Me: “Baba, I am tired”, I would say to my father when I was a school girl.
He: “What is your age? And you are tired…” He would say.
Me: “Yes Baba, I am tired.”
He: “Are you happily tired?”
Me: “Yes, I think so.”
He: “Excellent. Let us read one more science chapter. You must write an essay too.”
i would then bite my own words and get into action.
He died four year ago. Just tired. Not happily tired. Clinical depression had made him very tired.
I want to live. Die. Happily tired. Inshallah.