Saturday 16/November/2024 – 03:54 PM
Although my beloved father was born in the fall, the life calendar is often more truthful and more realistic than it, so my father’s birth was like the spring in which the lives of those around him flourished, and many of the feelings that he bestowed on everyone who knew him “in the autumn of days.” “It was spring.”
My father is that brave hero who faced the fires of life alone, and continues to face them tirelessly. He was the light of our lives despite the darkness of life, like a candle that burns. It does not complain of pain or show sadness, but it is a shining lamp for those who accompany it.
61 years of humanity
The greatest description I can use to describe him is that he is a “human being” at a time when humanity is rare and has disappeared. I am not flattering with this description because he is my father, my role model, the crown of my head, and my life’s companion. Rather, I am describing the human being that I know everything about, I know his secrets, which are the greatest and most important in status. From its appearance, it seems to everyone that it is optimal. If you know that it is optimal, then there is something that you do not know. What is much more optimal than that.
I am not often helpless when I decide to uncover the cover of my pen to start expressing something, but by God, I do not feel as helpless as I feel now. My heart is overwhelmed with many feelings that shake it, but I am unable to reveal what is in it, or express it in a way that suits its value… Why not? The beauty of what is described has reached every description, and the extent of what is intended has named every intention.
It is true that if a person were to choose his parents, he would not have chosen with that divine precision, which is the greatest of God’s blessings upon me and all of my family.. “Fatherhood” is not sufficient for gratitude, nor can it be forced by closeness, nor is it a bounty that the world cannot accommodate, and an elevation that cannot be matched by a position.
Nothing makes me sad like his sadness, nothing hurts me like his pain, and I am not happy unless my joy precedes his joy.. He is my warmth; When the days get colder, and my shade; When her heat is severe.. By God, I love my father, and I love whoever loves my father, and I hate whoever hates my father, and I will never forgive anyone who hurt him, even with a word, even if he does not care about it.. Perhaps the word “You look like your father” is the most beautiful word that has ever come to my ears. It has a special taste, sweeter than Abdel Wahhab’s melodies, fresher than Umm Kulthum’s voice, stronger than Heikal’s prose, and more impactful than Shawqi’s verses.
He is the only human being in this life; What I hope is that my life will be taken for his life, and my health will be taken for his well-being, and I always pray to God that his time will not precede mine. If it were up to me, I would stop the hands of the time clock. I never moved for him.
O you who lived your life avoiding worry and calamity
I will compose poetry in praise of you from a starting point… that goes beyond the full moon, the stars, and the meteors.
If my ink in the land of poetry is exhausted and my eagerness is exhausted!.. the spring of loyalty in the heart will not be quenched or dried up.
They said: Come, who do you mean by this hair of yours? I said: I mean my father. He was blessed with that father.
Every year, my father, goodness to every year. Every year, my father is with us, healthy in body, without any complaints or sadness. Every year, my father is closer to God, and obedience is more lasting, and disobedience is farther away. Every year, he is the lamp of our path, and the scale of truth in our lives.
Happiness for my father and for everyone who loves my father and has goodness for my father in his heart.
