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A Plastic Bag

We all hold treasured childhood Eid memories of new clothes, family gatherings, food, presents and Eid money, oh how we all looked forward to our Eid money. But even as children some of us harbor memories that have helped our evolution into adulthood.


Mum & Dad would wake me and my brothers up nice and early, our clothes would be ironed and ready the night before and we all already knew our schedule for bathroom, mine included the ritual of using copious amounts of Bryclream to get my hair looking exactly right. Dad would always be prepared, and the one thing he would make sure we had was enough plastic bags to put our shoes if when we got to the Mosque, but I also made sure we carried a couple of extra ones, normally one of them firmly clasped in my hands!


Once parked up we would normally have a short walk to the Mosque, a walk normally filled with my Dad greeting people he knew whilst directing us, a proud father with his four sons in tow, obviously me being the most handsome.


It was always after Eid prayers, normally walking back to the car, usually when the crowds of people would be all rushing past us, that’s when it struck, that’s when I needed that extra humble plastic bag, all that anxiety building up over the previous few days, all those people… bang… that is when I keel over and would vomit!


Children today face more struggles then we ever did, as a early teen all I wanted was a Chopper bicycle whereas today our kids face social expectation pressure to have the latest phones, designer clothing, eat at the latest trendy burger joint, look perfect, live in fashionable areas and be driven around in anything but a Pajero!


As parents can we honestly say we recognise simple warning signs that our kids may be struggling, or do we need to train our maids, drivers and cooks to notice these things, maybe they know our kids better than we do and if that is true then something is very wrong!


My parents knew, they never actually said anything but they helped me combat my social anxiety by allowing me to do things they knew would help me grow in confidence. They supported virtually every decision I made including leaving school, returning to education, setting up my own business, being a DJ, joining the Police.. God bless my parents, they built an invisible foundation that allowed me to be who I am today.


Sometimes we have all portrayed a public image that doesn’t truly reflect who we truly are, but then again some of us learn from our childhood experiences to become stronger, more confident and rounded adults, that is exactly what I did.


I went from a well-hidden shy individual to who I am today, the obnoxious, narcissist, anti-vegan, anti-bullshit normal guy, sat at his desk writing this shite!


"if it doesn't challenge you, it won't change you"


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