Asking My Parents For A Recommendation Letter
Zara Nazir
To whom it may concern,
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My name is Zara Nazir, and a recommendation letter for me from my parents would likely read as follows:
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They may try to conceal my insolence and casual, damaging dismissal with a forged guarantee of exquisite compassion.
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They might rationalise my door-banging and rage-filled outbursts by concealing them with a false promise of level-headedness and grace.
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They will say whatever it takes to market me to this individual who must endure my presence- this new person who has to tolerate me.
Dear Father, you might wonder if someone else can handle my occasional outbursts and frustrations as adeptly as you do. Would you still enthusiastically endorse me for employment despite my flaws? If you would, I would explain to them that I resisted and negotiated with you, acting out as an emotional demonstration of the frustration I felt—desperately attempting to hold onto the
threads of myself that were severed and rejected by cruel societal expectations.
Do you think, mother, that you would tell them of my betrayal? Would you reveal my rejection of the affection you extend to me after weeks of our hard-fought battles, bargaining, and negotiations? If you did I would have to tell them that you were simply too late, amma. That every time you
reached out to deliver warmth to me I had already outgrown it. I would tell them of the inconvenient and selfish timing of your compassion.
Dear employer, they may advise you to hesitate before reaching out to them for further inquiries or concerns because if you do, it may become challenging to censor all of this.
So, dear employer, please don’t feel free.
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Signed,
Mother and Father of Zara Nazir.