It was 2am. Waseem was busy scouring the internet looking at accomodation, schools and transport in Canada. It was 2am and he had an early morning with Hasana, but that didn’t deter him. Once he started researching, he couldn’t stop.
He was fascinated by what he found and as he read more and more, his desire to move increased. Here was his big opportunity to give Hasana a better quality of life, a better education and a life changing experience but he knew it would come at a cost.
For starters, it would be hard work. Not having his parents around, Waseem would have to assume the full responsibility of a single parent and he didn’t know if he had it in him. He had been blessed with the help of his mother, but that also meant that he didn’t know what it felt like to truly be a single parent.
The next big obstacle was Hasana herself. What if they moved to Canada and she hated it there? What if she hated being away from family? Waseem was all too familiar with being away from home, as he travelled constantly, but for Hasana that would be an entirely different story.
Her whole life was centred around her grandparents. Her weekends were filled with adventures with her neighbours and cousins. Hasana was a part of a tight knit community and Waseem didn’t know if he had the heart to pull her out of it.
But he knew he wouldn’t go alone. He wanted his daughter by his side. If he took up this new job, he wanted to experience it with Hasana. Leaving her behind was out of the question. So after hours of internet research, Waseem gave in and shut off his laptop. He was no closer to reaching a decision and his deadline to give an answer was fast approaching. In an attempt to sleep, he shut his eyes but tossed and turned until daylight broke and it was 7am.
Like clockwork, his daughter pounded on his door.
“Daddy, are you awake?” Hasana’s voice screamed through the door.
Waseem let out a loud grumble which only prompted his daughter to walk into his room.
“We can’t be late! My teacher said we have to be there at 7:30!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.” Waseem said as he dragged his body out of bed and into the shower. He had volunteered as one of the parents to chaperone the children on their field trip to Mini Town.
The fact that Mini Town was still up and running was news to Waseem. He thought that after all these years it would have shut down, but he was wrong and soon he was flooded with nostalgic childhood feelings, as he and a loud giggly group of children stood in front of Mini Town.
“I haven’t been here in years.” Waseem said to himself, but the class teacher overheard.
“Feeling youthful are we?” She asked with a smile.
“Oh yeah, my inner child is screaming with excitement.”
Together, Waseem and the class teacher ushered the children into Mini Town one by one. They were a lively but well behaved class. Waseem watched as his daughter ran around with her group of friends. He wished he knew more about her school life, but he could never seem to keep up with who was who in the zoo.
Maybe I should invite all her friends home for a party, Waseem thought to himself as he took a slow stroll through Mini Town.
He was amazed at how much he remembered about the place, but equally at how much he had forgotten. He was snapped out of his daydream by Hasana who was tugging at his sleeve.
“Daddy, I have a question.”
“Sure, sweetheart. What is it?”
“Did you and Mummy ever come to Mini Town?”
As always, her question was honest and pure. Waseem knew for a fact that he and Aasia never went to Mini Town, and he doubted that her parents brought her here either, but that didn’t stop him from making his daughter happy.
“Well, we never came here together but maybe when she was younger, your Nanee and Nana might have brought her to Mini Town. And they would have had a picnic and looked at all the small buildings and small cars.”
Hasana smiled and looked around. “Do you think she would have liked it here?”
Waseem let out a soft laugh. “Oh trust me, your mother would have loved Mini Town! She would have absolutely loved it.”
The field trip carried on without a glitch and when it was time to go, everyone boarded the school bus and made their way back to school. Hasana sat next to Waseem on the way back, looping her hand through his.
“Today was fun Daddy. Thank you for coming.”
Waseem kissed the top of his daughter’s head, and just because he felt like it, he kissed her again. In that moment he didn’t care whether he was in South Africa or Canada. He wanted more moments like this. He wanted to be there for Hasana come rain or sunshine. He might have had doubts before about his ability to be a single parent, but not anymore.
He wanted to be the best single father there ever was and he would do whatever it took.
Lets skip the part where you guys are mad at me for not writing for so long and lets just fast forward to me hoping that you all like this post!
(On a serious note, sorry for the month-long wait.)
Happy Friday Yall!
Have a great weekend!
P.S. You know you’re really missing home when you write a post about Mini Town. I went there over the summer and Waseem was literally me! Nostalgic childhood feelings…