Being Someone’s Shelter
Translated from the original Persian post. Images, if present, are from that post or thread.
All my life I turned to a friend, to my mother, to my father, asking them to be my shelter, to stay beside me.
Now that I am a father myself, someone to lean on, I understand how my father must have felt. I wish I had told him, “I’m your shelter. I’m here for you, my friend.”
Today I tell my daughter, “Be my shelter. Be my strength. Be here, so I can be here too.
“Keep breathing, so I can be here.
“Be free, so I will know that who I was and what I did were worth it…”