I just had a dream about him last night. he was in the hospital, perfectly happy healthy he looked great to me... he was annoyed at being kept there for so long..he needed to get up, get to work, get out of that dreadful dreary room but those stupid doctors were keeping him for no reason. then me and him decided to sneak out... i un-hooked all those horrid IVs gushing poison into my daddy he sprung up off the bed and we ran out of there before those monstrous nurses could get us... i woke up thinking he was home, in his room, probably getting ready to go to work... imagine my dismay when i realized that was so from the truth...
And it's funny that i only remember him happy and healthy i have very little recollection of how he looked when he was sick. being the deranged person that i am, i took pictures of him during that time but i can't bring myself to look at them...i only want to see him in my mind's eye as he always was- strong, sweet and happy...
Madiha, I had no idea. I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. I mean I don't even know what to say. Nothing sounds okay. You're a strong girl. I never saw you looking the part at school.
ReplyDeleteI'll remember your dad in my prayers, inshAllah. And if at school, you ever ever need anyone to talk to I'm always there. Even if I wont let you talk and do the talking myself. And even though im really mean to maryam zahoor I'm a nice person. Haha.
xx