MY SON AKASH WANI

My Son A body of few days, I left back in Kashmir I missed him a lot, especially due to a well known but I'll skilled doctor of sopore a wealthy lady now has been instrumental in loss of my elder son Jameel in infancy, who know she may wash my sins in heaven. So one can under stand my worry to leave a boy in the hands of like, thank God THE BOY OF 4 DAYS MET ME AS a boy of 8 months, yes met me an Frankfort in Germany. He was not able to speak but used to laugh. Ah the first single he threw a in depth smile on me. As if he recognized me as his father and jumped in my arms. In the train, which we boarded upto Hanover, he was all full of fund and playing with me. I saw him an intelligent guy the day he met me. With his birth a new chapter in my life came to be seen. Till long time, I was not able to keep his name, so in our first passport, I kept his name as Akash, so he was known as Akash Wani, we still call him as Akashmat home. He too is know by this name throughout my close relations and acquaintances.

He was very beautiful as a body. Pretty, active and very accommodative. He was really brought with a golden spoon in his mouth. He was always provided good food, good care and excellent clothes. He hardly could remember a day when he was not loved and cherished. As a young body in Germany, his mother used to dress him in a firok. A girls dress. I was puzzled why she wears him girl dresses. Much later I knew she did it to keep him away from bad omens. He was an excellent healthy and beautiful boy till 1987 or even later. He was born in late 1981. He used to play in Germany with little boys, he could hardly speak. He stood to work much earlier. If I remember, he started working around 6 months age. I saw him at 8 month walking of his own. He was always fearless. I remembers, my daughter, paras, used to be very timid, she was fearful of any little mosquitoes. Once, we heard her crying on the stairs in Germany. When I went to see what happened a little mosquito size aunt or some insect was there on the staircase. Paras was fearful, but Akash was picking him up in his tiny fingers. He was a happy guy. He could but always be aruel to paras, he was scratching her face with his long nails.