Can’t handle kids? Don’t make one!

A good and keen observation can take you a long way and teach you things nobody would ever bother to tell you.
Kids are very observant. But of course, they observe only what they like to observe. For example, they’ll observe a cartoon series and maybe, try to implement in on themselves or others around them. Or, they’ll observe their family issues and try to figure out why their family is always so tensed up. At these moments, their mind works furiously over these questions and new queries keep popping up. They want to find answers but how, that’s the real question.
Kids are fascinating and I’ve always loved those kids who have loads of things to discuss, are jolly and are always questioning. True, sometimes people get irritated but they make the mistake of displaying their irritation on their face or verbally expressing it. Which obviously, starts turning the child’s thinking processes to find other ways to search for their answers.
This, of course, is a big question mark on the ability of the parents. It is their responsibility to quench their thirst. Not every question has to be answered but it’s very easy to feed them something else of their interest and satisfy them. Only the clever and good parents know how to handle their child and what answers to give him/her. Sad to say, it’s pretty rare.
I don’t understand sometimes, why some parents even bother to burden themselves with a child (or more) when they don’t even know how to raise them up. They don’t realize how much harmful that is for the society on the whole and even for their own reputation. Blaming the child is easy for your mistakes but you can’t fool the society and the good people out there. Their harshness at home with their kid, can lead to dangerous molding of his/her thoughts into something that’s full of hate and detest for parents or adults, on the whole and it is an alarming situation. So if someone isn’t ready to bear a child’s antics and the way his/her mind works, they shouldn’t even bring them in this world. Because one way or another, this is, ultimate cruelty.


What went wrong & where?

A 10yo kid, was going through his iPad, one of his most treasured possessions. Suddenly, a thought struck in his mind. More like a query. You know kids of that age, constantly thinking about random things. He goes to his most trusted friend to find an answer.

“I’ve to ask you something”


“How are we born?”

“My mom says angels come to earth and place us in our houses in small baskets when are parents are sleeping.”

“Just like that?”


“The last month, my aunt was at our home. I was listening to them. My mom was asking her how was the baby, while looking at her belly. It is huge. It wasn’t like this before. I think…”

“You think the kid was in her belly? NO WAY!”

“You know what happened? A few days back, She had a baby girl. I was at my aunt’s house. I never saw any basket. When I asked them about it, they all laughed. I know they are joking.”

“I don’t know. Maybe they left it at the hospital.”

“That’s what my aunt said. But I don’t believe it.”


The kid wasn’t satisfied. The question kept nagging him through the day. He was sharp and he didn’t like to keep his queries and questions hanging. He went to his dad.

“I’ve to ask you something”

“Yes m’boy?”

“Dad, how was I born?”

“I told you before son, angels came from the Heaven and gave you to us.”

“How did they know when to give me to you?”

“Son, I’m a bit busy right now. Go and finish your homework.”

“But dad…”


He came back to his room. The question was still hanging. He knew his mom was busy with her housework and she won’t listen to him either.

He couldn’t sleep that night. All the while, new questions kept springing up. He was disturbed.

With his heart hammering, he opened his cupboard and found the only solution to his problem. He got to work.


The next day, he went to his friend again.

“I know angels didn’t bring us here. I mean, not literally.”

“What? Why so?”

“Read this.” With that, he took out his iPad and showed him what he had Googled. *How are babies born?*


“See? I told you. Our parents lie to us.”

“But what is this?”

“I guess, it is time for us to Google this too…”


What went wrong and where?

I’d never blame the kids. They are very smart. Times have changed, minds have changed. Children observe a lot. They think a lot. Everything is so advanced. Technology is ruling us. We are all going with the pace. But forgetting your responsibilities as parents? That’s where we go wrong.

This story has a lot of aspects to be considered:

  • Why was the kid’s iPad usage unsupervised? He was just 10. Why wasn’t his Google filtered for the underage?
  • Parents need to take out time for their children no matter how tough their questions are, no matter how embarrassing, parents should be the one whom the child asks, not a random friend. Be your kid’s best friend!
  • Never leave your child’s queries hanging! NEVER leave your child confused. It only adds to their curiosity and they’ll go for other means to find the answers. If your child isn’t satisfied, come up with some other more convincing story. It is all up to the parents.
  • Be sure you don’t talk about private things in front of your child. If you’re not sure, don’t say anything at all. Kids have very sharp hearing and they can literally hear across the walls. So be sure whatever you’re saying doesn’t bring up any further embarrassing questions from them.

This is a real story I’ve witnessed in my life. I just want all future parents and the parents of young children to be aware of their children’s activities and not to trust them more than usual. They are young and their minds are prone to corrosion.


The strength, to move on

I saw, under their shedding eyes, behind their subdued smiles, shadowed by their meager sighs, the search, for the strength, to move on.

Merely, an inkling of thoughts about survival, without having to unwillingly imagine the bloodied bodies, the bullet wounds, the bearded men, the deafening noise caused by the rifle shots, bought a flicker of shine in their now dull and secretive eyes.

Cradling the memories they had together, cherishing the moments they had spent together, letting nostalgia sweep over them, they opened the doors of the thoughts that were full of hope, love and happiness. Momentarily, they envisioned themselves back, under those huge green trees, searching for stars in dark silenced nights, finding the meaning behind each shaping cloud, flying along with the soaring feather-flocks high above in the heavens… Oh the good times. Ploughing further for more happiness, drifting away in the sea of pleasure, it suddenly occurred as a lightening had struck, that those were the moments gone. But, it gave them hope. Still, smiling weakly, but this time, with a little more determination, a little willingness, vowing to themselves, that these memories would never get erased. These reminiscences will never wither.

And thus they gain the strength, to move on.

Life: denied

I write this, for the youngsters we lost in the tragic Peshawar incident and who were not given a chance to bloom and show us what they’re capable of doing for our country. This is the least I can do for them and their families.

Killing those innocent children merely ignited more sparks among the masses resulting in even harsher measures taken against the terrorists. These terrorizing bastards will never win, God is with us. These kids are martyrs. They’ll never die.

No words of mine can be a perfect condolence for those families. No words of mine can be a perfect apology from those little angels. These are just some words that were born in my heart and mind while I imagined their faces earlier, what they would’ve been thinking and doing, as they got ready for the bloody day.

May their souls rest in peace.

A perfection that you can never envision,

A face so happy, so fully crimson,

A delighted child, basking in the sun,

No worries of this worldly prison,

The joys of school, the company of friends,

Enjoying the colors of every season,

Under the shades of the green,

Doing homework and revision,

Full of innocence, love and dreams,

Never hating, no thoughts of treason,

What won’t I give to get back those times,

The childhood days, fragments of my vision.


Her eyes fluttered open.

The first thing she saw was Chad’s face. His smile was dazzling, as always. He stood right beside her, her hand held in his warmness. He softly whispered, “You did it Cynthia, you made it through.”

Cynthia smiled. She knew what Chad meant. Chad’s eyes were lit up. He was beyond elated. She wanted to share his joy too. With some effort, she said, “I want to see my child, Chad.” Chad kissed her forehead and motioned to get up.

At that very moment there was a knock at the door. Chad looked at his wife and they shared their final lone moments together. From now on-wards, they’ll have a baby in their arms seeking attention and love from both.

Chad moved towards the door. Cynthia felt her heart beating fast. Now that her baby was really here, not merely a dream, her mind started rambling “Are you ready for this Cynthia? Are you ready?” She felt utterly nervous now.

Chad was moving towards her now, a blanket in his arms. Their baby was here. This child was the sign of Chad’s and her love. Chad sat on the edge of her bed. She looked in Chad’s eyes, searched. He was smiling, but now she could see the tears glimmering. As if he sensed her thoughts, Chad said “Of course you’re ready, my darling. You’ll be the best mother, ever.” Cynthia loved how he always knew what was bothering her. She knew he would be the best father ever.

She straightened on her bed. She held her arms out. Chad slowly placed the bundle of blankets in her arms. She cuddled it close to her. And for the first time, looked at her baby.
She was her daughter. She was Chad’s daughter. She was beyond beautiful. She stared at her child in awe and full of wonder.

Was she carrying this beautiful young child in her womb for the last 9 months? She couldn’t believe it. Tears streamed through her eyes. Her daughter’s eyes were big. She had long curled eyelashes, just like her mother’s. And then those bright blue eyes, which were full of surprise. Her daughter stared at her. Cynthia noticed that her hair were golden brown. She remembered how her mother used to tell her that when she was born, the first thing she noticed was Cynthia’s hair, which were the exact same color. She laughed softly at the memory. Her daughter had the tiniest fingers. But the thing that caught her eyes first, were the rosy cheeks. Her cheeks were the cutest thing she had ever seen. A natural blush. She kissed them both and gazed up at Chad.

He was enjoying himself, silently observing the daughter-mother, exchanging their love. Cynthia asked, “What should we name her, Chad?” “I want you to name her, sweetheart.” Chad replied, while stroking her messed up hair. Cynthia smiled. “I love her cheeks. She is so adorable Chad.” Chad laughed. “Lets wait till she grows up. She’ll be just like you.” He paused. “So, *Rose* it is, then?” Chad was such a mind reader. “Yes. It matches her cheeks.” Chad kissed his daughter’s hand and said lovingly to her, “Hello dear Rose, welcome to our world. Everything will change now. Everything.”
He was right. Everything changed.