Dad

He is not the one who gives birth to you

but his voice has directed you to Allah at your first coming in the world...     AllahuAkbar

He can’t look after you every single time

But he never forgets you in every praying he does

You never listen his crying because he wanna look strong

So you are sure to hold his arm and lie down on  his chest when you are unsafe.

He never hugs you tightly because he is afraid his love isn’t able to release you

                                                                                                                                                                             (Is taken from  video “ love for Dad: diterjemahkan ke English)

     Suddenly, I remembered my dad some days ago. May be I missed him a lot (eh, jadi curcol deh,hehe). Because he always appears in my mind lately,then I decided to write a moment of mine with him tonight.

     At the time was my first year in junior high school.  One day, I helped my mother cleaning a small garden in front of our house. I threw a stack of  grass , then I was stambled by egg plant tree which has been cut. I fell down and I found my right hand is sprained. My mother brought me to our neighbour  because she is able to treat well sprain. “there is nothing to worry, your daughter’s hand bone has been ok”.  My neighbour said.

It had been a week but I still couldn’t move my hand. My dad said we had to look for another masseur. Every morning in a month, my dad picked me up to masseur. There was not a change. My father look for another one. He found and we went there. “ we need to break  your daughter’s hand  because her bone is still at the wrong place but tendon has filled the bone place”. That the next masseur said.

I realized that my father wasn’t a healthy person. He often threw up meal when he was eating. He suffered a stomach disorder . It was not good for him riding motorcycle in the early morning. But he still did it for me. He hold me tightly when the massaur massaging my hand. When I was truly in pain, he couldn’t  hold me. His thin body got lose by my movement but then he tried again to hold  me. It had been two months. My hand showed a bit progress. but I couldn’t hold up the pain.

My dad got information that there was a masseur in Sengkang (a capital region in South Sulawesi). He could massage well. The patient would not feel pain. We needed  three hours to get that place. My dad rent a car for a day. We met the masseur. He massaged my hand slowly. I was not crying again. He spread bee olive on my hand. He told me to bring that olive and train my hand to move at home.

Mom and dad helped me a lot training my hand. I could move it a bit more than before. My dad accompanied at the masseur. We didn’t find him at his house. His daughter said that he was in his garden. Dad asked some persons on the way there because we didn’t recognize well the place. Then, we knew that, the place was only could be reached by ojek. Alhamdulillah, we found ojek and we got the place. The old man massaged my hand. He said that we didn’t have to come again there. It was enough to train my hand at home.  Three months had passed.  I could use spoon for eating. Then, with a continued exercise, my hand has been recovered.

It was really a long pain. Million thanks to Dad because you never be tired staying on my side at the time. You see now, I  can  survive and earn money with this hand and of course I’ll  always raise this hand and pray for you. May allah gives you the best place in His side.  

Love your Dad as long as he is still beside you. One day, when you can’t see him anymore, I hope there is no regret because you’ve given your best as a child for him.