Story of Issac

You who build these altars now

to sacrifice these children,

you must not do it anymore.

A scheme is not a vision

and you never have been tempted

by a demon or a god.


Maybe your child never was meant to be an engineer, or a doctor, or a lawyer. Maybe he would have been happier off as a chef.

Your schemes have ruined him.

He must be everything you failed to be, but wanted badly.  He will fail. You will resent him. And he will resent you more.

Why sacrifice your child on the altar of your expectations? What gives you the right?

See the thousands of unhappy souls unfit for employment in the fields they have chosen? You did this. How plaintive your justification! They resent you. They resent themselves (what are they but your clay figurines?). They resent their peers. They resent their spouses. And they will resent their children as they raise them and sacrificed them on the same altar (magnified) of expectations.

Not all birds are nightingales. Would you teach a peacock to sing? Would you call it worthless and a failure because you cannot teach it to sing?

Issac was a little boy. His father took him up a mountain (had a dream which he called a vision from God) and built an altar. He laid the boy prone for sacrifice.

Expectations. Whose?

Your worth is not shown by sacrificing your children to a society’s expectations.

I knew a boy called Sibelius. There was great parental pressure on him to enter the military service. Sibelius loathed it. He applied to doctoral programs in secret and got admitted to every program he applied to. There was resentment. There was unspoken accusation. Why? Why didn’t you do what I asked you to? Why didn’t you acknowledge my right to choose your path for you? Why didn’t you let me live your life for you?

The boy grew up. Now I know a man called Sibelius. I am glad he was not another Issac in a long list of Issacs sacrificed to parental whims. Sibelius goes where he wants to be.

In every child out there, I see my Sibelius. Some are lucky. Some aren’t.

Let the Issacs be.


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