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To Dad; (Read The Caption) Dearest dad, Two years

To Dad; (Read The Caption) Dearest dad, Two years passed, since you left heavenly abode. Since, you left me to be my own hero. But Dad, I don't reflect the person you wanted me to be, I reflect the person your separation made me. I reflect a miserable person, who is just tired of concept of life and everything. Your separation left me handicapped, in all spheres of my life equally. I look at the pictures of us, and I look at life in reality of today, And i conclude I am nothing but a dust going with the flow where my mass leads me to. I am associated, with the concept of living, the way they leave a down syndrome kid in a school (not special school), both are not a good combination. I see myself as most broken, but most strong person. Yet I feel like without you, My living is dead. I, my father, lie as the most restless person, to meet my beloved! Most of the times, I give my bruised soul examples of sabr. and other times flow of pain takes over, and I unconciously question the fate of our story, With such a brutal end. I look like a soulless person. In the midst crowd, My loneliness calls me. I lose myself to your thoughts, in midst of debates and discussion thinking how differently you would have argued to me. Dad, I am glad I once had you. But those prayers that have shifted from, "Ya Rub, keep him healthy and happy" to "Ya Rub, Grant him highest place in jannah" are itself a Qayamah! I long to talk to you. I long to pose a picture with you. I long to be your little girl, who by no means desired to grow this way mature. People compliment me, "You look like your father" and my heart whispers I wish I really did. They tell me your stories, as if I didn't know who you were. They Lost An uncle, a brother, but I lost my entire world to heaven. My lips smile. My eyes are always moistured. I am not with you, thats why my darling dad, I am in constant abyss. Remember all those conversation where we would talk about literature, poetry, mathematics, art, love, religion, spirituality? Remember, those walks! Remember that last book, that you bought me last with a date on it 18/jan/2016. I remember, the mini seconds that I did spent with you, and breathing without you these two years were just an Azaab! I lost my guide, while travelling for life. Dad, I cant put it in exact words, but I miss you. I miss the warmth of you . I miss my home.. I miss being called by you. Being told. Being told you are wrong and right. Dad, how I am living even after you left me. How from being to a fairtytale princess, I landed up in the city of loneliness. Why my laughter has disappeared, and why my smile is filled with pain. I know, my beloved! you are in much better place then here. But i am in my own abyss. My struggle with being living are horrible. I am not the person I wanted to be. And, I miss you dad ! Jaanu'weni jaanu koori na gachi ha na yith paeth jaanu'wun khaan'majar raawan ! I wish , once in life i hug you again!
To Dad; (Read The Caption) Dearest dad, Two years passed, since you left heavenly abode. Since, you left me to be my own hero. But Dad, I don't reflect the person you wanted me to be, I reflect the person your separation made me. I reflect a miserable person, who is just tired of concept of life and everything. Your separation left me handicapped, in all spheres of my life equally. I look at the pictures of us, and I look at life in reality of today, And i conclude I am nothing but a dust going with the flow where my mass leads me to. I am associated, with the concept of living, the way they leave a down syndrome kid in a school (not special school), both are not a good combination. I see myself as most broken, but most strong person. Yet I feel like without you, My living is dead. I, my father, lie as the most restless person, to meet my beloved! Most of the times, I give my bruised soul examples of sabr. and other times flow of pain takes over, and I unconciously question the fate of our story, With such a brutal end. I look like a soulless person. In the midst crowd, My loneliness calls me. I lose myself to your thoughts, in midst of debates and discussion thinking how differently you would have argued to me. Dad, I am glad I once had you. But those prayers that have shifted from, "Ya Rub, keep him healthy and happy" to "Ya Rub, Grant him highest place in jannah" are itself a Qayamah! I long to talk to you. I long to pose a picture with you. I long to be your little girl, who by no means desired to grow this way mature. People compliment me, "You look like your father" and my heart whispers I wish I really did. They tell me your stories, as if I didn't know who you were. They Lost An uncle, a brother, but I lost my entire world to heaven. My lips smile. My eyes are always moistured. I am not with you, thats why my darling dad, I am in constant abyss. Remember all those conversation where we would talk about literature, poetry, mathematics, art, love, religion, spirituality? Remember, those walks! Remember that last book, that you bought me last with a date on it 18/jan/2016. I remember, the mini seconds that I did spent with you, and breathing without you these two years were just an Azaab! I lost my guide, while travelling for life. Dad, I cant put it in exact words, but I miss you. I miss the warmth of you . I miss my home.. I miss being called by you. Being told. Being told you are wrong and right. Dad, how I am living even after you left me. How from being to a fairtytale princess, I landed up in the city of loneliness. Why my laughter has disappeared, and why my smile is filled with pain. I know, my beloved! you are in much better place then here. But i am in my own abyss. My struggle with being living are horrible. I am not the person I wanted to be. And, I miss you dad ! Jaanu'weni jaanu koori na gachi ha na yith paeth jaanu'wun khaan'majar raawan ! I wish , once in life i hug you again!
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