My Father

                                 
 Today, I want to dedicate this blog to my one and only hero in my life—my father.

I know I am married now and have a son, but he is the only person who is always ready to listen to me at any time. He knows when I need him, and he always comes and showers me with love.

I don’t want to get too emotional, because my father never really expressed his emotions to me—but I have always expressed mine to him. When I was in school, in college, and even after marriage, I would call him and talk randomly about anything and everything. He never ignored me. He patiently listened to all my nonsense while I poured my heart out. He never told me to keep quiet or said that he didn’t want to talk.

Sometimes he gives me advice, sometimes he appreciates me. He encourages me and even makes fun of me. Yes, we fight sometimes, and he stops talking to me—but never for more than a month. I know he can’t live without talking to me, just like I can’t live without talking to him.

Recently, when he was in a situation where only a miracle could help, I felt something I had never felt before. I wanted to talk to someone about that moment, but no one truly wanted to listen. And I couldn’t even tell him, because I didn’t want to upset him or make him relive that pain.

For the first time in my life, I was scared to see my father like that. I’m writing this straight from my heart. For a moment, I thought I might never talk to him again. All I wanted at that time was to hear his voice. I had no words to describe what I was feeling.

I just want to say that I love him so much. I cannot imagine my life without him. I love the messages he sends on my photos, the comments he writes, and the way he calls me “mera bacha” and gives me his special little kisses.

I’m always scared that one day my mother will call me with bad news about him. That fear shook me deeply. But a miracle happened—and I pray that it happens again and again whenever needed.

I know this topic is never-ending and my words are getting too long. I just want you all to pray for him—to get well soon and never feel that pain again.

I love you, Dad—my first love and my last.

Thank you for giving me lots of love and care....