Tribute to ABAH

I still having a mixture of feelings due to the passing of my dad. I do not expect my last visit with my father a few weeks ago before I left for Copenhagen - is our last meeting.

He was very different. He got too close to me, too attach. I could not believe, my father had agreed to follow us wherever we went in Kedah. In fact, he had not even refused a cup of coffee that I offered to him.

I have known my father as a quiet and gentle man. In my life, had scolded me for once - when I was taking his money without his knowledge. Until now I'm still afraid to take an item without the owner's permission. It was a great life lesson, I think.

I still remember when I was a kid. I was trying to cheat while performing Asr prayers. I did not realize that my father was watching me. In the evening, my father called me. He asked me to accompany him for Maghrib prayer.

After we finished the prayers, he said, "This is how we pray."

I think he is having good time with my late mak, now. hehe

 Abah, I (we) always love you.