PENCIL
I’m sorry
ERASER
For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
PENCIL
I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
ERASER
That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I’ve been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I will be left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
Once a person asked the Prophet:
“Who deserves the best care from Me?”
The Prophet replied:
“Your Mother, Your Mother, Your Mother, and then your Father..”
(Al-Bukhari and Muslim)
My note: It was hard to me read this story Today. Last year on this Day my father passed. One of my "Erasers" gone. But still, I should be more stronger as though, I am an "Eraser" myself and the "Pencil" at the same time. Alhamdulillah I have my Mom. I wish she could stay more, and for that we are (her children ) should try to note make her "Erase" after us too much....
I’m sorry
ERASER
For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
PENCIL
I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
ERASER
That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I’ve been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I will be left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
Once a person asked the Prophet:
“Who deserves the best care from Me?”
The Prophet replied:
“Your Mother, Your Mother, Your Mother, and then your Father..”
(Al-Bukhari and Muslim)
My note: It was hard to me read this story Today. Last year on this Day my father passed. One of my "Erasers" gone. But still, I should be more stronger as though, I am an "Eraser" myself and the "Pencil" at the same time. Alhamdulillah I have my Mom. I wish she could stay more, and for that we are (her children ) should try to note make her "Erase" after us too much....
