I would grin a little before handing him a homemade banana cake & giving him a kiss as his birthday gifts. I'm sure he'd kiss me back, thank me, and take me to Gramedia. Why a bookstore? Since it's a been my joy to be surrounded by books! My dad had dark skin, black hair, & was rather stout. He'd been a fun dad for me. The sun was setting. I, living with my aunt & uncle, had just heard the 'Maghrib' prayer azan on TV & from mosques in the neighbourhood
The phone rang. My grandma.
She started talking about my dad. What I could really recall is when she said softly about my dad getting a stroke. "Rush to the hospital.", she advised me. I didnt manage to hang up the phone. There was an instant burst of tears. My aunt & cousin escorted me to my room. They tried to calm me down. I then sobbed as a naive 12 year old. I was late. He's already stiff & cold. There was a rush of fear before I removed the thin white fabric covering his face. I cant retrace much now.
It took a few weeks to cheer myself up. That wasnt easy. I still cry at nights when I think of him, though. He was loving, caring, funny, quite strict, & obviously handsome. He fancied traditional food or the spicy one. He liked to buy me burgers, pens, and Yakult. I wish he knew how much he's been missed these last 18 years. I wish he could see and be proud of what I've turned into now.
Love you, dad.
i read a book the other day, talking about how our families who have passed away must miss us. i was touched by the part saying that visiting their grave is actually a must-do thing. I have never missed out any chance to pray for my dad, at home normally after doing the 5 mandatory prayes, even more when i can.
I also pray to the Most Loving to be able to be reunited with my loved ones in heaven in the hereafter life. Amin.
For those still with their moms and dads. Please take good care of them and respect them. you will never imagine the feeling of only having one left or even none left.
Tmelania
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