Most days, I pick up my daughter and one of her friends from school. They study in the same class and live in the same apartment complex. I have started enjoying this little routine quite a lot. I actually look forward to picking them up. The ride back home is always interesting. They keep talking

It has been quite some time since I last wrote for The Inner Mind. Recently, I attended my daughter’s parent-teacher meeting after her half-yearly examinations. During our conversation, the teacher shared some very positive feedback about her, which made me happy as a parent. But what surprised me most was her reaction when she learned

When we visited Zurich, we had specially kept the Lindt Lindor Chocolate Museum for our five-year-old daughter. She was extremely excited about the visit. We knew she would love it—after all, chocolates are a favourite for most children. But what I remember most is not the chocolate itself. I remember watching her expressions. She never

At the very beginning of this year, my daughter and I made a small promise to each other. She wanted me to learn how to drive a car. It may sound like a simple wish, but for me, it was something that had been pending for a very long time. I started riding a bike

During one of our vacations, we travelled to Lauterbrunnen in Switzerland. It was a long journey. We travelled from Zurich to Interlaken and then continued to Lauterbrunnen, excited to see the valley we had heard so much about. When we finally arrived, it was everything people had described. Towering cliffs. Green meadows. Waterfalls flowing down

Like every parent, I love sharing the beautiful memories of my daughter’s childhood. But childhood is not made up only of perfect moments. Children make mistakes. They argue. They get upset. Sometimes they even misbehave. One day, during playtime, my daughter had a disagreement with another child. As parents, we naturally stepped in. From where

Holding On Together Last summer, during our vacation, we visited Disneyland. Like most parents, we were excited because we knew how much our daughter would enjoy the experience. But somewhere along the way, something unexpected happened. As we explored the park together, we slowly forgot that we were adults. We laughed, enjoyed the rides, and

When our daughter was four years old, we were living in Frankfurt. Every day, she would watch children riding their bicycles with joy and confidence. Some of them were even younger than she was. It wasn’t long before she looked at me and said, “Baba, I want to learn too.” There was no hesitation in

One of the most beautiful lessons I have learned did not come from a book, a classroom, or even from an adult. It came from watching two young children become friends. When we moved to Frankfurt, Germany, our daughter found herself in a completely new world. There was a new country, a new culture, and