Fathers and Daughters

Dania, oh yes, you are welkomed here.....we are a lost race, but we mean well, really we do. We even play music, and let everyone know exactly what we feel. Stay.



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Fatima:

Your recollections and images struck a chord. Relationships must evolve to endure, and as time and circumstance changes your emotional contours it also casts familiar people and places into a new mold. Here's to changing, yet staying true.

Ejaz and Humera

I want to thank you, Fatima, but also tell Mr.....him that we're a peaceful country, so open to everybody that being a Catholic country we've elected for a two period (8 years in a row) a Muslim President. It says something about us, even if we're so far away from you, geographically speaking. You have the benefit of not being forced to read my comments, the username stands first, just skip me. I'll keep the word "welcome" in my memory, and that's good enough for me.

I can only imagine what could have been! If only I had a daughter.

#24 Cheema, probably because she's 7, and at that age, dinosaurs, lion kings, are all your best friends, and your father is your only hero.

I think Mr. Ijaz Gul's response came from a heart who knew of the suffering, which you're just a novice at.

Diana, here's what a Philosophy Professor in N.Y who is now a friend, writes about this article.

[Note for Everyone: Prof. S. Konecky is brilliant and sharp, never misses a thing, and by god it was tough being his student. He teaches Existentialism and Ethics at Hartwick College, N.Y, and his special area is Sartre's work.]
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Fatima,

Sweet! Whether your father knew or knows he is a lucky man for his moon daughter, who understands the tenuousness of relations, especially father daughter relations. "

Phew! If after these years and experience (also 'as a father') he can say this, it tells me already what kind of man, makes the better man. Not the one who pretends [no Konecky, as every existentialist, could never do that], it is the one who has the guts to see things as they are. The 'terrible angst' of life. Yes, captain, I remember....existentialist angst.

[Its a Philosophy, over at the other side of things, Cheema, the Sartrian crowd feels not just is there NO relation without angst, there's no life without it.
They go further to say:
"A life without acknowledgment of the 'tenuousness' of ordinary occurrence, its essential angst, are lives lived in *bad faith* by people who never truly exist"

Here's some Sartre 101, for you. ; )

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Re: # 22; dania

suffice to say that overhearing a conversation between my seven year old and her school friend .... her describing me as her 'bestest' friend in the whole world ... I don't think I need any other form of 'father-daughter communication' to validate our relashionship!

#8#12#19

But Laddu cant dance sala

GOD! You brought back to me daddy’s little Princess!
At my age, (only one more year to reach my 50’s!), I can take some distance and agree with some men whose comments down here show the terrible need to facilitate communication between fathers and daughters. Yours is the story of this treasure, so wonderfully written it has brought tears to my eyes. The tears men are still not allowed to bathe their cheeks with, on this changing planet. But we, the daughters, can use our sensitivity and hear the sweet sour sound of the rain in our father’s hearts. Bless all men who acknowledge this. And bless you, dear soul, who through your art have been lingering in the position of the child a bit longer, as to understand the apprentice role while delaying our daughter full bloom into a woman, so as to showcase this treasure of a man a dad is to us.
We never pass our beginner stages in our relationship to our fathers. That’s what you convey us in such a poetic manner, and it is beneficial to many situations. Because we can later recognize the heart of a man, the man who holds back his worries from us, the man who takes care of all our needs, who “buys horses for our children and tells them tales under the moon on any beach around the world.�
You’ve honored all men in this wonderful piece, you’ve delved in this great secret, that mysterious bond between a man whose seed sprouted into a Sheherazade of small dimensions. You made me feel that even though I know I came out of my mother’s womb, I simply adored to be molded out of my father’s hands/stories/heart/love.
At the autumn of my life, when I’m allowed to watch quietly from the sidelines, there are two words into which my admiration for your skill at putting your heart in your hands and showing its bond to your dad, and the love and longing for my own father are blended:
THANK YOU!
(I’m the mother of a boy/man, and let me tell you that my father has helped me be my son’s Sheherazade when he was a child. Now I understand why he longs so much for a daughter)
Waving my hand to you from Buenos Aires,
Dania

Re: # 12; Laddu bhai

every cloud has a silver lining sir; imagine none of the alleged events had taken place .... would be a very dull world don't you reckon? .... nothing for us to talk about, day in day out!

good men die too soon. maybe Bali could have lived...but the music is all that has remained.

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Re: # 13

sure.........you are a good man!

Cheema,
The focus should be on this beautiful essay. We have a very sensitive and descriptive writer amongst us, we wish succeed.

Cheema,
It depends how and what relationship evolve.I felt empathy in what Fatima wrote.

In many other cases, such mysticism is not there or self interests take their toll.

Re: # 5; ijaz sahib

I haven't quite got to your stage but observe with interest the little schemes and manipulations etc gradually progressing into an artform in its own right! .... I only hope it gets better though don't hold my breath ....

as for the article, like I stated on your ilog Fatima, beautifully written!

laddu yar
tang na kar

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