a father who made a living

For you, Dad.

When I write the word Dad on this macroblog, it does not mean I'm ignoring my mother.
When I discussed my father, my mother knew that I was talking about the man who loved her. My mother also knew that I was talking about the man she loved.
When I discuss dad, my mom knows ..
That this shows the love expression of her daughter to the man she loves.

Daddy, I do not know how to start.
The tears of pride you have always drip when I know you're always trying to fulfill what we need. Obviously, I was able to see your back bowed exhausted. My mother's tears rolled when she saw this.

Father, I pray. If when all humans gathered in the mahsyar field later and then our family met again in the terrible nature of the afterlife. My prayer is that I want us to be together, hugging in the middle of billions of people later. Shake hands unattached. That's my top prayer, Daddy! this is a great hope of the family.

Dad, I beg you .. pray that we avoid the lust of the world trying to separate us later.
That makes each of us have trouble finding each other.
Where I might need millions of years to find you on a barren and hot land.

I love you father. And, hope springs. My daughter someday, will be protected both by my husband later. Until, my daughter will love my husband. As much as my daughter loves you. Dad, I love you so much