**************Please Recite Surah Fateha for my father and Pray for his forgiveness*****
For the first time...I don't know how to start typing. I don't know if this is going to feel good to write this tragic story or not. 7th of November was the most tragic day of my life. I got a call by my uncle telling me that my dad was no longer here on Earth. I got the call just hours before he was supposed to go with me for shopping. To hear the words that his liver has left to work and that he wasn't here on Earth anymore- shattered my heart, my life, my thoughts, and the lights went out in my world...and they will never come back on without my dad.
This has been, as I know it is for anyone who's lost someone they love, the most painful things I've ever experienced. My dad was my hero, my Superman...no, correct that, my dad is my HERO, he is my Superman. My arms may not be able to reach him, but he is holding my heart. I don't know when I will return to my real life- I don't know if it will feel good to think from start or if I just can't yet. I don't know when I'll be able to start smiling in real . The hurting in my heart is not describable using the word "pain".
it feels hard to even think that how would be my next life without my father. To anyone else who has lost their father, or any loved one...my heart breaks for you. I wish I could just cry with you, because sometimes when your pain is so great- words don't help. One of my dear friends just called me and cried with me...crying unlike normal crying- this was aching howls from my heart.
Someone texted me there on cell, something their grandma told them, and it has helped my heart, they said their Grama told them that "Sometimes God picks the flowers for heaven when they are at their most beautiful in bloom"...
My dad was the most encouraging, inspiring, and positive person. As I sat thinking through all his advises and watching all his pictures...he was encouraging me still. His words will live on in my heart. He lives on in my heart. I love him so much more than any limitations that our human vocabulary puts on emotions. This upcoming Fathers Day...I may not have my dad here on Earth, but I can celebrate him from my little spot on Earth. I know, without a doubt, that my dad is in heaven. And just like he always made everything on Earth here, pretty for me....he is up in heaven making it pretty for me. And my life will never be the same without him. But I want to go forward in the rest of my life...living each day to the fullest, in honor of my dad.
Being strong is the only choice I have. My dad was strong. I am his baby....I can be strong too. My dad is, was, and will always be my hero. I cannot say much more, because my eyes have cried more than they ever have, my heart hurts more than it ever has, and the feelings inside are ones I cannot even describe in words. My Grandma always said: PAIN IS INEVITABLE MISERY IS OPTIONAL This pain in life is inevitable. But my dad wouldn't want me to miserable. I can hear my dad, in my mind, telling me that "You can do it! You're strong!" Oh dad! I love you so dearly... And as my precious friend told me, "sometimes God takes things from our Earthly grasp, so that we may fix our gaze unto heaven".... I don't even know if this sounds good, makes sense, or anything...but I want to thank you all for your outpouring of love, kind thoughts, caring words.... that have truly felt like drops of love on my heart that has felt crushed beyond repair. My dad is so happy in heaven...and I can't wait until I run into his arms again. Oh what a great day that will be. Until then, his words, love and encouragement will be the wind beneath my wings... I am thankful that I have my Heavenly Father (God) and that I have my Father in Heaven (My Dad) ...they are home...and are waiting for me. At this time I don't care about anyone...all of that seems so unimportant and so meaningless. I don't know when I'll feel back to my life- it may be sooner because my dad was so proud of how I could encourage others, but after I write this, I feel like I can't say when because my heart still hurts. I will celebrate today, this little Earthly celebration of our fathers...because I know my dad is smiling and knows how much I love him up there in Heaven...
My dad always said, "You are my real hero you will me after me.Dad, you were the best dad in the world and now in Heaven.... there is no other son that loves his father more than I love you, your loving one Kamran Shaukat (I am even very proud to write your name with me) - PLEASE PRAY FOR MY FATHER MAY ALLAH GRANT HIM A HIGHEST RANK IN JANNAH
Please!Keep me remember in your prayers.
For the first time...I don't know how to start typing. I don't know if this is going to feel good to write this tragic story or not. 7th of November was the most tragic day of my life. I got a call by my uncle telling me that my dad was no longer here on Earth. I got the call just hours before he was supposed to go with me for shopping. To hear the words that his liver has left to work and that he wasn't here on Earth anymore- shattered my heart, my life, my thoughts, and the lights went out in my world...and they will never come back on without my dad.
This has been, as I know it is for anyone who's lost someone they love, the most painful things I've ever experienced. My dad was my hero, my Superman...no, correct that, my dad is my HERO, he is my Superman. My arms may not be able to reach him, but he is holding my heart. I don't know when I will return to my real life- I don't know if it will feel good to think from start or if I just can't yet. I don't know when I'll be able to start smiling in real . The hurting in my heart is not describable using the word "pain".
it feels hard to even think that how would be my next life without my father. To anyone else who has lost their father, or any loved one...my heart breaks for you. I wish I could just cry with you, because sometimes when your pain is so great- words don't help. One of my dear friends just called me and cried with me...crying unlike normal crying- this was aching howls from my heart.
Someone texted me there on cell, something their grandma told them, and it has helped my heart, they said their Grama told them that "Sometimes God picks the flowers for heaven when they are at their most beautiful in bloom"...
My dad was the most encouraging, inspiring, and positive person. As I sat thinking through all his advises and watching all his pictures...he was encouraging me still. His words will live on in my heart. He lives on in my heart. I love him so much more than any limitations that our human vocabulary puts on emotions. This upcoming Fathers Day...I may not have my dad here on Earth, but I can celebrate him from my little spot on Earth. I know, without a doubt, that my dad is in heaven. And just like he always made everything on Earth here, pretty for me....he is up in heaven making it pretty for me. And my life will never be the same without him. But I want to go forward in the rest of my life...living each day to the fullest, in honor of my dad.
Being strong is the only choice I have. My dad was strong. I am his baby....I can be strong too. My dad is, was, and will always be my hero. I cannot say much more, because my eyes have cried more than they ever have, my heart hurts more than it ever has, and the feelings inside are ones I cannot even describe in words. My Grandma always said: PAIN IS INEVITABLE MISERY IS OPTIONAL This pain in life is inevitable. But my dad wouldn't want me to miserable. I can hear my dad, in my mind, telling me that "You can do it! You're strong!" Oh dad! I love you so dearly... And as my precious friend told me, "sometimes God takes things from our Earthly grasp, so that we may fix our gaze unto heaven".... I don't even know if this sounds good, makes sense, or anything...but I want to thank you all for your outpouring of love, kind thoughts, caring words.... that have truly felt like drops of love on my heart that has felt crushed beyond repair. My dad is so happy in heaven...and I can't wait until I run into his arms again. Oh what a great day that will be. Until then, his words, love and encouragement will be the wind beneath my wings... I am thankful that I have my Heavenly Father (God) and that I have my Father in Heaven (My Dad) ...they are home...and are waiting for me. At this time I don't care about anyone...all of that seems so unimportant and so meaningless. I don't know when I'll feel back to my life- it may be sooner because my dad was so proud of how I could encourage others, but after I write this, I feel like I can't say when because my heart still hurts. I will celebrate today, this little Earthly celebration of our fathers...because I know my dad is smiling and knows how much I love him up there in Heaven...
My dad always said, "You are my real hero you will me after me.Dad, you were the best dad in the world and now in Heaven.... there is no other son that loves his father more than I love you, your loving one Kamran Shaukat (I am even very proud to write your name with me) - PLEASE PRAY FOR MY FATHER MAY ALLAH GRANT HIM A HIGHEST RANK IN JANNAH
Please!Keep me remember in your prayers.