I stand before you, though, O Allah, the daughter // to Abraham’s father. Here is my sacrifice: / hold him close, as You did with Ismael.
April 27, 2021
Father Tongue
I know the word for father in Seraiki is pio
I know the word for daughter in Seraiki is dhi
I didn’t know the word for language in Seraiki is zaban
You cannot look up Seraiki words online
Now he is silent and I have no one to teach me
I don’t know the word for silent in Seraiki
Qurbaani
Once a year, my father took me to see his family. We’d reach
my ancestral village just in time for lunch. After greeting his
parents — who’d cry each time — Abu rolled up his sleeves
and strode into the courtyard. Lifting the hutch and scattering
panicked chickens, he would grab the closest one and unceremoniously
slaughter it. In this killing, my otherwise gentle father was clear-eyed
and unsentimental. Until his father was alive, Abu traveled to the village
in time to offer the Eid prayers. After dada died, Abu began praying
at his own mosque, also offering his sacrifice at home on Eid-ul-Azha. My dad
would ask if I wanted ‘a portion,’ (as an adult, I too must perform the sacrifice)
and I would say, yes, breezily adding that I would pay him
when I saw him next, never remembering. He would add
a portion for his parents, alternating between his mother and father
the last two years since my dadi died. Last year passed in a haze. This
feast of the sacrifice, there seems more clarity. There is no father,
there is no feast. I stand before you, though, O Allah, the daughter
to Abraham’s father. Here is my sacrifice:
hold him close, as You did with Ismael.