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<p style="text-align: center" data-start="0" data-end="76">You complain that I have forgotten —<br data-start="35" data-end="38" />The pledge of love was once made with you.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="78" data-end="427">Those lovely days of closeness, those tender nights…<br data-start="130" data-end="133" />moonlight wrapped around a tree,<br data-start="165" data-end="168" />a damp-breathed breeze, and the fragrance of flowers,<br data-start="221" data-end="224" />tight buds snapping open, the urgings of passion-filled desire,<br data-start="287" data-end="290" />and—behind a veil of coyness—someone’s confession—<br data-start="340" data-end="343" />where the lamp of love kept burning,<br data-start="379" data-end="382" />It&#8217;s a light calling us toward our destination.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="429" data-end="516">We were travelers of that priceless love.<br data-start="470" data-end="473" />But the winds of the world did not suit us.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="518" data-end="699">In the desert of love, it was you who showed the path.<br data-start="572" data-end="575" />And in hints, you even pointed out the goal.<br data-start="619" data-end="622" />Alas, you forgot your own lesson—<br data-start="655" data-end="658" />Your road grew new, your destination new.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="701" data-end="992">I wandered, scorched, through deserts,<br data-start="739" data-end="742" />A traveler is fixed on a single direction towards the goal.<br data-start="800" data-end="803" />Days and nights kept passing;<br data-start="832" data-end="835" />Then a morning began to dawn:<br data-start="864" data-end="867" />An innocent soul was wandering too, like me, along the roads.<br data-start="928" data-end="931" />She, too, was seeking a destination—so I took her as a guide.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="994" data-end="1161">It was you who broke the vow of faithful love.<br data-start="1040" data-end="1043" />chose a new path and marked a new destination.<br data-start="1089" data-end="1092" />I kept roaming like a lonely traveler &#8211; yet you say I have forgotten!</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="1163" data-end="1446">Those beautiful days of nearness, those gentle nights—<br data-start="1217" data-end="1220" />I can never forget those moments: hours in which a glimmer of love remains,<br data-start="1297" data-end="1300" />In which even today the scent of your breath remains.<br data-start="1353" data-end="1356" />In my chest, they still shine like a lamp—<br data-start="1398" data-end="1401" />those words of yours, those meetings of ours.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="1448" data-end="1511">You had told me: if ever I make a vow, I must keep it for life.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="1513" data-end="1737">She too took me for a guide on the way.<br data-start="1552" data-end="1555" />Thus, both of us found a support to live by,<br data-start="1599" data-end="1602" />And the broken little boat at last reached the shore.<br data-start="1655" data-end="1658" />With her, I made a new oath and pledge—<br data-start="1697" data-end="1700" />She who gave me a new desire to live.</p> 
<p style="text-align: center" data-start="1739" data-end="1878" data-is-last-node="" data-is-only-node="">And you say I should shatter this vow like glass?<br data-start="1788" data-end="1791" />How could I trample an innocent underfoot?<br data-start="1833" data-end="1836" />How could I forget your pure lesson today?</p> 
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<p data-start="76" data-end="528"><strong data-start="76" data-end="101">Interpretation &#8211;</strong></p> 
<p data-start="76" data-end="528"><strong data-start="417" data-end="428">Themes:</strong> Fidelity over longing; responsibility and blame; irony (her teaching binds him to another); compassion bounded by principle.</p> 
<p data-start="76" data-end="528"><strong data-start="739" data-end="752">Takeaway:</strong> Honor the present promise; let memory be tender, not sovereign.</p> 
<p style="padding-left: 280px;text-align: left"><a href="https://yourquietsip.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_6622-e1758224126278.jpg" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img data-attachment-id="20102" data-permalink="https://yourquietsip.com/from-moms-diary/vow-of-fidelity/img_6622/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/yourquietsip.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_6622-e1758224126278.jpg?fit=1788%2C2863&;ssl=1" data-orig-size="1788,2863" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{";aperture";:";0";,";credit";:";";,";camera";:";";,";caption";:";";,";created_timestamp";:";0";,";copyright";:";";,";focal_length";:";0";,";iso";:";0";,";shutter_speed";:";0";,";title";:";";,";orientation";:";0";}" data-image-title="IMG_6622" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/yourquietsip.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_6622-e1758224126278.jpg?fit=640%2C1024&;ssl=1" class="wp-image-20102 size-medium alignleft" src="https://yourquietsip.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/IMG_6622-e1758224126278-187x300.jpg" alt="My mother, Dr. Kahkashan Parween, is a teacher by calling and a writer at heart. She studied Urdu—the gentle, generous language she loved - and carried its grace into her life: soft-spoken, clear-minded, and unfailingly kind. She lived for people, helped wherever she could, and held on to memories the way others hold on to keepsakes. 
 
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