My father died in 2007. It has been several years but I still feel him around us. His conversations and teachings are be still part of me.
I still remember the night of Ramadan 2007, October 2nd. It still brings me chills. I started going back to work after few days of his work because if I don’t then who is going to take care of my brother, sister and mom.
He has always been my support, my Google, my dictionary and answer to all problems. He had a solution for everything. I was so depended on him. One night! I wanted to ask him a question and he wasn’t around. I don’t know what dawned on me that I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
No one picked the phone but his voice mail started. On the voicemail I heard him say his name and tears started falling from my eyes. That was first ever time he was saying his name after his death. His voice gave me so much power and strength.
Can he just talk to me once and give his advice. Does he miss me? Is he ok? Is someone taking care of him? Can I touch his hand….his face?
I guess I will all these answers when I meet him in life ahead!
Just call me once!
Mah-Sim 