Day 23: Khudhafiz Bapu

Guest blogger: DadI am a very humble person, and find it very hard to find the words to thank God for everything I have been blessed with.  My mom passed away when I was very young. I could not imagine what I would go through without my mom.  My father could have married again but he did not, because of us (my brothers, sister and me).When I was getting ready to leave for England for further studies in Mechanical Engineering, my father assured me that things would continue as is, that he would not remarry, and that I should prepare myself for the long journey ahead.  I was 20 years old.   I remember so clearly the day when I said khudhafiz to my “Bapu” (father) – September 17, 1955, 7:30 pm.  I was so surprised that he came to the platform to say good bye, even though he was in a wheelchair.I don’t have enough words to pay gratitude to God that he made me strong enough and brave enough to face the world all by myself.   Now I am well settled, and my children are well educated and settled. I have a wonderful, God-fearing, very helpful wife.  I thank God again and again, and leave my most valuable personal possessions in His hands.Day 23; Gratitude 23: Strength