Baba’s Eulogy
Good evening ladies and gentleman, thank you for joining me in commemorating, mourning, and celebrating the death of my father today. It is no surprise that so many of you are here right now as it’s Baba’s selfless love and righteous behaviour that has left an impact on us. Even being deceased, Baba has the ability to unite people.
You see, I had a lot of trouble trying to write this eulogy. These troubles consisting of the typical reactions in experiencing a loss - from my inability to fully accept his death, the loneliness that encompasses a mournful event, and the absolute disconnect one feels when your parent dies. It’s a disconnect from your surroundings as your body and your mind become two distinct parties and funny …show more content…
Despite a few of my personal differences with Baba whilst growing up, he still always looked out for me. And arguably, he really didn’t have to. I mean, he was always incredibly busy with his undeniably successful career and notable social life. Yet, I got to see an exclusive and different side of Baba, an intimate and innate fraction of Baba’s character that authentically displays his level of selfless love for me and several other people. I say this because he was initially just like any other dad, who is emotionally distant, cold, and inexpressive. However, I saw this amazing transformation once we moved to America. This transition came after very high points and very dark low points of his journey in moving to America. More specifically, “For me, America was a place to bury my memories. For Baba, a place to mourn his” (136). The decision to move to America took such an immense toll on Baba. In Kabul, he was a known and wealthy man. In America, he essentially became a nobody. No one appreciated, let alone recognized Baba’s educational background or his social status. Despite the declines in Baba’s life that one may notice upon first glance, this led to Baba and I’s modest lifestyle. My father continued to live with his head held high, determination on his sleeve, and he built his own version of the American dream. Our American dream, where safety was respectably always granted, a place where our relationship grew fonder, and a place where he could watch his son follow his dreams free of limitations or injustices. We matured together through this process as I finally acknowledged the amount of sacrifices Baba took for me; a man who sacrificed his thriving and promising life for someone who didn’t fulfill his ideal manly standards - I mean, I thought he hated me when I was a child! And that’s the thing, Baba was a man of integrity because he was an individual who rights his wrongs, he was a generous man, but
Good evening ladies and gentleman, thank you for joining me in commemorating, mourning, and celebrating the death of my father today. It is no surprise that so many of you are here right now as it’s Baba’s selfless love and righteous behaviour that has left an impact on us. Even being deceased, Baba has the ability to unite people.
You see, I had a lot of trouble trying to write this eulogy. These troubles consisting of the typical reactions in experiencing a loss - from my inability to fully accept his death, the loneliness that encompasses a mournful event, and the absolute disconnect one feels when your parent dies. It’s a disconnect from your surroundings as your body and your mind become two distinct parties and funny …show more content…
Despite a few of my personal differences with Baba whilst growing up, he still always looked out for me. And arguably, he really didn’t have to. I mean, he was always incredibly busy with his undeniably successful career and notable social life. Yet, I got to see an exclusive and different side of Baba, an intimate and innate fraction of Baba’s character that authentically displays his level of selfless love for me and several other people. I say this because he was initially just like any other dad, who is emotionally distant, cold, and inexpressive. However, I saw this amazing transformation once we moved to America. This transition came after very high points and very dark low points of his journey in moving to America. More specifically, “For me, America was a place to bury my memories. For Baba, a place to mourn his” (136). The decision to move to America took such an immense toll on Baba. In Kabul, he was a known and wealthy man. In America, he essentially became a nobody. No one appreciated, let alone recognized Baba’s educational background or his social status. Despite the declines in Baba’s life that one may notice upon first glance, this led to Baba and I’s modest lifestyle. My father continued to live with his head held high, determination on his sleeve, and he built his own version of the American dream. Our American dream, where safety was respectably always granted, a place where our relationship grew fonder, and a place where he could watch his son follow his dreams free of limitations or injustices. We matured together through this process as I finally acknowledged the amount of sacrifices Baba took for me; a man who sacrificed his thriving and promising life for someone who didn’t fulfill his ideal manly standards - I mean, I thought he hated me when I was a child! And that’s the thing, Baba was a man of integrity because he was an individual who rights his wrongs, he was a generous man, but