Thank You Note

Dear Father,

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I am humbled to write a note to you after a long time since our departure. Hope you are still watching me from somewhere with your inestimable adoration. I remembered an incident when I was in class in one. Our class teacher had asked us to fill a form which demanded us to write some information about our parent. I knew without any problem, my mother’s information but when I was about to write about you, my hand trembled, I didn’t have any information. When I reached home I started flinging tenacious questions to my Mom. For some time she was completely silent. After few seconds she responded in her melancholic voice that my father was no more in the world. Hearing the devastating news my heart ached and bore a severe wound that would never heal.

Neither can I see you nor hear you but I can feel your presence with my different senses which you gave me as a gift. I have no other means to send this memorandum to you except in prayers so that you can feel my true pent up feelings. When I hear my friends talking about their father, I feel your absence deeply and painfully. Even then I thank you for having me as your son and for giving this beautiful life.

I thank you for guiding me every day with your fondness and staying with me like an inseparable shadow. Even though you are not alive, I seek your help whenever I need to take decisions and you give me the positive energy to take the right decision. Thank you for the helping hand when and your immeasurable blessings. Your love is injected in my heart erasing all my obnoxious defilements. Thank you for giving those siblings whom I am proud of. They are a treasured in my heart of museum.

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When I reminisce the exquisite moment when you used to sing a lullaby to me and when you used to play with, I feel so desperate and anxious to meet you. Whenever I miss you, I look in the sky and try to craft and visualize your charming face in those clouds but your image seems blurred. You had left me when was only three before I could even recognize your face. So, I imagine your face like mine because I am sure we would have resembled.

Lastly, I am sending this letter from this earth to empty sky hoping it will reach your place. Eighteen years without you, a fatherless child as they call me, I have suffered still I feel that you are connected to me. I hope and pray to god that we meet in my next generation and we enjoy a life together as son and father.

Your son,

Dawa