Love you Pappa ji...

I am using my father name as a Blog name.

"Mai bhul ke bhi nhi bhul sakta hun,
agar mai bhul gaya tooh samjh lena ki mai unhi ke sath hun"


It was the month of Ramadhan (Hijri 1445) the day I feel I am no more, I feel like I had lost the cool shade from my head and now I am in feeling warm. It was not the same as pervious.

Then I received a call from my mother she was trying and said “Pappa nhi rahe” you father is no more.

I was full with sorrow, I was crying, I was going crazy, and Prayed Immediately for him.

For being a son, this is a time you lose everything.

I was a airport waiting for flight, a hour before my father asked my mother where is he, she said he is airport to take a flight and then he ask what about his wife she is also coming my mother yes she is also coming together.

My father said, ok and with smile on the face he was relax.

The duration of catching the flight within the duration I have seen all the past time which I had spent with my father.

I was born, with the blessing of old priest popularly known as (Haji Ali) located in Mumbai, which latter he said that I visited the tomb and prayed there and ask for a boy from ALLAH in connecting to the priest as Haji Ali was the closeness to Allah.

My father was happy, there were lot of ups-n-downs in the life same like other he had also faced, but he was different for me and my siblings.

I and my sisters love our mother but not more than our father till today, one day when my father was not feeling well due to cardia issue, my mother said to my father for you all your kids are gather immediately and start taking care of you but for me they didn’t think more they feel thing I can do by myself.

She said this to make him happy and feel better and motivated.

My father got Cardiac Heart attack at the age of 41 in hot summer, he was on his second year of junior college he left the village and came to Bombay for job.

He didn’t have good opportunity and family environment was also not too positive. So he started earning by driving an Auto Rickshaw which was and still popular in the Suburb of Mumbai.

He spend his life completely and devoted to his family, we were born in Muslim Family so normally the one who is not earning more they send they kinds in Government schools in 90’s but my father didn’t do that he send all of us to English Medium schools without showing any pain on him towards feeding family.

I never saw him living without any kind of medical issue, as was a Kabaddi player in his home town and popularly known in the nearby villages but still he was in a trap of medical health issue.

When I was in Grade 2nd I believe, he started suffering from back pain, which I remind was very terrible for him.

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