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Saad Jamshaid PE
Saad Jamshaid PE
Saad Jamshaid PE
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As a child of a dedicated officer in the Pakistan Army, my early years were marked by a
nomadic existence, characterized by frequent relocations and separations. Yet, during a particular
four-year period, our family encountered a profound crucible of trials, a chapter defined by a
convergence of personal upheavals, and social disconnections. At the age of eleven, the tremors
of change shook the foundations of our family's life, when my father was forcefully relocated to
Rawalpindi while we remained nestled in the familiar embrace of Lahore, under the watchful
care of our grandparents.
Furthermore, our extended family acted as a corrosive acid, further eating away at our
troubles. Rather than offering solace or support, they became unwitting antagonists in our
struggle, their judgmental attitudes serving only to exacerbate our sense of isolation and
alienation. There had started to exist a false narrative that us three siblings, were fatherless
children mothered by someone incapable of dealing with her emotions. Everyone believed that
we were in desperate need of their help and that they could be the saviors we did not know were
needed. All the males lined up to teach my brother and me how one can be a man, the women
were busy pitying my mother and gossiping about all the ways they were superior. We were able
to see through this pathetic charade whose only objective was to serve as a reminder of the
complexities my parents were having and how one could perceive them as incapable of raising
three children. They might have been right as children can easily be blinded by love for their
parents, but they were wrong in assuming they could ever replace them. This significantly
contributed to my disgust for some of my relatives as interacting with them only reminds me of
the venom they spewed during this dark period.
As the years passed and the trials multiplied, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind
of conflicting emotions. Anger and resentment vied for dominance within my heart, threatening
to consume me in their fiery embrace. Yet, time proved to be a healer, offering not just solace
but also a broader perspective and a glimmer of hope that all trials will end. These desperate
times imparted valuable lessons on the significance our decisions and actions can have on our
loved ones. Observing my parents taught me valuable lessons about what to avoid in life and
how circumstances may be beyond our control but our reactions to them will shape our path
forward.
In retrospect, I look back at the joy my father’s retirement brought me at the end of these
grueling four years. We were once again headed for tough times. The challenges we faced
afterward were greater but as our family was whole, that did not matter as having each other was
the one thing we craved for the longest time. I now look at our family with immense love and
pride as these tiring times formed an eternal bond and now, we are willing to do whatever it
takes to preserve it.