Mehak Firdous
I am little unsure, if it would be justice to describe and paint attributes of my deceased beloved father. Because, rather than people knowing what death of a father means to a daughter, I would have forever chosen you to listen to the sense of fulfilment and belongingness, you only instilled.
Can there anywhere be compassionate and sober audience like a father? It’s nothing less than misfortune to not see you around. But your memories will always move and strike chords of my heart.
I know you as a person who has always stood rock solid beside me throughout the seasons of my life. Be it, cradle to college or notoriety to maturity, You never missed to bless and strengthen me throughout. Years bypassed as Time exerted its dominance, but its captivity could least alter your attributes. It couldn’t defeat your spirit, purpose and zeal to work tirelessly for beneficiaries around you, including myself. You stood out for going laboriously to endless extent, to claim and deliver your responsibilities. You guaranteed us comfort and sustenance against your ease. Without any show of weariness, your selflessness will always steal my heartbeat. Without any obsession for self, you made all of us, your all time first priority. You were a flower, sweating against the sun, to keep us all under the scanty shades of existence. How can anybody be so gracious and kind, unless it is you, Papa. It is impossible to estimate or evaluate, recount or recollect innumerous blessings you had on me. Yet the memories of your love and care, sacrifices and reservations dominate every carnival of remembrance. I miss all the time spent with you, those outings and occasions in which you out poured heart rendering attention and passionate listening. I don’t miss those gracious benedictions and blessing more than I miss your individuality, Papa. You imparted lessons of life, practically from your own. Your exemplary dedication and perseverance will always be a guiding beacon light. No child can ever repay the glorious benedictions from a father nor can any staunch loyalist child match or equalize the weight of the father’s love by even an active thanksgiving down from the abyss. Without any blasphemy, as your child, I will never de-hyphenate the divine blessings of almighty and your support. While sending thanksgiving to the skies, I will least forget to take your name. I know, no matter how hard I try, your love will always supersede my virtue.
Your astonishing and non flattening zeal never showed any minute symptom of over giving. Never in my dullest apprehensions have I sought your graces as loans. For I will surely turn insolvent before all those collateral free graces that I can barely rebutt. I’m just a conscious slave who can never payback to a gracious master, lively or heavenly. Your life will continue to light up my conscience.
As I stay conscious of all your efforts to guide, love and give a firm foundation to me. If I might have appeared lacking in gratitude and kindness, it has never stemmed from my arrogance. I have no doubt on the purity of efforts, you made in the name of Allah. May, my lord all accepts those. My tears and the pain may take a lifetime to dry and heal. Now, I am alive in your vivid memories, remembrance and your aspirations, that seems to bless me and fill me, yet again, with a sense of hope and living. I promise, to give fresh breathes to your dreams, of seeing me scaling higher heights, only to take your attributes much higher.
In all reflections of love, every brackets of time and in all tremors of joy. Windows of my heart and shutters of my eyes. Will open for thee, Papa.
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