A Fazili, or Perhaps a Fazli |
People often knew my grandfather as an intellectual, a man of books, ideas, and deep thought. To many, he was respected for his knowledge and wisdom. But to me, he was something much simpler and much greater: my friend.We always had an ongoing debate about whether our name was “Fazili” or the older “Fazli.” My grandfather never agreed on “Fazili”. He once told me that the Fazili’s were born from a man who left his home in search of God, and that journey created a lineage of thinkers and seekers of knowledge. He believed deeply in books, learning, and reflection. He could finish a book in days. I always admired that about him, even though I could never quite inherit the same discipline myself.
What I inherited instead were his memories, his humor, and perhaps a small piece of his spirit.
He loved home........