Happy 5th Birthday to Aiza Khan

I am really not prepared mentally and time passes like on the speed of velocity. Just five years back I was Just married, I just had a wife and that’s it. You extended my family by being with your existence. Exactly five years back I become a father and that is too of a daughter, what else could be more joyful and fantastic than this. I was more excited to have a daughter who I wanted to grow her my way. When I say raising her my way seems a bit imposing but I wanted her to grow her and that is my way.

I am getting successful up-to 75% that I have not snatched her childhood, did not put her in school at an early age and did not put her in hot water. Made her get up when she completes her sleep and so on.

These five years have been so wonderful that I can’t even begin to imagine about, I have tried my extreme level best to fulfil your small and tiny wishes, such as getting Dunk & Donut, give your dolls, take you out to Park and let you watch her choice of the cartoon. How can I forget to mention that making your TikTok is another level of joy? Your posing for a picture is out of my words.

Today you turned five and celebrated your birth in Lahore with your grandees, of course, I missed your birthday, been not able to hug you, but I wish you many returns of the day.

Aiza I will never ever forget that you made me a father. You taught me management, patience, built my capacity and made me feel to be the friend of yours

Peace be upon you, my love 

Finally Aiza at School.

Yes! There are still 49 days to go that Aiza will turn to 5 years. She has lived her childhood, not being too spoiled nether too introverted. She was a girl to get up whatever time, she felt like in the day time, whatever she wanted I provided her, she listens to me and those golden days are fading away.  I admitted her in the school due to social pressure, everyone had the opportunity to be telling which school does she study in, why did not you let go to school, etc.  I have admitted her to a school near my house. I have visited many schools prior to her admission to the school, in which I found Dar-e-Arqam the best due to a system they have and location wise.

The day before she practically goes to school, I bought her uniform and some other important requirements for school. I made her sleep with me that I can get her up, prepare her and go to school.

Early in the morning she was excited which really motivated me that it will not be upsetting. Today she got up earlier than her usual time and got prepared. Me and my wife went with her to the school and let her begin following teachers/madams.

I dropped my wife back home and visited her school again and sat outside the school for an hour or so and then come back home with a heavy heart. It was too hard not to find Aiza in the house, trying to get settled but could not do it.

I rushed down to my house and started the car and went to her school and took her back home. On the way back she said, that it is too great to be in school, I am going to make some friends and I also finished my donut in school.

She is sleeping now and I am watching at her face, it gives me extra pleasure that she is growing up and stabilizing me emotionally.

Every father may be having some emotional attachments to his daughter, I know this is awkward to write something like that, but I can’t stop myself.

x

Aiza at School

People in my circle never misses a single moment to ask me, when I will have to get my daughter admitted to the school. And as always my arguments are when she turns eight years. They have their own arguments and so do I, but in the end I do whatever I have decided.

While dealing with them, I keep one thing in my mind, that it is me, who has to look after her, it is me who has to grow her not you, so I let them go with their arguments. Who cares??

To me getting the kid admitted in a school at an early age, is not for learning, but for socializing him/her. It goes without saying that sometimes parents get tired of dealing with their kids and they sent them to school to grow them in the hands of some unqualified and merciless people in the school.

Few days back I happened to discover a FINE ART School nearby my house and I informally got my daughter admitted in. Since it is just a FINE-ART and drawing school so there go no strict rules regulations.

We went to school today and she has taken her first class, she was confused initially, but with the passage of time, she got too frank with her teacher. She has been observing the teacher and asked me so many questions at the end.

She has received a NOTEBOOK as a gift and was so much excited to show it to her mom.

End of the class, she has demanded a shower-ma and we did not find it in the whole market, that’s how she ended-up with chocolates.