One way to remember who you are is to remember who your heroes are….
My Hero left this world seven years ago…Yet his light remains… Memories of his bravery and sacrifices kindle my path…. Teaching me to stand for what I believe in
Even it means to go against the odds… May Allah have mercy on his soul.
Below are two pieces I wrote in the past whenever my longing increases and the pain of my loss became unbearable…
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What About My Father?
Seventeenth of May
was the Day
Just thinking of it makes me feel dazed
I rushed to open my door
to answer my phone
Hello who is calling at this early hour?
My best friend was out of breath
At this moment I needed all of my strength
She must have news of someone’s death
She spoke many words
but all I can hear was, your father your father…
What about my Father?
I know he is a loving husband and wonderful father
I know he is miles away
and that he is gone all grey,
Nevertheless we’ve promised this summer
that we will meet without delay
it makes me sad that we are apart
But thought of visiting him fills my heart joy
So what about my father???
I told my neighbour, my walking partner
hat I was going to call him today
Before I get on with my day.
My phone rings again
this time is the apple of my eye
calling from the land of cheese cakes and pies
What about my Father?
The news came like a shooting pain in my heart
Inna lillah wa inaa ilayhee raji3ouun! and Alhamduilah!
Were both my CPB machine
One pumped blood to my heart
and the other supplied me with oxygen
until my friends arrived
Which have been my pillars until this day
But still needed my mother, sister or brother
an uncle, an aunt or a grandparent
someone that had the sweet scent of thy father
someone that would hold me like my father.
What about my Father?
A beautiful day in May
was the Day
God decided to take away my father but also my best friend
When things went bad it was his love that I would seek
I was his baby, I was his little princess
I could never be afraid as long as he was near
He taught me to never fear
and now I can’t rhyme no more as this pain I cannot bear
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I miss our telephone chats and I miss the random emails
I miss the way we used to have fun
our weekend’s dinners and walks on the Corniche
What about my father?
He is my father, my true Love
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Dreams
At nights I fall asleep
in the full and certain hope
That the longing will come to a halt.
He wakes me up from deep slumber…
Just like when I was younger…
But now he is in a different form
Which no one around me
Can see or hear
Oh sweet father I tried Calling
But now you’re gone!!!
I am not gone,
I remain here inside you
Look for me in your heart
And there you will find me
In a father daughter’s love
which will carry on.
I am not gone,
In those moments when you feel alone
Look for me in your thoughts
And there you will find me
in sweet memories that burn strong
I am not gone,
Every time a tear
Drops from your beautiful eyes
Look up to the skies
And lift your hands up high
Call upon our Beloved
To unite us once and for all
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