I don’t know how to start this whole script yet I choose to write this particular letter dedicated to My Beloved “Abbu”, 2 years past I met Fajar she was one of a kind of a lady, and she took me to the next level where I could see the goodness and greatest of the Lord, I learned the real meaning of Kalma “ La ilaha Ill lal la hoo Muhammad ur rasool allah”, what greater gift that be in life, and the words I am to write are the shortest yet the most profound scripts of my life in the past 2 years of my beautiful existence as a Muslim, I believe God brought Fajar in my Life for a greater reason and greater purpose, I always wanted to meet her Mum and Dad, and she always said me in hope and faith “BABA” we are taking baby steps, I kept on waiting with high faith, and believed in Allah mian raza.
I seriously don’t know what to write next, every word I am writing is tearing me apart, yet this whole process was a life changing moment for me, I saw death taking life right from my hands, I still can’t stop myself Imagining that Allah blessed me only with a few hours of “Khidmat” for “Abu”.
I realized the true meaning of promise and responsibility in that person, I saw the Face of God in that man’s righteous eyes, and many would not agree to this thought.
A few months past when I told my mother about Fajr she said this is what I can do for you , you will never see me and my husband’s face on or funeral and you are forbidden to come or if try to attend we shall take serious notice against you. I was absolutely quiet and I said Thank you if that is what Allah wants.
And yet Allah mian blessed me with this blessing of “Khidmat” of “Abu”, the truth is it was my destiny to be with him at that time, holding his hands and we bonded in that particular time, like he never heard of me he never knew I existed or was a part of her Daughters life, his righteousness reflected at that time when he by himself held my hand and held it with such firm grip that I felt his warmth and his love, How can someone be so kind and loving and so accepting in such a time like that. I can never be like him, but when I was having this thought in my head he looked so deep into my eyes regardless of the condition he was in, he spoke right into my heart and this is what I heard his eyes speaking – we can never be like each other yet we can do things better and make peace around us, and my lips spoke her name, and he looked right up the selling of the room and then looked straight at me, and we had this conversation for almost 15 minutes, ever single minute I spent with “Abu “ is written in my heart and I can never forget those 15 minutes of silent heart to heart conversation we had, I shared my feelings for Fajar with him and he never doubted it, how could he not doubt He is not God, but yet God lived inside of him and he saw what we both shared, I wish I could talk to him more, I feel blessed that I shared the good deeds Fajar shared with me, and all that She stood with me and how grateful she was to Him for everything, so many things happening in such a little time, and Today he was in the Hands of his Mehboob and Then I was at peace, and He is in the highest point in heaven.
She said, “Aj hum yateem ho gai baba” I told her no, “I too am yateem today”
my parents already have abandoned me they have rejected me as their son.
Allah mian tera karam hai kai tou ney mjhy aik baita aik damad aik naukar banany ka poora mauka dia… Mery is naiki ka ajar Fajar aur uss kai khandan ko atta kar… Yeh meri duwa hai… aameen