Father and child do not see Eye to Eye but they feel heart to heart.
A father is a blessing who loves his child for who he is, except for who he is striving to become. He is the one who listens, suggests, defends, supports, encourages, struggles, admires in every walk of life.
He is none other than a Strenghtful Papa.
The one who holds my little and curved fingers when I was a child, when the world was unknown to me, when I was unaware of words, did not know emotions, could not set attires, unable to make relationships, could not identify the festivals. Since that time, he always celebrated every event with me, ignoring his wishes; started dreaming for me, knew all my needs without waiting for me to speak up.
He is none other than My Protective Papa.
The one who always hugged me coming from the office. Not a single act of mine went without his notice. Hung my bag while dropping at school. Helped me in my studies and made me super cool. Taught me never to break a rule, and be polite even to those who are cruel, slept on one side for the whole night yet given me the comfort of the wool.
He is none other than My Loving Papa.
The one who held my hands when I was small, made me realized that I am his doll, grabbed me when I used to fell, supported me in doing all the well. Fill up my hands no matter his own hands were empty. Fulfilled my demands though his own pocket had a shortage of plenty.
He is none other than My Caring Papa
He made me Princess, He made me a fairy,
And given his shelter when I was scared.
The faith he showed in me when I was stepping the stairs,
Helped me know deep down, by his hugs and prayers.
He really cared and assured me that it will be better,
Also made my belief, that Allah is Greater.
No matter, now when your hair is snowy white.
And Thick glasses help your sight.
Having Shaky hands to grab things,
Still, you mean superior to kings.
If I could get wings and fly,
Would make your every wish glorify.
May Allah give you Health
Because you are my Wealth.
Written by: Miss Saima Javed