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My dad and at my house during my wedding ceremony in December 2015 |
My dad had been sick for over a year, what started off as stubborn coughs, stomach pains- he was treated for everything before we realized it was cancerous. By the time his pancreas began to show signs of cancer markers, it had already claimed most of his pancreas and metastasized to other organs. It was a matter of weeks before his kidneys, liver, gall bladder and pancreas failed and lungs were under attack. Today he lays on his hospital bed at home, in a semi comma surrounded by his small adoring family still fighting and shocking the doctors with his resilience strength and hope a true Cancer warrior! Please remember him in your prayers.
This is a letter to my daddy....
I was your first baby. I remember everyone would tell you that I looked just like you, and you would beam with pride about it. The same pride and joy you had when you cut and blow dried my hair for the first time, applied khol on my eyes and then snapped too many pictures! But today, a once- big strong man weighing 133 Kgs, shy and timid, always dapper with a hair brush in his back pocket, never missed a day of work even though he suffered the worst gout attacks lays next to me weighing 50kgs, the scars of life screaming from inside him, in a semi-comma unable to express himself- your hair brush still by your bed side, beard looking great as always and shahadah on your lips every time, it's hard to see you like this dad!
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you did not achieve the things that you tried to do for us, I’m sorry that you never had a chance to set many things right, I’m sorry that you always fought to be loved and appreciated by those who never did, I'm sorry that you did so much for so many but they still fought and never appreciated you, I’m sorry that your loving marriage with a loving wife (mum) ended like it did for reasons that were neither of yours, I'm sorry you lived too many years after that without a loving companion by your side, I’m sorry that this disease crept up on you and did not allow you to prepare yourself as you would wish and I'm sorry you're dying.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you did not achieve the things that you tried to do for us, I’m sorry that you never had a chance to set many things right, I’m sorry that you always fought to be loved and appreciated by those who never did, I'm sorry that you did so much for so many but they still fought and never appreciated you, I’m sorry that your loving marriage with a loving wife (mum) ended like it did for reasons that were neither of yours, I'm sorry you lived too many years after that without a loving companion by your side, I’m sorry that this disease crept up on you and did not allow you to prepare yourself as you would wish and I'm sorry you're dying.
I'm sorry because even though this is the will of Allah, I can't get it wrapped around my head that my daddy - the man who taught me to ride bikes, the man who taught me how to fish, the man that built my first car, the man that taught me how to drive the car even though I gave up on gear shifting, the man who drove me around late at night as a baby just to get me to sleep because I was a tough one - is going to be leaving me. Everyone tells me it's okay, that ‘This is Allah's plan for you and your father' and I know Allah is the best of planners but I can’t help but cut myself with the now shattered glass from my own dreams and plans; of you being able to play and share my child's first memory, of you being the best grandfather in the world, of you showing off your grandchildren to your friends and family with so much pride and achievement. Plans that involved you marrying off Misbah to a man you were proud and approved of, a plan that involved you coaching your Umar and Suhail into being strong respectful husbands and fathers- although I already know that they will be because of you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry dad I want to change this, I want to do something, I want to make this better, I want to find a solution, I've seen all the doctors and done all the tests and tried everything, I'm always trying to fix things and make things better but I’m sorry dad- I failed now, I’m helpless, I can’t do anymore, I can’t fix this dad, I’m sorry!!!
Even though you weren’t an expressive man- and that took a toll on me and that even though you missed out on many every day moments due to yours and mums divorce- that in the last year plus, all that did not matter anymore. Why? Because you lived like a king in my home, surrounded by your children, not lacking for anything you wanted or needed, for the first time in a long time you opened up and you broke down, you asked for forgiveness and you forgave, you asked us to always be this close and lift each other up and for the first time ever you appreciated my efforts, my role, you called me your simba, you said that Allah has a special place in Jannah for me for all that I have been doing for your children, you and mum. You asked me to forgive you and I did but I wish I repeated it more that DAD, I am what I am and I do what I do because I grew up watching a great man unconditionally providing and being there for everyone without thinking of himself despite how they continuously mistreated you. I promised you then and I am again, I will be the glue in this family and continue to be a pillar of support, we will not crumble, we will not drift apart, we will keep in touch and honor your friends, we will accord due respect your family, we will always make you proud dad. Our children will grow up knowing you fondly, hearing your praises from everyone who knew you, they will cry because they never got to be around this great man but they will be proud to be his! I will be strong dad I promise, I will be confident and I will always do what’s right, I promise that I will achieve my dreams but for now allow me to be weak, allow me to break down- just for a bit, allow me to scream and allow me to be selfish, I don’t want you to go! Right now I feel fragile, as if instead of being an adult, I am just your little girl again.
You fought a long fight. You lived a harsh life but Allah sent you blessing more then many can claim.You think you didn’t achieve much but then you are surrounded by 4 phenomenal doting children and an X wife who is your best friend and has played an unparalleled role in your treatment and care- I know you thanked her already but on your behalf I want to say it again; Thank you ma! You have given us a chance to grieve by gracefully soldering against all the hurdles and struggle of dad treatment, you are a selfless pure soul and may Allah grant you Jannat ul Firdous for showing this much love and care to our dad, ameen. I ask that you turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to all the bickering mouths who did nothing but stand on the side lines and criticize your role for no reason instead of being there for him like you were, to them all lies a great burden to live with now that he's gone and to you, a special place in Jannah has been granted inshaAllah. We will always remain hot on our heels at your defense. Dad, you got all the best health care possible, you are surrounded by love and commitment and that is more then many can achieve or live to see, you made this happen by raising us as you did, you achieved this, you are blessed. Although you cried every day because; we were alone during the long and harshest moments of your illness, you cried because you needed that compassion from those absent during your suffering and you cried while you prayed that we wouldn't collapse from the pressure without emotional support from others- I know you are aware that during these last days at least your family have now been coming to see you, your cousins and friends have been phenomenal in support and have been bringing iftaar home so that we do not need to cook and the house is full everyday with people who love and respect you, I wish you could see how packed it gets!
Go in peace dad, know that you are loved, you will be missed and you live in our fondest memories. Go in peace knowing that your children are believers, they attest to the oneness and will of Allah and they know that dunia is temporary. Go in peace knowing that you are cleansed, your suffering has prepared you for Jannah and this has left peace and calm in out hearts. Go in peace knowing your haq (what was rightfully yours) that you did not get in dunia, Allah has prepared for you in akhira and that Allah will question all those responsible for it in your defense. Don’t be scared, don’t worry, don’t be sad- I know you’re going to a better place a place where all you will not hurt you anymore. I am so gratefful that Allah has bestowed on me the ability and blessing of taking caring for you and I pray that he enables me to do so as long as I need to. Inna illahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun.
My prayer: Rabbighfir lii wa liwaalidayya wa lilmu"miniina yauma yaquumul'hisaab, Rabbirhamhumaa kamaa rabbayaanii shaghiiraa. Ameen.
Translation: O Lord, forgive me, my parents and Muslims in the Hereafter. O Lord, show mercy on them as they have nourished me when I was young.
I love you, dad. Never forget my promise to you, or the love your family has for you.
-Number One.
End.
UPDATE:
The irony of this post is that I wrote this letter to my daddy weeks ago but on Thursday, 8 June 2017 at 4.40pm I publicly posted it on my blog assuring him that we are going to be okay and telling him to go in peace- less then 2 hours later, he passed away, on the 13th day of Ramadhan and was burried after Jumaah (congregational prayers) on Friday. Please remember him in your prayerrs. Al Fatiha...
Dua: Allaahumma 'inna Mohamed Haroon Khan fee thimmatika, wa habli jiwaarika, faqihi min fitnatil-qabri wa 'athaabin-naari, wa 'Anta 'ahlul-wafaa'i walhaqqi. Faghfir lahu warhaw.hu 'innaka 'Antal-Ghafoorur-Raheem. Ameen
Translation
O Allah, surely Mohamed Haroon Khan is under Your protection, and in the rope of Your security, so save him from the trial of the grave and from the punishment of the Fire. You fulfil promises and grant rights, so forgive him and have mercy on him. Surely You are Most Forgiving, Most Merciful. Ameen
O Allah, surely Mohamed Haroon Khan is under Your protection, and in the rope of Your security, so save him from the trial of the grave and from the punishment of the Fire. You fulfil promises and grant rights, so forgive him and have mercy on him. Surely You are Most Forgiving, Most Merciful. Ameen
The day my daddy styled my hair. He cut it, gave me a fringe (He tried! lol) and blow dried it all by himself.
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My dad with his loving family (my sibllings and mum) in a photo booth at my wedding in December 2015 |
-Number One.
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My dad, younger sister and I after my birthday dinner in December 2016 |