My father was a great fan of Urdu poetry. He had collections of Mirza Ghalib, Allama Iqbal, and many other Urdu poets. There was a couplet he was very fond to reciting to us when we asked for something that was out of his purchasing power;
hazaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
buhat niklay mery arman lekin phir bhi kam niklay
(ہَزاروں خَواہشیں ایسی کہ ہر خَواہش پہ دَم نکِلے
بُہت نکِلے میرے اَرمان لیکن پھر بھی کم نکِلے)
Roughly translated/ paraphrased, it goes like this;
In life there are thousands of desires, each demanding a sacrifice
Many of my wishes were fulfilled, yet too many left unfulfilled
At first, he had to explain the meaning of these lines to us and later whenever we made an outrageous request, he would recite only the first line and we got the message.
All his life, he was in government service and had a lot of power during his tenure, but being scrupulously honest we had a very simple lifestyle. We never went without necessities but had very few luxuries. But he taught us that honesty was way more important than having material things.
Written for Linda’s SoCS- A phrase I grew up with.
Your prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “a phrase you grew up with.” Include in your post a phrase your mom/dad/grandparent/sibling used all the time when you were growing up, or just write whatever inspires you based on that phrase. Enjoy!