Someone else's daughter

She is perplexed to see, my diplomas and degrees, talent and dreams, gathering dust in musty, dog-eared folders...

Aalia Suleman March 21, 2013
My daughter is a young lady now,

A ‘woman of the time’,

Geared up to conquer the world.

 

With all the support and confidence,

Of her family,

And above all,

Her father,

Behind her.

 

Her questions have also matured,

She is perplexed to see,

My diplomas and degrees,

Talent and dreams,

Gathering dust in musty, dog-eared folders,

Packed away in dusty, yellowing, cardboard boxes;

A graveyard of evidence,

That I, too, was a woman of my time.

 

She is confused at my non-existent existence,

An email-less, Facebook-less, cell-phone-less, near-servile existence.

 

‘My father is the best man in the world’,

She proclaims proudly,

Then questions,

The different boundaries,

That define the identities,

Of two women,

In the same house.

 

I know I can put an end,

To all her questions,

With just one statement,

She is still not mature enough,

To comprehend,

The abysmal depth,

Of my answer.

 

It requires a wisdom

Beyond her callow years,

That it is because,

I am someone else’s daughter.

 

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Aalia Suleman
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Sumaiya Hasan | 7 years ago | Reply | Recommend the absolute truth!
Sadia | 7 years ago | Reply | Recommend The existent of today would be the non-existent of tomorrow. Its a vicious cycle. What you can change is the way your son treats someone else's daughter. Atleast one girl you know would remain existent throughout her life span.
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