If my father was still around, today would have been his 68th birthday. However, seeing how God wants him to be with him instead, he was returned to HIM at very young age of 50, 18 years ago on 15 April 1992.
My Ayah was the best. He was strict, yes, but he was always so understanding and always explained why he did things the way he did. He was a patient man and never yelled or shouted even when we were bad. I remember how he would stay up with me on nights that I had study for my exams even though he had to wake up very early to go to the stall the next day and I also remember how he would stay up waiting for me when I had dates to make sure I came back by my curfew time..lol!
I always say my Ayah had a very young face like he used anti aging products or something because despite his receding hairline, he always looked sweet and handsome when he smiled. Call me bias but hey the man’s my daddy! lol!
I miss you so much Ayah and at special days like today, the missing makes my eyes welled up more than usual. May you rest in peace. Alfatihah