Friday, 30 March 2012

..afiq. his papa and his spray..

....as I helped Afiq set up his workshop, I came to realise that I did not really know my son...he is my wife's first, and my second..although we grow up together, me into old age and him into adulthood, there are certain things about him that I was to only later discover...he is not as gregarious as his father, of course...or open...rather, he is quiet, almost broody..and there is a certain stubbornness in him which, earlier when he was grappling with early adulthood, I mistook for being wishy-washy...

...a few years back, I remember thinking that this is one son who has to work hard for his money...being paid 50 dollars per week was usual for him...but I refrained from commenting, thinking, rightly, that he was working on honing his skills..but he is one son who is of not much trouble to his mother or me..

..there must have been a time when he had had enough of grounding, polishing and sprayin... and receiving pittance... for apprentices are seldom handsomely paid...even though I raised my eyebrows when he took up job in a factory making diapers, I kept my peace and supported him....it is a highly competitive world he found himself in, and as in the animal world, survival is always of the fittest...

..meantime, we, her mother and I, both worried and prayed for him, most times triggered after reading Harian Metro...it is easy to succumb in the city of neon lights..where DGA, drugs, gals and alcohol are abound...and so, one day when he turned up at the door in Bachok, looking a bit pale and very much gaunt,  and said he had had enough of the big city, we were glad...and like all mothers everywhere, she fawned over him and fed him...

..Afiq working on a car...

..they say a father looked into their children to realise their own failed dreams...maybe so...but pakmat never had any dreams, being the vagabond, drifter and scoundrel that he was...but two weeks later after the opening, seeing Afiq working on cars sent in by friends of pakmat, sensing the pride in him on working on his own, being his own boss, as it were, pakmat rued his youth...those drifting without purpose days where life was on a song and a dance...and he was glad...that Afiq did not turned out to be like him...

8 comments:

Cat-from-Sydney said...

Abe Mat,
We'd support him too if we live nearby...but who knows.... We love the independence streak that Afiq possesses. Just like his dad. purrr...meow!

K Ti said...

you let afiq make his own mistakes, thus, he has now arrived. i like!

tokcik said...

pakmat - you are so far away - TC certainly would chip in this real success story.

feel great & proud of Afiq.

June Malik said...

It's not easy to just stand aside and not say anything but that is what helped defined him :)

Red Alfa said...

Salam Pakmat

Many parents are guilty for living on their vagabond days in early parenthood; negligently ignoring to guide their children to succeed in life (and the Afterlife).

Parents are responsible their children are getting the education and guidance.

Failing which, we are reminded of the Hadith of one as having been able to claim that unusual right to "derhaka" the negligent parent!!

Such parent does need to seek forgiveness from the child.

Seorang Blogger said...

Salam Pakmat,

been silently following your inspiring memoir of mecca, have nothing to comment except for silent wish for Him to one day invite me to His Kaabah..

As for Afiq, i wish him good luck, life is not easy, never easy, but with strong hearts we'll get through it..

pakmat said...

..guys, thank you for your support..he's operating behind the shell station, beris kubur besar, bachok..contact pakmat for a handsome discount..hehehe..

jamilah said...

congrats to Afiq...good for him! I wish I have the strong will to be my own boss but alas, I am the 'makan gaji' type.