Sahar’s tearful confession.
And mine too as I record this. (Confession, yes. Tearful, no)
It happened a few days ago on a Saturday morning. Three kids awake and active as well as Afzal at home.
I snapped at Sahar over something, nothing big. Just too much stimuli and I raised my voice to shut down the noise.
How could she not take it personally?
I left the room. After a while, she came to me with a tearful confession.
“Mama, sometimes when you scold me, in my head I say to you, ‘Sadi hui karela wali Mamma!”
And she cried and cried.
“I get angry with you but I don’t say this to you, because once when I had said something bad to you, you went in the bathroom and cried. I don’t want to hurt you.
I feel so bad later….. after I have thought about you as a Sadi hui karele wali Mama!”
“Its, OK, baby….. its okay to be angry with Mama. I’m sorry”
(rough translation: ‘Rotten Karela of a Mama.’ Karela is a bitter tasting vegetable. Not popular at all in most households, but very good for health. I’ve inherited the habit of karela for lunch from my parents.)
Sahar is 6.5 years old.