There comes a time in a father’s life when words give way to silence, and love learns to let go.
This reflection, “A Father’s Quiet Prayer,” was written in one of those quiet mornings of acceptance — watching my grown children find their own paths, and remembering the woman who once walked beside me as we raised them.
It is a small prayer of gratitude, patience, and trust — that the Divine continues to guide and protect them, just as the sea holds every wave in its vast embrace.
Alhamdulillah for love that endures beyond time.
A Father’s Quiet Prayer
These days, I find myself letting things be. My daughter goes about her life, my son spends his hours lost in the glow of video games — both are grown, over thirty now, and I remind myself they are “old and ugly enough to know themselves,” as a friend once said.
There are moments when my heart stirs — when I feel that familiar urge to say something, to correct, to guide. But then I remember myself at their age and smile at the truth: I was far worse. So I choose silence over scolding, understanding over authority.
Instead, I watch, I observe, and I pray. I pray that the Lord keeps them safe from harm, that they never fall so deep into a hole they cannot climb out of. And I hold to faith — that I have raised them to be wise, not foolish; kind, not careless.
For what more can a father offer when his children have grown into their own stories? Only the quiet prayer that they remember who they are — children of Light, guided and protected, even when they forget.
In this acceptance, I find peace. And in this peace, I find love that asks for nothing in return.
Subhanallah — such is the grace of letting go and trusting the Divine to do the rest.
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In loving memory of Nancy — whose spirit still watches over the waves, and the children we raised with love.
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