The nostalgic outburst as a reaction of reading this was quite unexpected, in a good way, because I remember finding my parents letters to each other when they were in a long-distance relationship, even though I wasn't allowed to read them all, the writing style now reminds me how I write to myself in my journal. I also found old lists and hisaab kitaab (lol) which reminded me of how I make lists and write everything down, just like my mother. Even though the outburst isn't as profound as yours, keeping in mind that your nana used to write poetry, published it too, but getting to relate to your parent/grandparent on a far more personal level that reminds you how you have always been a part of each other is equally emotional.
The diary datss are just before his grandchild was due. We all got the literature for nana jan. We all had parents , but I've been thinking lately, and our true maa baap were our grand parents. Nana Jan spent the most time with you and at the end he adores you and made you feel the same. I learned about this world beyond KHI from him. Histories Geographies all having philosophy in common. Thank you for sharing this.
Nanajan was exactly who I always thought he was a true jack of all trades. He carried countless stories from his travels, and I often wondered if he kept a journal to remember them all (I think we will find out soon). It was so different from his stature demeanor. He shared our love for art, and his presence always carried a quiet strength and resilience. May Allah grant him the highest ranks in Jannah. (I might have teared up) 🫶🏻
The nostalgic outburst as a reaction of reading this was quite unexpected, in a good way, because I remember finding my parents letters to each other when they were in a long-distance relationship, even though I wasn't allowed to read them all, the writing style now reminds me how I write to myself in my journal. I also found old lists and hisaab kitaab (lol) which reminded me of how I make lists and write everything down, just like my mother. Even though the outburst isn't as profound as yours, keeping in mind that your nana used to write poetry, published it too, but getting to relate to your parent/grandparent on a far more personal level that reminds you how you have always been a part of each other is equally emotional.
It isss! Hahaha i think hisaab kitaab is a NEED in every person’s journal! Love hearing you carry parts of your mother within yourself 🥹
The diary datss are just before his grandchild was due. We all got the literature for nana jan. We all had parents , but I've been thinking lately, and our true maa baap were our grand parents. Nana Jan spent the most time with you and at the end he adores you and made you feel the same. I learned about this world beyond KHI from him. Histories Geographies all having philosophy in common. Thank you for sharing this.
Yes exactly 100%!
Nanajan was exactly who I always thought he was a true jack of all trades. He carried countless stories from his travels, and I often wondered if he kept a journal to remember them all (I think we will find out soon). It was so different from his stature demeanor. He shared our love for art, and his presence always carried a quiet strength and resilience. May Allah grant him the highest ranks in Jannah. (I might have teared up) 🫶🏻