3 months to the day since my dad passed away.

I was the last person in the fam to speak to him while he was still coherent. He didn’t want me to leave but I was rushing coz it was a school night. That night he went into critical care and got put on a ventilator. A thread.

No one could stay over w him that night, and he hated being in the hospital by himself. He communicated better in Urdu and while the hosp staff were all great he was lonely surrounded by ppl who only spoke English. That night, he was panicking and must have known his end is near.

Then I think to myself “gosh, all this time I’ve been grieving and I had nothing to worry about.” But because I had to take the opportunity, I go over and hug him while he’s sat down. Get this: he hugs me back and tells me not to blame myself for leaving. It wasn’t my fault.

Moral of the story: hug your loved ones before you lose them. Especially your parents. Tell them you love them. Pick up ur phone & call instd of WhatsApping. I’m terrified of the day when my dad’s voice will be less clear in my head. Listen to your parents while they’re here.

May Allah bless our parents to infinity, especially those who do the very best they can to fulfil their duties towards their kids. My Pappa was the best of the best. If you’re still reading, please say a prayer for him and for all kind parents who have passed on. Thank you. END.