Discipline

When I was a little child, my father was a hard man. He is still hard but I also. When everybody is fucking bad, i can't say for now that my father is a hard man, I have only my father and mother. My mother is an angel. My father loves me.

When I was a little child; my father force me to know how to take abdest. Every muslim guy have to know how to make it. Of course! He was right, I have to know it. But Unluckily, I always forgot it at that times. It's just couple of place to wash in your body. I was afraid to couldn't make it. I didn't know why he was angry when he was telling me.

One day, I woke up, I was knowing that we'll go to mosque to pray. So I was needed to take abdest. In the morning, I called my grandmother, and she told me the way again. I wrote it to paper. Then me and my father took it together. But that day, he was not angry and I did it correct. Then after He never say something when I am making it. Never check me.

I call it discipline. And I like it. I need that anger now. But unfortunately, I grew up and my father is not with me now.