GOD........Parents.........What's the difference?

I mean really. Except for the fact that we don't "see" God everyday, I don't see the point. For a child,(maybe not after we grow up)parents do no less than God and childhood is when we really need (God)parents.
The Quran says: "He is God, the One other than Whom there is no god, the knower of the hidden and the manifest, the Compassionate, the Merciful. He is God, the One other than Whom there is no god, the Commander, the All-powerful, Pure and Without Defect, the Bestower of Safety, the Protector, the Precious, the Mighty, the Sublime, the Most Elevated. Exempt and purified be He from the partners which they ascribe to Him."(59:22-23) and to a child parents are like that.
It's our parents who are the providers and the protectors of our lives when we are young. They love us as much as God (and if it were possible,even more) and if God is the most merciful, so are they to us. All these years when we are growing up,they ignore our mistakes and shortcomings without so much as noticing.They accept and love us with all our flaws, unbiased, unprejudiced. If we go astray, they show us the right path instead of hating us for our flaws. Isn't that what God would do?
And Mothers, no one (probably not even God) loves like a mother. It's the purest, noblest kind of love. It is irrational and selfless and it's beautiful when you feel it, when you are touched by it.
So it's not that hard to understand that God made parents for a reason. To do "God's work". To give us the love we deserve. To take care of us. And if anyone has words like "where is God?" or "God isn't fair!", think again buddy, he gave us all parents we probably don't need God till we have them (On second thoughts we do need God too but..... whatever!).

Childhood memories.

A lot more than just sometimes, I wish I had never grown up.
I miss my childhood, I miss being cared for. I miss the way people would forgive my mistakes but most of all I miss the sincere(i mean they were very very real)pleasures I used to derive from the smallest things.
My mother tells me a few stories about my childhood. There was once a birthday party in the house opposite mine. I was a kid and therefore wanted to go there but mom tells me that I wasn't invited and therefore couldn't go.This was unacceptable. So I go to that house and start shouting "Pandit ji Pandit ji humko bhi bulaa lijiye humko bhi party me aana hai".
I used to eat the plaster off walls as a kid and mom was so irritated with this habit of mine that she decided to teach me a lesson.So she gives me a whole plate of cement plaster and dirt and says "this is what you get for dinner". very coolly I start eating
that. I guess I didn't really get sarcasm back then.
It is these things that I miss the most.Childhood I guess really is an amazing time for everyone( I certainly can't complain about mine).Alas! Mine is gone.