Letters to God.........:)




Dad... I know you are pretty much tied up in your schedules. You have to take care of so many lives around you. I am really proud of whatever you do for the welfare of humanity. Amidst, you always forget that you have a daughter who also needs a smidge of your time.

It's OK... You know I made a solution out of that... I write to make myself feel right by your side. This way deep down I hope you are listening to me. That feeling is just enough to cope up with at times.
Today, I felt like sharing a word with you, so I am writing again. An imaginary world consumes me when I imagine you laughing out loud even to the stupidest things I blurt out. Daddy, last weekend, was a dance competition at school and I urged you to accompany me and you said, " I will be there for sure sweety". During my performance, my eyes were scanning you all over but didn't show up. The program was over and children were running for their parents, parents were appreciating their kids and embosoming them for their efforts, I simply looked around and sighed out while waiting for the car you sent to pick me up. You really are a good daddy, I know, by the ocean of care and tender you carry within you.

You eventually had an urgent meeting to deal with so you could not make for the contest. But you left with my favorite ice cream and chocolate pudding. That was so lovingly caring of you.

Similarly, you missed my high school graduation, my birthdays, and all that really mattered to me. But on the other hand, I never forget inviting you to everything that came in my way.

Daddy, these thunderstorms scare me to death at nights and I end up lying awake in my bed for hours, can you came and make me sleep, daddy?? Next thing in my room, a huge pillow named "Daddy" having a hand in it, I could cuddle up into. I love you so much daddy, that pillow became my world indeed, it filled my lonesomeness and drenched me with happiness.

Daddy, I m totally confused about what college I should go for??? Next, I could see a counselor walking me through the list of top colleges. Woah!! It seemed so fancy... O daddy you are just too good.

Every time I needed you and your support you had a brilliant substitute to handle the situation. I am a grown-up now and as habits linger with time. The habit of writing to you has become a part of my life now. I hardly remember the last time I talked to you in person, it seemingly seems decades seeing you. I just want to say... I miss you... I miss you as my daddy.....!!!!

#AfrinFatima

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