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So I will be sharing a few of my earliest memories, in the form of a list.
- I guess this is the earliest memory I have as far as I can trust my memory. Once we were in our village, I was maybe four or five years old, I was running after my father as I love my father very much. Due to an attachment to my father, I used to go wherever he goes. We came out of the house. My father told me to stay there and that he will be back in a while. I trusted him, and sat there and started waiting for him. He becomes out of my sight. I waited for him too long, but he didn’t come back. Later I told him that he has gone on an important task.
- I once told my father at home, why don’t you pick me up from school? And the next day, someone pushed my school bag into the backward position. When I looked back, It was my father who was there to pick me up on his motorcycle.
- When my youngest brother was born, my mother gave me some sweets to distribute among the neighbors. When I went to one of our neighbors, their mother told me “What is the reason for these sweets?”. Her son was also standing there. I was feeling so shy that I told her to ask him to go and then I will tell her. And when he was gone, I told her that Allah has blessed us with a brother. And she congratulated me.