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For Dad, with love and utmost respect.

His eyes sparkle and they always say that he loves me. He never shows his pain to me- never ever; he can not see me in pain either. He did not have everything but he has made sure that I get everything. Comfort, opportunities to learn, opportunities to fulfill interest, chances to socialize, spaces for learning about religion and goodness and what not. He has made my dream of studying at AKU possible. He is not like that only with his wife and son but also to the extended family. He would never want anything for himself; he finds joy in giving. It feels very nice when a down-to-earth person like him asks something for himself. You never have to tell him what you like, he would just get it. I never explicitly told him how much I love peaches and coffee but he knows. All his life, he has given me his unconditional love, support, encouragement and care. Making me feel that yes there is a strong, brave and patient man who would take me under his arms no matter what.

I love sitting with him on the swing since childhood, that has always been our bonding time and place. As a child, many times I would just sleep on swing or sofa and he would pick me up and take me to the bed. When he came back from work, he would bring toys for me. I still cherish the toy steam boat that he brought and we would get ourselves wet to see its magic in a bucket/tub. I loved going with him to office from where he would take me to a flea market to have a cold drink, what an experience! He would take me to Sindbad every month and I would sit in his lap while commuting. We would pinch each other often and we both loved it.

He would bug me to get new clothes when he feels that I have ran out of clothes due to gaining weight :p and also otherwise. “Muje sach mai itni khushi huwi ke tu apne liye yeh [kurta] laya” is what he said to me recently. He would treat or gift my mom suits, watches, rings without any reason; I have learned a lot about relationships from them and the developed habit of giving gifts. And then for himself, he would be so happy in just receiving the gift that he wont even bother about what it is. When he feels down, he wants both of us to lay beside him. When I fainted for the first time, he was there to catch me; when I was hospitalized he kept no stone unturned to give me best possible comfort. When my head was bleeding, he came running to the clinic. Our new found love is joining our heads to show affection.

He loves to take us to dine out, though he would not eat much himself. After the meal, ‘Pan’ is a must because my mom likes it and ice cream would automatically follow because we all love it. Returning home, he would say ‘Maza aya’ and I would naughtily answer ‘Nahi’ and he would say ‘Bohat maza aya’ and his Raja would have big smile with a yes. Thankfully, God has given my family many happy moments together to spend together and celebrate many occasions. He has mashallah se celebrated all my birthdays till now πŸ™‚

Recently, we went to Port Grand. It would continue to be one of the most cherished evenings of my life. He learned how to use his new toy, the camera that my uncle [pappa] specially sent on his request. He was exalted with joy while practicing it as if he has never used a camera before. This amazes me because in actuality have inherited my passion for photography as he used to capture beautiful photographs of mine from an analog camera. Moreover, he would not show his tiredness because it was physically taxing for him to walk and be at a place for long. Oh I can never forget the day when he took me to buy my DSLR and we both were smiling all day. He loves to listen to my mindless stories, high aspirations and achievements.

He never shows anyone that he is hurt by them. He has an amazing sense of humor. He made sure that I never indulge in bad habits and at the same time, he allowed me utmost freedom. He even gives me right to fight with him and later also makes sure that I get some kind of gift or treat as my mood would be down. He can just read my mind, when I am in a worry, he picks it up within a second. The way he gently caresses his eyebrow and lower lip while sleeping is an adorable sight. He is so innocent that he would say sorry even when there is no mistake of his.

Ready to help the needy, he supported them so they can build their houses by their own selves. He would rather put others first than putting himself first. Maybe that’s why few supposedly rich people does not like the man with a big open heart. His purpose and approach to life is completely different, those who are into mundane stuff find it difficult to comprehend his magic. He does all this wonderful things because I feel he is a blessed child. God somehow has always helped him to do such wonderful things and it is only because of Him that he is this caring and selfless person. He never takes No as an answer, he keeps on trying and never gives up. He has seen a lot of difficulties on various front but God has always been kind. He has answered his prayers in the most amazing way and he has always kept him under his shelter. He has always chosen the best for our family. I thank God that He chose him as my father. I feel fortunate that he completes my name. I feel proud to have Tajuddin in my name.

This all is not only for Dad, this is also for Mom because they both have always been together through thick and thin supporting each other mashallah. Both help each other to do whatever they wanted. There are so many more good things to write… He sometimes says that ‘Mere jaisa baap tuje nahi milega’ and I feel sach mai bohat kam ko hi milta hai, Shukarmowla.

Thanks is not a good enough word for the awesome-ness of my dad and mercy of my lord.

Did I tell you that with his smile everything, every place and every moment lights up!

Prayers and lots of love. *Kiss on the forehead*



a coffee addict/ optimist sun flower/ can't-live-without-50mm photographer/ writing enthusiast/ [an almost inexistent] paper cookie smasher/ orange things collector/ wishes he had two antennas on the head; ps: philosophy-pistachio & educational technologist. to sound little proper: A self-taught, internationally published, photographer who loves to write/blog and read while breathing philosophy in between. Graduate of M.Ed. in Teacher Education with High Honors from Aga Khan University and currently works at the same university as Education Designer for Blended Learning. Candidate for Social Innovation in Digital Context (SIDC) at Lunds Universitet funded by Swedish Institute. Action Partner for Oxfam International Youth Partnership 2010-2013 led by Oxfam Australia. To cut the conversation short, an optimistic realist who believe in designing his life to fulfill dreams while sipping countless cups of coffee! I hope this makes some sense.

21 thoughts on “For Dad, with love and utmost respect.

      1. This is beautifully written. I must say here that those parents are also blessed who have child like you. It is very easy for a child just to say that i love my father and I miss him, but really difficult when a son counts event by event dedication of father and paying tribute to him…Well narrated Raheel.


  1. this peace of writing made me respect not only your dad but every dad in the world who gives up everything to keep their family united.


  2. amazing Raheel Tajuddiin πŸ™‚ …..very very touchy. After reading this i would say u r reali very lucky to have father like him and i believe u r the reflection of ur father…. Stay blessed. πŸ™‚


  3. Raheel, we inherit so much from our parents that we ignore it until we realize that we their true copies and are going to be an inspiration for our generations…. truely we all are blessed to have parents and more so parents who remain with us through out eternity in our hearts and our work.

    May his soul rest within you. Ameen

    my thanks are never close to thanking you God for your bounties and graciousness.


  4. Yaar your writing skills plus the emotion you have displayed and the balance you have shown sustaining this loss, I realize that many including myself have to learn a lot from you buddy.


  5. I really appreciate your patience and love your writing. The emotion you have shown and the control you have portrayed in this period of loss, many including me have to learn a lot from you.


  6. May Mowla provide him an eternal peace and may Mowla provide you and your family the courage the bear with the irrepairable loss.


  7. This is simply beautiful!!..sometimes life becomes soo busy for people that they forget to realize what their parents have done for them.and those who do, are rare to find these days.
    May ur father’s soul rest in eternal peace.Aameen


  8. Really true, I saw the bonding between you and your dad on my recent visit to karachi. I think myself lucky to spend some time with your family and the jokes with your dad. I even gave him a name which you know, may his soul rest in peace (ameen)


    1. Amen. Deep down I knew this was approaching πŸ™‚ and yes, those were amazing moments mashallah. You know he was even singing the same song while coming back to home from hospital for two days, I don’t remember the song as much, but it was the one that both of you sang at home. Thanks for everything.. much love.


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