A tribute to my father

By Munira Khan Green Road, Dhanmondi, Dhaka
16 January 2005, 18:00 PM
My father left this world forever (may Allah rest his soul in peace) on December 26, 2004 in a city hospital. he died so peacefully without making any fuss, even my sister and I , who were standing very near his bed talking to the doctor, could not realise that he had left us. It was a matter of seconds. It was typical of my father. He never gave anybody any trouble, never liked to bother, never did he beat any of his children or anybody for any reason whatsoever. There were no slang words in his dictionary. He was a father--caring, loving and dedicated to his children and wife. He was not rich in material terms but very rich in qualities--honest, soft-hearted, religious, gentle and what not? To us he was an angel, who brought us up in his warm shawl in winter mornings and 'Tal Pakhan' in his hand fanning in hot summer nights. Twice a day he used to go to mosque for prayers with a stick in his hand. His self-confidence would not allow anybody to accompany him.

What other tributes I can offer to my great father than to say that anybody in this world would have been proud to have an exemplary "Father" like him who tried to teach his children to be nice to everybody.