Dear Hisham,
You’re too young now to understand all that I carry in my heart, but one day, maybe when you’re older, I hope you find these words.
I didn’t always know how to be a father. I still don’t, sometimes. But what I know is this: every time I looked at you, I felt a kind of love that made all the confusion in life feel smaller.
If you ever feel unsure of who you are, or where you belong — know this: you were always enough. Even in my silence, even when I was tired, I saw your light. You’ve taught me how to slow down. How to be present.
One day, when I am not around or less able to speak, may these words remind you that you were, and always will be, my greatest reflection.
With love,
Baba
Wasifreflects 