“When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.”
Rumi
One of the greatest pleasures of early marriage is early kids, they are grown up before you get old. On this sunny winter morning, I am grateful to have a round of golf with my sons. My eldest, Mr. K is a veteran golfer, playing since he was thirteen in the great company of his grandfather. He swings adorably and has a fine hand for chipping. Lately, he is out of practice because of his marriage and newborn. My youngest, Mr.Q, has recently stood second in the junior boy’s tournament. Luckily, we are together this winter holiday season in New England. Although it is awfully cold here these days, the angel of weather sometimes provides pockets of good golfing weather and I take full advantage of this.
It’s one of those perfect days, where everything is not too much, not too little, but just right. The sun is shining, the temperature is 4°c, the wind is tolerable and the ground is not completely frozen. Thanks to the management of Swansea Country Club, the course is open and well taken care of even in this harsh weather. The course is neither vacant nor crowded. The presence of other enthusiastic golfers in this weather is proof of the popularity of the game in this region. We are taking off as a flight of three. A family flight. The loveliest flight.
Today, my heart is full. Simultaneously I am proud, humbled, satisfied, grateful, and fulfilled. My steps are barely on the ground, I feel as if I’m walking in the air. This round is a dream come true. I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.
Since my sons play golf much better than I do. I want to play this round at par with their standard so they don’t get bored by my slices and shanks. Walking briskly while playing trendy music by The Weeknd and Dua Lipa, I am dressed in straight fit pants and fashionable attire. I am making swings with full elasticity and combined by style. My smile is younger and I am talking about the future. In their company, I feel brighter and full of energy. I feel young.
It is a rare privilege to avail the company of the young members of the family these days. They usually are away at college, work or they are busy with their own interests. Being together and being home is one thing this epidemic has gifted to our otherwise scattered family. On top of that, I am blessed even more to celebrate the company of my kids at the golf course every once in a while. I can’t express how it feels to play a sport one loves with their son or daughter. My vocabulary cannot convey my true tenderness.
“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.”
Linda Poindexter
One can see the whole universe in a grain of bunker sand, one can see the entire oceans in a water hazard, one can smell garden of Eden from a feral stem on the edge of a fairway, one can taste heavens from a wild berry from the rough, one can roam with the stars while golfing with loved ones - all of this is possible while golfing with one's own children.
Anthem lights
“‘Just living isn’t enough’, said the butterfly, ‘one must have freedom, sunshine, and a little flower.’”
Khalil Gibran
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Ahsan Jamil
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Fulfilment is a blessing... fulfilment however betrays (a kind of )want.Happiness may or may not be an attitude has to be pursued.All victories are a nihility when viewed in conjunction with defeats at the hand(stick) of one's siblings.. willful (designed)/acquired/self-imposed defeats are even more delicious. My word to K..Q...Beware ..do not boast your victories...he can bounce back.
Masha Allah....