Abbas Faruqi

Another 1 year expired post.

Moments after our son was born, the staff nurse held him up and pronounced the birth time. With his healthy cries ringing in my ears, I reached out and the nurse placed him in my arms. I cooed my heart swelling with tenderness as I watched them. Unlike his sisters, we only get know his gender after the birth. The scans before were uncertain due to the infant’s position.

“Our generation needs a heroic figure like Umar Al-Khattab. If I’m not, my son is the one!” I once said.

Umar was the name I always wanted to give to my son. Maybe it was drove by my name, Faruq (the kuniyah given to Umar al-Khattab), so I can perfectly fit his name before mine like ‘Umar al-Faruq’. I in fact, have Ozil, Uzzil, and few names in my list. But we never know, all written in ‘Lauh Mahfuz’ beforehand; within a week, I named our first prince as ABBAS.

I wasn’t fascinated by the meaning of the name literally but the history of the Prophet’s uncle, Abbas ibn Ali. There’s Arabian tribe named as Bani Abbasiyah as a remembrance and tribute upon him. The rest of the story, I’d let Google/ YouTube to do their jobs. Because I believed, my Abbas is gonna has his own story.

Fast forward 7 months old:

Abbas finally able to sit unsupported and learnt how to pivot to reach desired objects while sitting. (7+ months old).