My father (bottom left) as a Boy Scout at the age of 10
It’s January 16th.
Today is both a happy and sad day for me. Today, my dear friend Hazyr turns 32, while my father turns 69. I am happy for the grace of God they have made it by another year, and I pray that He will continue to bestow upon them good health, prosperity and unlimited happiness. Sad because this would be the first year I do not get to wish him personally, as I did two years in a row before that (I did not do it for 3 consecutive years prior to that).
My father (center) upon graduating from University of Malaya, Singapore
Putting aside the differences, if I do not live to wish him the same next year, let it be known that I do love him very much. It hurts me to do this, but I have a statement to make, and I deserve to be heard and recognised; something I feel he should learn to accept.
My father, a young Supritendant of Police (eq. Lieutenant-Colonel) at the age of 27
Happy birthday, Ayah. Forgive me for my wrong-doings and for hurting your feelings. You are, have been and will always be the best father anyone could possibly have, and if I have to live my life all over again, I wouldn’t do it any differently with you.
May Allah bless you for having brought me onto His Earth.
The family – taken exactly a year ago
P.S: my friend, Ibu, has the hots for you
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