The Pencil and The Eraser

Read this story on Twitter last night and I find it touching.

A conversation between a pencil and an eraser:

PENCIL: “I’m sorry.”

ERASER: “For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

PENCIL: “I’m sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it.”

PENCIL: “But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.”

ERASER: “That’s true. But I don’t really mind.”

ERASER: “You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong.”

ERASER: “Even though one day, I know I’ll be gone and you’ll replace me with a new one, I’m actually happy with my job.”

ERASER: “So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.”

I found this conversation between the pencil and eraser inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. 

Sometimes along the way, they get hurt and become smaller/ older and eventually pass on. Though their children will find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children. They will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

All my life, I’ve been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one-day, all that I will be left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.

Once a person asked the Prophet s.a.w.: “Who deserves the best care from me?”

The Prophet s.a.w. replied: “Your mother, your mother, your mother, and then your father…” (Al-Bukhari and Muslim).

THE END

Quoted directly from Islamic Thoughts (@IslamicThinking on Twitter). Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share it on my blog. I'll make sure that this post will remind me to take time to show my love and appreciation to my parents. 

Happy reading peeps!

xo Mrs Fashionista