What do I tell my children about God, life and His creations?

How do I explain to the little inquisitive minds about man’s barbarity? And that it knows no bounds, understands no limits. Just like God’s mercy knows no bounds, and understands no limits.

How do I tell them that there is one God? And that anyone who believes in a higher power is looking at the same sky, praying to the same heavens. Whether standing, sitting, with hands folded or open, eyes open or shut. Yet in the mind of one believer, the other is always unworthy; One method of prayer is correct but the other is an abomination; One Book is light but the other is confusion; One language is enough but the other is inadequate; One skin color is perfect but the other is impure. I am right, but you are wrong.

How do I make them understand that all religions preached by Prophets from the past said the same thing, in different words, under different circumstances, but essentially sang the same tune? Yet still, everyone claws at each others throats because one doesn’t like the sound of the other.

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How do I explain man’s kindness? A small number of people who make the world go around. These are life’s real heroes who restore your faith in everything that is good and blessed. These are people who make the real difference.

How do I tell them about life’s unfairness? But that there is nothing more fair than death. There are things we will never understand because we don’t have all the facts. That’s why we are the worst of judges.

How do  I explain that life is more grey than it is black and white? There is always an exception to the rule, an anomaly that stands out like a blister. Everything is as simple as we live it to be and as difficult as we think it to be.

How do I tell them that everything is disconnected  when looked from our eyes and that nothing ever really makes sense? But then that’s why we look up and within; For signs that show the connections. For dreams that tell all.

How do I tell them the importance of coincidences, flukes, luck and whims? Those are life’s miracles, our own magical moments, where God leans over and whispers.

How do I make them realize that they might spend their entire lives juggling such unanswered questions? But then maybe that’s what matters the most. As long as they ask, they will continue to look for answers. And as long as they don’t stop looking, there will always be hope.



  1. Ali Mazhar · May 15, 2015

    Good to see u back in action. V well written.


  2. Andy · May 19, 2015

    I wish you would write more. I feel like you wait for an explosion of letters and words before your post, but snippets are good. Fragments puncture the silent periods. We would miss your words less. X


    • Nida S. · May 19, 2015

      aah you mean I should write more as in this particular piece or just generally:)? I was on a hiatus so to speak but I hope to be more regular now. Thanks for dropping by Andy. I need to catch up on your awesome blogs too!


      • Andy · May 20, 2015

        🙂 I meant in general. It was late and I was tired when I sent the message so sorry if it was a ramble, but the sentiment was positive. 🙂


      • Nida S. · May 20, 2015

        My brain’s a bit rusty too, so we’re even. I really appreciate your encouragement. Here’s to writing more and more:)


  3. Naveen · May 23, 2015

    great post! I hope more parents would ask these questions rahtwr than getting sucked into the mundane routines that we have creates foe us and our kids! Thanks for writing…


    • Nida S. · May 26, 2015

      Just struggling and finding the way, hoping they turn out OK :). That’s all parents can do really.


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