It’s been four years since you left us and I have never been able to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, from delivering the adhaan (call to prayer) in my ear to teaching me the Quran. And perhaps, no note of gratitude will be enough for that. However, I will still try; because that is the least that I can do.
Thank you Dada for teaching me the most valuable of lessons; not through preachy sermons, but through your living example. Although I often forget to use them, they are precious lessons, nonetheless.
Thank you Dada; for teaching me that belittling others should not be a source of pride; that bravery does not exist in shouting and cursing-rather, it is found in being patient and steadfast.
Thank you for being a role model for me-not only through your outstanding academic and professional achievements, but through your proverbial humbleness; which taught me that nobody should consider themselves superior to others, no matter what.
Thank you for showing me that there is nothing wrong with using a walking stick for moving around. But you never asked us to slow down for you, or to do the smallest of things for you like bringing you a glass of water, although doing any of that would have been a source of happiness for us. You showed me that what truly matters is the brave struggle to keep standing on your feet, and the effort to keep moving ahead, with dignity and self-reliance.
Thank you Dada, for showing me that hard work pays off; that one shouldn’t waste time; that it is wonderful to be funny and witty; that one should be forgiving and kind; and how essential it is to bear troubles with patience, hope and unflinching faith in Allah as you did.
May Allah bless you with the highest of places in Jannah (paradise).