On the 4th of July when people in United States were celebrating their Independence Day, my dad passed away peacefully at 3:45 pm.
It was the saddest day for all of us in the family. You thought your parents will live forever. You thought you will always see their smiling faces or their jokes greet you everytime you went back home to visit them. You thought they will always be around and take care of you like you are still his little girl.
You never thought the time has come that one of your parents will move on to another world, that you will not meet again until your time is up.
The whole month, almost every day I will cry because I miss my dad terribly.
I miss the person that who will always call me on Friday asking what time will I be reaching home since I will visit them every weekend.
I miss the person who will eagerly wait for me at the bus stand and fetch me home during weekend.
I miss the person who will call me frequently on my bus trip back to my home to ensure that I am okay.
I miss the person who will try within his means to get anything that I wish for.
I miss my dad who up till now, still think I am daddy little girl.
I will always be daddy's little girl.
I miss you ayah.....
Thank you for being my dad.....
I love you and I am preparing myself to see you up there when my time is up.
Death is no longer a mystery when someone you loved has gone over and awaits you there....
His death is a wake up call for me to be a better Muslim so that I can reunite with him when my time comes to join him in another world, Alam Barzakh....
