Happy Birthday to My Beloved Father – A Tribute to him
Yesterday was the birthday for my beloved biological father. I almost forgot about his birthday. In the afternoon while I was meeting my deputy dean, then filling up something, looking at the date of yesterday, I finally remembered…Oh gosh…It’s my father’s birthday.
After that I called him to wish him happy birthday. But no answer. Then I SMS him. We should have gone for a dinner which is a normal practice to celebrate whoever’s birthday. However, the kids have tuition at night. So, we postponed it to today’s afternoon. We’ll be treating my father for lunch.
My father is 30 years old older than me. That means he got me when he was 30 years old, a year after he got married with my mother. That means it’s easy to calculate his age. If I am 30 years old, he is 60 years old. When I’m 35 years old, he is 65 years old. This year, I’m 36 years old that means he is 66 years old.
My father is everything to me. My mother is also everything to me. Both of them are crucially important to me.
However this post is dedicated to my father. He is so special. He is not just a father, he is a friend, a supporter of me, place where I’ll seek help and assistant.
My father is an Arsenal supporter and Barcelona supporter as well. Every time my favourite team, Manchester United losses or got disappointed, he will either SMS or call me and wishes his condolences to me… haha…
My father is a regular visitor to the surau and mosque. He is the imam of the prayer at the surau at his housing area (taman). He will always go to the surau in whatever condition and situation.
My father will always help me in whatever matter. When we want to buy our very first house, he borrowed his money for us to make the down payment. When I got back to Malaysia after my degree (Bradford University UK), he already purchased a new car for me with the plate number is my own birthday – It’s 9576 which stands for 9th May 1976. I was very touched with it. I know my mother partially played her role in that matter as well.
I still remember when I was 15 years old. I drove a car and I was involved in a very serious accident. No need to elaborate about that bad tragedy here. I was devastated with the accident. My parents was very calm and patient in dealing with the accident. My father was fined by the victim of the accident. The car got damaged. However, my father and mother never scolded me. They just asked me to focus on my SRP which is now equivalent to PMR. Alhamdulillah, I managed to get 8A1 that time and went to the most prestigious boarding school in Malaysia after that. My father was so happy and proud of me that time. I can see it in his eyes.
I still recall a situation where I was called and interrogated in the Indonesian immigration because my passport expiry was less than 6 months. I never expected that. I was trapped in the room for more than 30 minutes and the officer asked me to leave Indonesia or pay a hefty amount of money. I was puzzled and pressured. I don’t know what to do or how to react. Soon, my father with his batik and songkok attempted to enter the room. He helped me, explained to a bunch of officers and later on I was finally released. He saved me.
I also remembered the situation where I received the offer letter to study abroad. He was very excited and happy. I know he was really proud of me and as the eldest I managed to display some good example
I think that’s enough for now. I cannot repay anything that my father has done to me. He is simply the best father around.
p/s: This entry was written in the Pusat kesihatan (health center) while waiting for my wife’s pregnancy test today.