My sister sent me pictures today of Eid around 3 years back, when I saw the picture I had mixed feelings. Happiness surrounded with deep sadness.  In three years of time this all happened, it seemed like just yesterday. In the picture, my father seemed healthy, he was overweight tho but he seemed fine. As I remembered how skinny and tired he is now, I hated the pictures because it reminded me of what my dad is going through.
I always think about this positively, that this sickness has brought us together and made my dad open up to us, since before he was the type that kept everything to himself. Whereas now, we see him almost al of the time and he tells us how he feels. Maybe he has become moody, but I don’t blame him. Battling his disease on his own, knowing that it could either go well or simply fail isnt easy. Specially when the ill person has Children, no matter how old they are. I can see how dad worries about us, how he constantly makes sure that we are fine and that we are happy in our lives.  I also always remind my self that this could be a way to erase a person’s sin. I really love my dad, ever since I grew up, i have  become attached to him more although we have had our differences.
  Not a day goes by without me thinking about my father, how I am far that if anything happens I wouldnt be there on time. I want to be close to him all the time, I want him to know that I care alot and that I am here for him. When I see him, I realize that we should be thankful for our health, that even if we get tired from an illnes it’s nothing compared to his sickness and what he is going through.

Pray for my father,

 May Allah Cure My Father & All Muslims from Their Sickness. Ameen!