Dear Dad,
Hope your soul is at peace.
It’s your son, Atanya, as you traditionally named me. I am now called Abdul Razak. It means servant of the all-provider.
I live in a different country now, the United States of America. They prefer to call me Abdul, just to save themselves from having to pronounce ‘Razak’ which makes their heads ache down to its core. And so, Abdul is my new name. I hope you’re okay with it. I’m sorry if you’re not because there’s very little I can do about that.
Another thing, Dad, is I have a couple of new parents now, one of whom is a teacher. They are angels, Dad! Trust me. They really are.
It is not to say I am disowning my family’s reputation or to say I am stripping you of fatherhood.
You see, Dad, I needed somebody to call a dad and a mom since you are not physically on the shores of Earth, and your wife also is a ‘millionth infinity’ miles across oceans. However, according to Mr. Rodriguez, my Biology instructor from last year, your genes will forever flame in my veins. So, don’t worry! You haven’t lost a son like you did your flesh, even though, Heaven knows I love my new parents to the depths of the universe and back and beyond and with every gene I inherited from you. Still… don’t worry! I love you, also.
And this is why:
You gave me life and taught me to be independent, though at a tender stage of my life; they gave me hope, a stress-free life, a reason to keep living life at its fullest, and to not worry about your departure because I have them at a snap of my fingers. Obviously, both of you played a role in my development; right?
So, thank God! And bless the moment you laid with that angel of a wife for me. I assume you really enjoyed the pleasure of that period, didn’t you? Well, the other aspect of it is, a life was sparked, which marked the reason for your salvation as I write this.
Don’t shiver, Mr. Amadu. I’m not sending this letter to vilify your soul or slander the casket of your being. It’s only to seek answers to the very queries that have been hunting my mind since you left without a trace.
You see, Dad, here in America, kids interact with their parents, and affectionately plant a faint kiss on their cheeks at the brink of virtually every conversation. The warmth and attachment you can tell is boundless. It can almost penetrate the world from the West through the East. It is unfathomable.
Did you at a point wish that kind of relationship existed between you and I?
How did it pinch you each time you violently mounted a fist on my young fragile skull?
Did it ever occur to you that you were abusing me?
Has your love for me ever made you yearn for the sight of my presence?
I would also like to ask you a few questions about my mother, your wife. Can I?
Okay, I witnessed at the mall, a few months ago, when a young man dropped abruptly to the floor due to an unexpected brawny seizure. His wife stood beside him, totally lost and bewildered. Tears leaked down her pale eyes as we waited for his veins to loosen up. Though the gentleman was out-of-it, he struggled in an attempt to get onto his feet. The wife then reached down to the love of her life and cried:
“No, please don’t get up; you’re having a seizure!”
The husband’s response moved mountains. It shook souls and pulled emotions from across seas.
“No, Honey; I’m not having a seizure,” he responded.
Dad, the man in question was inarguably out of consciousness, but he knew the face beside him was his ‘Honey.’ He knew it was his partner, the woman he shared his bed with- his wife.
Are you certain she would stick a finger up in your defense as to the immense love you showed her?
Told you I now have a second mother, right? Okay, her name is Rose, and she adores me as though we were genetically interwoven.
Do you think my mother loves me as much?
Mother Rose has grand-kids, and if she doesn’t set eyes on them for two weeks, she cries like she’d lost them to a Tsunami. When she doesn’t talk to her son over the phone for a day, she mourns and groans as though her world was ending.
Why did you divorce my mother, the woman you took an oath to protect, and love for better and for worse?
Do you think I’d be wrong if I hated you?
Don’t feel guilty, Dad. That’s not the purpose of this letter. We’re human and are bound to make mistakes; right?
I’ve forgiven you, and I am pretty certain God has, too.
Okay, far from us now, Dad!
The Angels?
Since they say the dead know about the Supreme God, I guess I won’t be accused of blasphemy after making these inquiries, would I?
For further clarification, it is not to question God’s moral identity. I have always been curious as to the religion God meets with high approbation, His complexion, and what He makes of the current hostilities we’re pushing against.
Which of these mirrors the image of God?
Is He aware of the recent religious turmoil across the globe, and the righteous claims of religious leaders of the various parties and the accusations being raised and stoned at temples and mosques and shrines and, “Mother Humanity?”
Hey, Dad! Are you still with me?
Just checking.
Okay, will I be right if I say God’s religion is Love and His race is Humanity and His complexion is Life? If so, is it fair to say ‘Man’ neglected his own true-self and embraced a ‘code of race’ like the throne of an ancient world, with which he invaded and ruled his fellow men?
So, again, Dad!
What does God make of Donald Trump?
I find this quite ironic: Donald quoted the Bible in his inauguration speech at the United States Capitol, Washington D.C.
It was Psalm 113.
“Behold, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity. It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron’s beard, that went down to the skirts of his garments; As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion, for there the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore,” he quoted.
He also added: “We are all brothers; we are all Americans!”
Incidentally, it took him less than ten days to partition Muslim Americans from their Christian brothers. So, is the Lord aware that His words have been used in vain? Against His Will?
What about the so-called Jihadist that go about taking the lives of innocent souls in broad daylight? Is The Holy One acquainted with that, too?
You know what, Dad? I think I ought to let Him handle His business at His own time. Sorry if I went too far with my questions. It’s just that, as an imperfect species, with a feeble mind that lacks the understanding of God’s ways, I find it quite murky to comprehend why He takes forever in dealing with people who kill their fellow out of selfishness, when in actual fact, those people can’t in themselves stand the bite of a scorpion.
Aiming at each of them with a strike would get the job done; wouldn’t it?
Why waste time, then?
Lord! I’m starving, Dad, and it’s 3:05 a.m. Need to get something to shove down my throat and give in to sleep, but let’s go on.
I think we should now be more like partners, rather than Son and Father. You know, I mean, like buddies. What do you think?
So, there’s this girl I see in school. Her name is Ty, for short. And Oh! Since oftentimes, we’re divided by racial discrimination, I guess it’s essential to include the fact that she’s black. But I’m black, too. So it doesn’t matter, I mean, even if she’s not, it still doesn’t matter; does it?
Anyway, though, she has never participated in any beauty contest or emerged triumphantly in any beauty pageant competition. I think she’s cute. I might be wrong, but in the eye of my mind and heart, she is. I care less what everybody thinks. She really is. Not exactly in appearance but character-wise. Dad! Oh! I mean, Bruh, I like her! I really do! And God knows I do!
Makes my heart leap in lust
That’s not all, Buddy:
I am emotionally enslaved
And the click of her sigh
So, I approached her, told her how cute I think she is, and how I’d like to go out with her. All the while, I muttered in my heart all the unspoken words I’d been meditating on from the very first time I set eyes on her.
“Right now, I’m not ready for a relationship,” she told me.
“Alright,” I said and walked away, all troubled.
The days that followed were met with sleepless nights. The imagery of that instance hunted my being. It broke my heart, Pal.
How did you,”in heavens hollow might,” get your Queen to your matrimonial home?
Any tips?
Okay, I think I’d let you go now. Dang! That was a hell of a reading, Partner… at least for you because I know you never read a page in the entire time you lived; have you?
Continue to rest in absolute serenity, my Dad and Pal.
I Love and Miss You Dearly. I really do. And God knows I do!