It’s always awkward for me when holidays like Father’s Day roll around.
A special day to celebrate our fathers and let them know how much we care? Sheesh! In Islam, we’re supposed to do that every day!
But… I don’t. Not adequately at least. In fact, by the standard of Islam, I should be doing a lot more for both my parents.
So, when Father’s Day comes, it’s like an elephant in the room for me.
I want to avoid making something of it because we just don’t participate in extra ritualized “holy” days. At the same time, that huge elephant is crowding my space, reminding me that I don’t show my appreciation for my Dad enough. I suddenly feel so small, so pathetic – and I want to call, but at the same time I want to ignore it. I should have called yesterday, or the day before! So I put it off and put it off, rehearsing my words each time, until, it becomes late in the evening. I’ll call tomorrow. Rationalizing my hesitation to myself.
So here I am, a day late, or 364 days early depending how you look at it.
The truth is, Islam affords parents very high status. Treating them right, showing them gratitude and mercy is a fundamental part of showing gratefulness to God. In the Quran this is emphasized to the extent that kindness to parents is put directly following the most important pillar of Islam, worshipping God:
“Your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him, and that you be kind to parents. Whether one or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of contempt, nor repel them, but address them graciously.” (Quran 17:23)
If nothing else, Father’s day and Mother’s day serve to show me the glaring deficiency in my treatment of my parents. The fact that I know they will feel neglected by me that day only highlights the neglect on every other day, because in fact, every day should serve to honor them, and every day they should feel my love, my appreciation for them – whether by presence, words, actions, or some small token.
These holidays are probably like elephants in the room for my family as well; my absence must be painfully obvious. A heightened awareness of my silence or apparent lack of appreciation may linger in the backs of their minds, unspoken, all day.
The only way to overcome this would be: to be the kind of daughter I should be, the kind God has instructed me to be, on a daily, or at least regular basis, such that when holidays roll around, my family will still know how much they are loved and appreciated – whether I’m there to party with them or not. Even if I happen not to call that day.
3 thoughts on “Father’s Day: The Elephant in the Room”
Assalamu Alaikum. JazakAllahuKhairun for putting it so beautifully. Exactly how I feel about these mother and father’s days.
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Walaykum assalam wa rahmatullah. Glad you can relate!
Lool same dilemma every year. It’s even harder on the birthdays of beloved people. And it’s sooo true, why are we people so neglectful? One day we remind ourselves to treat our parents better but the next day we’ll forget again. Surely death is teacher enough… May Allah open our eyes and help us to serve and treat our parents the way which is pleasant to Him, amin.
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