man my heart will never forget.
💕He is my beloved father❗
My Father, My Mentor⚡💥
My father was not only my parent — he was my teacher, my mentor, and my guiding light. His words were full of wisdom, his heart full of mercy. He taught me that life is a test and that patience (sabr) is the key to peace. His gentle voice always reminded me to put my trust in Allah (tawakkul) and to walk through life with a pure heart and strong faith.
When the day came that he was diagnosed with cancer, it felt as though time stopped. I saw the pain in his eyes, yet he never let fear take over. Instead, he faced his illness with courage and faith. He would say softly, “This is also from Allah, and whatever comes from Him is good.” Those words became the foundation of my strength. Even as his body grew weaker, his soul became brighter.
Every day, he smiled through the pain, teaching us that faith is not only about worship in ease, but about trusting Allah in hardship. His patience was an act of worship; his silence was filled with remembrance (dhikr). Through his suffering, he showed me what true faith means — to accept Allah’s decree with a heart full of peace.
When the time came for him to return to his Lord, I felt an emptiness that words cannot describe. Yet deep within my heart, I knew that death is not an end, but a return. Allah says in the Qur’an, “Indeed, we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we will return.” My father’s soul had simply gone home — to a place of eternal rest, where pain no longer exists, and peace never ends.
Now, whenever I miss him, I raise my hands in dua. I pray that Allah grants him Jannah without reckoning and reunites us there one day, where there will be no sorrow or separation. His voice still echoes in my heart, reminding me to stay strong, to have sabr, and to keep my faith alive.
My father may have left this world because of cancer, but his lessons, his love, and his faith will live in me forever. He was my mentor in life, and even after death, he continues to guide me — through the light of the faith he planted in my heart.
My Father’s Sacrifice💞
My father went to Saudi Arabia to work for us. He made this decision so that our family could have a better life. Every day, he worked hard, facing challenges far from home, all to provide for our needs.
Even though we missed him dearly, we understood that his sacrifice was for our future. His dedication taught me the value of hard work, patience, and responsibility. I am proud of my father and grateful for everything he has done for our family.
Through his actions, I learned that love is not only shown through words but also through deeds. My father’s journey to Saudi Arabia is a reminder of the sacrifices parents make for their children, and it inspires me to work hard and make him proud💞
My Father’s JourneyðŸŒ
My father got a government job only after I was born. It was not an easy path for him. He struggled for many years, facing many challenges and disappointments, but he never gave up. My birth became a turning point in his life, filling him with new hope and strength to keep trying.
He often says that I brought good fortune to our family. When he finally received the government job, it was not only his success but also a blessing for all of us. From that day, our lives slowly began to change for the better. His story teaches me the value of patience, hard work, and faith in Allah’s plan.
After my father got the government
job, our family life began to improve. We no longer had to worry about daily expenses, and there was a new sense of peace in our home. My parents could finally provide us with a better education and the things we once only dreamed of. Still, my father always reminded us to live simply and thank Allah for every blessing. My mother’s smile grew brighter, and our home was filled with happiness and comfort. Those days taught me that true success is not just about wealth, but about the love, unity, and gratitude that keep a family strong.
After I was born,🌠my father not only got a government job but also became more involved in religious matters. He began to spend more time in prayer and reflection, attending sermons, and guiding our family toward the path of Islam. He taught us the importance of honesty, patience, and kindness in our daily lives. My father’s faith grew stronger, and he always reminded us that success comes only from Allah. Because of his guidance, our home became a place filled with peace, love, and spiritual comfort.
Before my father died, 💥I saw beautiful fairies wrapped in soft clothes in my dream. They looked peaceful and full of light, as if they had come from heaven. At that time, I didn’t know what the dream meant, but my heart felt calm and comforted. Later, when my father passed away, I realized that those fairies were a sign from Allah — a message that his soul would soon be taken gently and with mercy. I believe Allah sent them to show that my father’s good deeds had earned him peace in the next life. Even though I miss him every day, that dream reminds me that he is in a better place, surrounded by Allah’s light and blessings.
Dedicated to My Beloved Father💘
To the man whose love and guidance shaped my world,
Whose faith and patience taught me to be strong,
Whose smile brought warmth to our home,
This writing is for you, now and always💞💫
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