MY FATHER WENT HOME (EPISODE ONE)

 Almost three months ago my dearest abbu (May Allah have mercy on him) passed away leaving our entire family and friends shocked and devastated. I used to be a person who would imagine about the death of anybody (as its indeed promised to each one of us) but my father,  I would never ever think about that because oh well it wasn't an ordinary father- daughter relationship and as I had visualised my every future event /day with him standing by my side so how could even I dare to think like that yet my first thought towards all this was 'Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un' (To Allah we belong and to him we shall return) and that very moment I knew, my abbu went home Insha Allah.

Instead of getting upset till date, I find myself truly thankful that Allah chose him to be my father and let me have had him for as long as I did. No matter what situation Allah chooses the best for us and so I believe this was the best chosen time for him to go , also if Allah had not given me patience in that very moment I would have never handled the loss of my most favourite person.

P.S: I just read in a book that 'Only Allah belongs in the heart and the rest is a gift from Him that belongs in the hand only and the things that are on your hands are never really meant to stay forever' if these lines doesn't describe the above written paragraphs well tell me what does.