WHEN the mirror is broken you no longer see yourself. Father, you were the mirror at which I looked at myself and now that you are gone my life is so empty that I feel it in my soul. My solace is the fact that you live a righteous life. Every moment of your life is like a book on a path toward heavenly bliss. Father when I close my eyes the image of you is all I see…! On the 15th of February 2020,21 Jumada II 1441 A.H., Upon receiving the news of my father’s passing away. I immediately…
Author: Khadija Abubakar
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