Allah loves him more...

I had always have this thought at the back of my mind that my late father is so different; so unique in his own ways. I smile pondering upon memories hitting my mind. I love my late father so much.

“Bangun subuh! Pastu jogging!!” echoed in my head. Those were the times when Subh prayer at the nearby surau had been a routine since I was back in school days. I hated the sound of my late father knocking hard on the door and his harsh tone making me frown all day long.

I did not understand why since young; my late father would actually force us to do household chores; helping him out painting the house and made us feel like labourers. We frown all day!

Then I entered university; and my parents left for Oman. I felt abandoned. I always had this feeling that we are left on our own and my late dad simply forgets us. But he didn’t…He misses us, he always prays for us. I do miss his voice; advising me to be strong and to take care of myself. I never hear that voice again.

The night of akad was a beautiful night, my late dad put all his responsibilities to a man who will be my another half. . SubhanAllah.

Papa,,I miss u.

I couldn’t believe that the last words that papa told me was,”Fatin, papa balik lama sikit ni, sampai raya..’ I simply smiled..

That was the last time I had ever spoken to him.

The following week…

I reached the general hospital at midnight; rushed in the ICU, stumbled to see my dad; my lovely dad being intubated. I imagined him not being comfortable; being infused with strong drugs to make his blood pressure rise up. But Allah simply loves him; more than how much we actually do love him. He passed away peacefully in front of all his loves; and we witnessed him gone to Ilahi till his last breath. I kissed his forehead for the last time and a bright drop of tear rolled down his cheek. I closed my eyes and realized how fragile life is; Allah may take our life not faster or later than a second, SubhanAllah.

Papa, we love u!