He is a supervisor of my heart..

In the mid-nineties, I was working temporarily for a good and successful businessman. Whenever he came to work in Cairo with his private driver, he would call his three children in the university cities from the luxury car’s phone, at the floor supervisor, and talk to them cheerfully. And love and amazing smart wit, and when I knew that we would meet them in a luxurious restaurant at the end of the day, I asked him: Why do you bother and meet them at night? He said this is a daily appointment to talk to them on the phone, and I will not give up an opportunity to communicate with my children. It is their right, otherwise I will feel guilty. I asked him: Do you know the supervisor previously? He said: No, but I got to know him and he comes to eat with my children sometimes, and I send him simple gifts. Because he bears the responsibility of supervising my heart.. A son said to his father: Remember, father, when we were young? Before there was a mobile phone and the Internet, you would send us a cassette tape of your voice whenever a friend came on vacation from Medina to Cairo. We, my mother, my grandfather, and my grandmother would gather around the cassette player. You would begin the tape by hearing verses from the memorization of your sheikh, uncle Sheikh Fathi Ramadan. - May God preserve him - References to the Noble Qur’an in King Fahd Press and the teacher in the Prophet’s Mosque.. Then you talk to my grandfather and grandmother, then to my mother, then to us one by one.. Then you tell us your conditions, some meaningful stories, and some funny stories.. My grandfather, my grandmother, and my mother were crying, then They laughed, then they cried, then they whispered prayers and praise, and we cried and laughed with them and believed in their prayers at the same time. We would listen to the tape every day without getting bored and would not leave it until the new tape came to us. These messages were not only a beacon that showed us the way, but they were a dose of warmth and ink. Life.. Every message was a journey into the depth of love, happiness, and beauty.. Our beginning was with you and our happiness was with you, my beautiful father.. My friend was Dr. Mustafa Adel - may God have mercy on him - is retired, and he was helping me manage an educational project. He would call his wife and children before prayer, speaking to them with kindness, love, and gentleness, and reminding them of prayer, with a smile on his white face and his beautiful white beard, in a bright painting of faith... In a call via Messenger, the twenty-year-old engineer son spoke with His father is traveling outside the country to provide a living... The son said, “By God, the greatest blessing in life is your presence in our lives, Father. You made sure that we all memorized the Qur’an and that we all entered the schools of Al-Azhar Al-Sharif and that we moved from a poor rural area to the most luxurious neighborhoods of the capital. You chose qualified teachers for us to help us, and you personally supervised us in our schools and in the club, and you taught us a beautiful way to make our friends, and you prevented from us every hurtful and harmful person, and every bad company, and every waste of time, and you left for us in our house a huge library to which we would escape when we felt bored, and even after you, you were always careful. A day to check on us... I know a father who now calls his children and grandchildren every day for more than two hours via Messenger. He listens to them and gives them lessons and lectures. He asks the grandchildren the same questions he used to ask his children, and tells them the same stories, the same jokes, and the same way. He was surprised that his children... They told the grandchildren about the grandfather’s skills, so there was more interaction... Unfortunately, you find a father sitting with his children and he is busy communicating and chatting with his friends, wasting important time. He is a failure, a destroyer, and a criminal. The father who has a wife and one child feels empty, bored, and distressed. He flees to a café or to a chat room, abandoning the subjects whom God asks him about. In one of the training courses for workers in one of the major companies, and in the office of the large company owner, which is crowded with the company’s managers. And some of his loud voice interrupted the side talk, grunts, and laughter, and in a quick and decisive way, without any introductions, he said to me: I want you to make my son love me and call me, I love you, Dad.. I want him to call me and say: I miss you, Dad.. I asked him spontaneously, and do you tell him that? ? He said in the manner of a commanding and forbidding manager and with sternness: Does he doubt my love for him?! ...I told him calmly and with a confident, controlled smile, yes, he needs that... and she added: Yes, I know that you love him, that you work hard for him, fear for him, and stand by him, but that is not enough and has no importance to some people if you do not tell him, “I love you, my son” every once in a while. ...to contact him, but do not inform him of your strict orders and harsh prohibitions.. Tell him how much I miss you, my son.. Sit next to him, and place your hand on his shoulder tenderly. Pass your fingers through his hair and say to him: Do you need something from me, my son? (The director’s hand was moving spontaneously for a young man.) A man in his twenties next to him had the same features as him, and he put his hand on his shoulder and ran it through his hair. The young man shouted as he walked away a little, saying: I wish the fathers understood that. The young man straightened up, wanting me to go on, so I stopped to understand what was happening.... However, I find that the failure of the children is primarily due to the failure of the father in education. If he understands the meaning of education at all... Idiot fathers think that raising the children falls on the mother, because he is busy all day long with earning a living, which has become a path of jihad in light of the deteriorating economic conditions bordering on extreme poverty... Yes, the beautiful dream that Every father experiences it by seeing his children in the best condition, and that they are a beautiful plant, and at the pinnacle of scientific, moral, and physical perfection. However, things are not wishful thinking. There must be effort, fatigue, and bearing responsibility. “For each of you is a shepherd and each of you is responsible for his flock,” and the Lord Almighty says: “ O you who have believed, protect yourselves and your families from the Fire” (Al-Tahrim: 6) A tribute of pride and appreciation to the parents who succeeded in raising their children and preserving their homes, and preventing them from all harmful and negative things.. Another greeting to those who took the reasons and tried but found their children difficult.. and as In our opinion, there is no excuse at all for parents, no matter how busy they are or how far apart the distances are between them and the hearts of their hearts. Written on the car