My dear daughter

My dear daughter-

Today is Friday. You don't have school. But today you woke up early and are sitting. You said, give me the makeup box. I will do your makeup for mom. On the day you have school, you can't be woken up even if you pull me out of bed. Yesterday I brought you mangoes. You eat mangoes with interest. I enjoy watching you consume mangoes. I said, Faja, is mango sweet? You said, Dad, it's very sweet. I like mangoes. I said, don't you like apples? You smiled and said, apples are my favorite. If I return home empty-handed, you might get upset.

Faraja Tabassum Khan-

And after a few days, you will go to nursery. Your playgroup is coming to an end. Next Sunday, there will be a dress-up event in your school as you like. You will dress up as a teacher. You said, Dad will bring glasses for me. I will miss you at school. I need glasses. Faja, you have learned a lot. You have learned a lot. I have learned a lot. That day, I called you, your mother is calling you. You said, I can't talk now. I am busy. Look at the situation! Dad called, four-year-old daughter says, I am busy. I will talk to you later. Strange! You were as smart as you were at four years old, I was stupid at four years old.

Dear daughter Tabassum-

Your grandparents are in the hospital. You and your mother went to the hospital. I went to the hospital in the afternoon. When you saw me, you said, Dad, there is a canteen in this hospital. Come on. I went to the hospital canteen. You showed me what to eat. Burger, pizza and chicken fries. I said, can you eat so much food? You said, if you can't eat, I will take it for your mother. Faja, I've noticed that you have a stronger bond with your mother. This hurts me. Do I love you less than your mother? Your love should have been equal for both parents.

My dear daughter-

Your Faiha, the name has almost disappeared. At first, I used to call you Faiha. Now I don't call you that anymore. I call you Faraja. Your mother may not like the name Faiha. Your uncle named you Honeytra. Everyone in your maternal grandparents' house calls you Honeytra. You also accepted your name as Honeytra. However, a while ago you called and said, sorry, father. I couldn't pick up your phone then. I was swamped. Tell me, why did you call? You talk like a young girl! Faaja, don't be too religious. Live a simple, beautiful life.

Faaja Khan,

You look like you've grown up! Now you walk, run, sing, talk, play, take a bath, take a bottle of water out of the fridge and give it to me. Discipline me. That day, you were very small. I used to sit with you on my lap all night. You would wake up when I took you off my lap. I used to change your diaper. I used to take you to the roof and sit in the sun. Now you go to school. Sit and eat mangoes. Speak softly. Faaja, grow up, but never disobey your parents. Don't hurt them.