أحزان كوستاوية: بكري الحلو (واشنطون/ اربزونا) في ذمة الله

All This was my last day with my dad 3/20/2021 - ten days after my wedding.
I was saying bye to him, my mom, and sister as I was moving to London. When he got sick,
I flew AZ as soon as I could. He told me I shouldn't have flown out because he was
getting better and I shouldn't worry. Allah is the best of planners.

Growing up, my dad was my dad. He was an authoritative figure that was responsible for me,
three of my siblings, and mother and he did a darn good job at it.
SubhanAllah, it wasn't until a couple of years ago that I began to get to know him.
As kids you sometimes don't see your parents as people; people who cry,
who make mistakes, who don't know all the answers. People who are imperfect.
If theres one thing I learned, it's that I am grateful for the friendship we created, the "unconditional love" (ya golu),
and the trust we had for one another.
My dad and I, we had an unspoken bond, partially because we not only look alike, but we are alike in character.

My companion and my inspiration, Abubakr Bashir Bilal, my baba has passed away 1/1/1960 - 4/28/2021.
I am confident he is in the good hands of the Almighty Allah (swt). Allah Yirhamak w yagfir leyk.

انا لله وانا اليه راجعون

May Allah give us in this world strength - you, baba, are a hard one to grieve.
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