 |
| reblogged |
PENCIL
I’m sorry
ERASER
For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
PENCIL
I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a
mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes
vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each
time.
ERASER
That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You
see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do
something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll
replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please,
stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the
pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser
whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their
children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get
hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their
children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are
still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate
seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I’ve been the pencil. And it
pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and
smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I will be left with
would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
Once a person asked the Prophet:
“Who deserves the best care from Me?”
The Prophet replied:
“Your Mother, Your Mother, Your Mother, and then your Father..”
(Al-Bukhari and Muslim)
