared different interests and passion for a traveling trip to
different fantastic parts of Pakistan, that too every year. He wanted us all to learn to love and live
together and to know the power of sharing and sacrifice for each other under
unlikely circumstances.
As a kid I never liked mami L I use to think her as an arrogant and a quiet person.
Ah the innocence of childhood, when slight I knew about stress, difficulties
and practicalities of life. And little I was exposed to the fact that parents
only show their happiness, not their weaknesses or sadness. With the passage of
time, things changed or my perspective changed. Mami became my best
friend. She became the one taking care
of clothes and other needs. As my mom was not that much into it and I was crazy about
it. I would share all my silliness and vivid thoughts /ideas with her and she
would listen with all the enthusiasm in the world. She was the one who helped
me taking the biggest and most important decision of my life. I was skeptical
and shaky but she held my hands and gave me such a positive insight that I was
able to do the decision.
How can a person love another
person kid just like his or her own? I received immeasurable adoration from them. Both of them have an limitless and immense
love for people. Never in my life I have
seen two folks who care about other individuals more than themselves, who don’t
think once to spend their last penny on a loved one, and who are always there to
give their shoulders or to wipe tears.
Love you mamu and mami. I know these few paragraphs does not do justice to all your love and time for me but, accept it as a tiny tribute. May you get all the happiness you deserve,
here and here after. I am thousands of miles away but this song brings back all
the memories and “masti” (fun) I had with you guys.
another very good article! thanks for sharing this personal account. it would be great to get your thoughts on how people develop this capacity to love people other than your own children?
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