One of my office colleague’s father recovering Heart Bypass surgery and will be discharging from Tabba Heart Centre in next couple of days. Being his colleague and a person having little knowledge about Cardiologists and Heart disease hospitals in Karachi I tried to guide him to my fullest. His father admitted to the same hospital where my father was. We had good experience with the Tabba Heart Centre as my father’s angioplasty was performed there but later his health kept deteriorating and after a year he left us.
When I see patients recovering from Heart diseases questions like if my father could be saved. What actually went wrong always strike my mind? Although we consulted top doctors, took him to consultants on time but each passing day brought more stress to me and my family. Country’s Pacemaker specialist was not in a favor of installing pacemaker to him at all. Others were not taking guarantee of success making situation more perplexed.
And one day it was revealed to me that Abbu will live for almost a month only. This was the day I cried a lot as I was feeling helpless, as a last resort I looked at God for miracle but he too was not in a mood to change plan for the man who spent his entire life helping others.
As the year of mourning has passed, I came more close to my father, remember him every day as the times we shared. To build our future he spent major portion of his life in Saudi Arabia without us but when he rejoined us in Pakistan he couldn’t get a chance to witness his most loving son prospering. He always stressed on our education and hard work as according to him nobody would come to help us once he won’t be amongst us. Being eldest I was given special lectures on phone and letters by Abbu.
While watching pictures of an event on Facebook my sister reminded me that I was standing in Abbu’s like posture with both hands in pocket. Those relatives who talk to me on phone often resemble my voice with Abbu’s. I get his look on my face while smiling.
On every moment of my life I relive memories shared with Abbu or I just don’t want to get rid of them.
Like the son, who derives his essence from his father, the soul’s essence always stays bound to its source, God above. And like the son, who is connected to his father even before he is born, the soul at the outset of its journey back to God is already one with its Father.
I like to feel connected with Abbu this way. He may not be me but I am with him. I wish to meet him in life hereafter, I know it sounds silly but I just can’t help desiring of it.
Hope God will consider my little prayer.