My sweet little boy...what joy daddy had Saturday and Sunday evening with you on the seawall. Watching you pulling and tugging and even "rowing" your kite was balm for daddy's soul. I was happy that you made your kite with your friend...that's the joy, to do things from scratch. Rather than just buy a ready-made kite. Your excitement (and learning) made me extremely happy. It's a pity that some "Muslims" think an innocent sport like kite-flying is "haraam." PITY. I saw God smiling at your joy. Saturday evening was just so beautiful. The dense clouds covered the sun so it made for easy viewing of the kite "lashing" (as you put it) in the sky. Daddy loves the word "dancing." God it was beautiful, and the waves were caressing the seawall. And the wind was blowing (not to a fury, haha) but strong enough to take the kites easily skywards. What then about Sunday evening...could it have been better. Well...it was cloudless and the sun was that shining disc...but gorgeous it was again for kite-flying. And when it was about to set it was so picturesque. STUNNING. My little 7-year old energetic son...daddy won't have missed that for anything.
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