A TRIBUTE TO MY LATE DAD, HAMZAH BIN MAWI.

Three years ago, at this time, this moment, I was in the hospital. In the waiting room after doctor told us that my dad passed away. Relatives, close friends, everyone came down to pay their last respect to my dad. Who would have thought? When people tol me how great a guy he is, I cried even louder. Who doesn't know? Only I was blind to see that. Relationship with dad was good till I reach my teenage time. Fun fairs, rollercoaster ride, a ride on a motocycle atound the carpark, ice-cream treats, and everything else. Those times ): how I miss those time. At this time three years ago, I was busy crying my heart out and roaming around the hospital at night, alone, aimlessly. What should I do now that my dad is gone? Forever. While roaming around, I also knew that I only have thirty- five minutes left before my dad is brought to the 'human-fridge'; mortuary. Fast right? Can't even see him any longer. I dint even stay in the holding room. Why? Why didn't I even stay and look at him for a little longer for the last time? Is it because I can't stand him? No. Because I've no more tears left for him. I love you dad. I went home looking at the bed, the food he brought home from work, the newspaper left open on the table and the cup. I imagined him sitting at his private spot laughing and talking with us. His smile, his look. All lingers around me. Everything just come and go. Like the wind.
To be continued,.
I'll post about what happen on the sixteenth three years ago tomorrow. Please do come back.





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