My guardian angel.

Your blood will flow in my veins

until the end of me.

I will contain your strength in my body

until there is no more left.

Your smile, I would wear on my face

as something that I can share.

I will forever remember your hands

that has for many times held mine.

Your kindness, I will follow suit

for as long as I shall live.

Your patience, I will try to practice

just like how you have been patient with us.

Your silent wisdom, I will try to achieve

by reading, just like how you have taught us since we were young.

I could find a thousand substitutes to you;

but no one could ever replace you.

However, if Allah has set that I will find

someone like you

on the face of the earth,

therefore, Papa,

my life might just be perfect again.

If I could find a mirror of you,

I might have just found my guardian angel;

because you are the only one I could trust

to protect me.

I wish, I pray,

whoever I might love someday

be it as a friend, as a family, or as a forever after

they would be just like you.

You, Papa,

my guardian angel.

Happy

what could have been your

60th

glorious

birthday.

Al-Fatihah.

A random memory.

In a memory so vivid, I remember

a stroll, together.

Maybe, one day, we could go

in the morning, when it is calm and cool.

Or in the evening, with its warmth and peace.

Or perhaps in the night; under the moon and the stars.

Distance will pull us apart,

but time will eventually bring us back together.

However far we may be

even if a few of us may have different time zones than the rest

remember that we still live under the same glorious sky.

And I pray

that He will be looking out for you.