Kaleidoscope Of Life

"A man of few words"...that is how normally many people would describe my dad, or rather, abah. I couldn't agree more...:-)

Father's Day was yesterday...and i know many don't think that we should celebrate Father's Day, for various reasons; some say, in Islam, there's no such thing as that, and some say everyday we should show appreciation towards our fathers and mothers, so there's no need for all the hype to do various things; dinner, gifts, flowers, wishes etc on a certain day. All those are true, but i don't think there's anything wrong in showing extra appreciation to my parents on those particular dates.

Abah, it's been 13 years now and i miss doing some things for you be it on Father's Day, on your birthday or on yours and mom's wedding anniversary.
There were many things i wanted to do, taking you out for a really good dinner, hanging out with you and talking about some really interesting books i've been reading, discussing life, discussing just about anything.
Ah yes, I miss our fights...(-: ; of the fact that I can never win an argument with you, well it would normally just end up with me getting all riled up and leaving the discussion...hmmm..but i'd definitely be better in control of my emotions and able to give sound justifications now;-)
I miss the quiet moments we had, the silence never seemed to bother us during the drive we used to have on our usual trip to fetch zareen from work...in fact, those moments are the ones i truly remember and i have realised then that words were not necessary in the company of someone we love dearly...
I miss hearing to the fascinating stories during your younger days. It never tires me to hear those stories of yours.
I miss hearing your voice reciting the Quran every morning especially during ramadhan...it's very soothing and calming.
I miss the time you would gently wake all of us(even mom;-)) up for sahur to some nice hot food.
I miss your cooking. hmmm yummy...the mee kuah, the fried rice, the many other delicious and creative dishes you managed to come up with.
I miss seeing your reactions while watching football or wrestling on tv ..hahaha...
I miss seeing your excitement whenever we were to bring good results home.
I miss the feeling of anticipation for yours and moms' visit when i was in hostel and uni.
I miss coming back home during holidays, alighting the bus and finding the familiar face sharing my delight.
I miss the warm and reassuring hugs you give.
I miss many other little things you used to do for us.
Above all, I miss your quiet love for all of us.

I may not be able to do the things i wish to do for my father now, but I am contented. I have the memories still and I love how i feel whenever i think of this part of my life. i do feel devastated, no.... i believe that is still too mild a word to use to describe how i feel at times when the memories flood in...but i embrace that feeling and smile through my tears....

So, for those out there who still have a chance to experience life with your fathers , seize the time and make the most out of it, don't hesitate to express your love towards our fathers, and of course mothers :-) for you never know what is in store for you tomorrow...kal ho na ho.

To abah, Happy Father's Day.
Al-fatihah...