Jharoka

In loss, it can feel like the clock has either stopped entirely or is rushing forward without consent. It can seem both a relentless force and an abstract concept, slipping away as emotions slow everything else to a standstill. Grief has a way of bending perception, making a single moment feel endless and yet barely there. 

It still feels surreal that you’re gone and yet the pain seems to have deepened with time.  Endless reels of memories play in my head from my earliest days of childhood to your last day. 

On this day two years ago, I remember holding your hand, tracing each wrinkle and line, a map of your life etched in all your sacrifices seen and unseen. As I continue my journey, I’m filled with a growing appreciation for the nuggets of wisdom you shared, the strength you embodied, and the way you lived with both resilience and fortitude. With each new phase of life, I understand you more deeply and miss you even more.

May your hands bear witness to your tireless efforts in raising me and they may become an ocean of blessings for you in the hereafter. Ameen. 

I love you, miss you, and pray for you constantly. Alhamdulillah for your beautiful life, Daddy. 💔🙏🏽

If you have made it to this post / page, I would be most appreciative if you could say a prayer or recite Al-Fatiha for my beloved father. Thank you.