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My dad is like no other
Written by Hossam Badrawi
The “Dreamers of Tomorrow” youth aroused my feelings when they asked me why we do not celebrate Father’s Day as we celebrate Mother’s Day in Egypt. The kind young woman said: My father is my ideal, and if it were not for him, I would not be who I am. What’s the story of Father’s Day, Doctor?
I said: Historically, the first person who came up with the idea of dedicating a day to honor the father was Mrs. Sonora Lewis from Michigan State in 1909. Sonora wanted to honor her father, who single-handedly raised his six children after his death Her mother submitted a petition recommending dedicating a day to celebrate the father, and this petition was supported by a large number of groups, and June 19 was allocated to celebrate the fathers in her city, and this custom spread later in the United States and in other countries.
All countries of the world celebrate Father’s Day on different days
Most Arab countries, including Egypt, celebrate this day on June 21.
In Surat Al-Isra, the Qur’an says:
And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him, and do good to parents. Either one of them or both of them reach old age with you. Do not say to them a ‘ff’, and do not scold them, but speak to them an honorable word.
That is, God Almighty came to the parents next to worship Him. Taking care of them and celebrating them is our duty, not on a particular day, but on all days.
The young woman said: You told us a lot about your mother, but we did not hear you talk about your father. What was yours and how did it affect you?
I said:
By what do we measure the value of a person in life, a question that resonated in my mind while I remember my father on Father’s Day after your question, so do I grieve or rejoice…
When mentioned after losing it!
Do I grieve for his absence from my sight, mind, and heart? Do I grieve for the absence of his wisdom, justice, and love? Do I grieve for my loneliness for his smile, tenderness, and care? Do I grieve for my loss of his voice and his distinctive kiss?
Do I grieve for all of that, or do I rejoice and be happier for this father, grandfather, great-grandfather, aunt and uncle? I am happier for him and I hope that I will be for my children as he was for me. The happiest person who enriched every member of his family, old and young, boy and girl, enriched us with his mind, justice and wisdom, gave us without limits and without restrictions, gathered us around him and brought us together with ourselves, and made the word family a meaning, form and identity.
Happier for him and for us, for a man whose whole life, without exception, was continuous giving and free and innovative thought, a man who carried responsibility for everyone around him, without hesitation or complaint since he was a ten-year-old child.
Happiest for him and for us, he was our father and we are proud of what he instilled in us of love and respect for work, of closeness to God without noise or appearances, of justice and integrity as if they were the fabric of life without effort being made, of the ability to forgive and be generous with others, and I wish I could be like him Or part of what he represented to us throughout his life.
Am I happier and happier when I see around his memory all this love and respect from everyone who worked with him and everyone who met him..
My father, my daughter, was an example that we see in his love for his wife, my mother, and his eyes always look at her with kindness and tenderness, and he advises us one by one to take care of her and be close to her and respect her desire, and each of us repeats to himself, and every man among us says to his brother how he loves her with so much love, and each one says From the family to her husband, I hope she will be like him or even a part of it. The head of a family makes every young and old, man and woman, see him as their hope, example and role model, even in the simplest matters of life.
I browse through the life of this family in its vastness, opening horizons before us and achieving for it all that it dreamed of when we were young, and made for us a position in society that allows each one of us to launch his personal hopes from this position, gathering this family in pleasure, entertainment, travel, seeing the world and openness to it, how many times Every young and old had a place with him, somewhere in the whole world.
A man who made the pursuit of knowledge in this family and the seriousness in obtaining it and prioritizing it an integral part of our lives and even motivated us and our children with support and support. A man who made doing good and his ongoing charity a hidden part in the life of each one of us, we believe in him… from him, and we work for him… with him.
A man who made Saturday every week a holiday that we strive for with an unprecedented amount of love. He tied every young and old in the family together with a bond of genius, beautiful, visible and hidden… His place among us, his sitting in front of us, and his vision of us, was and always will be a memory like no other in the world. Our life
May God keep his memory alive among us…
And he gave us the ability to be like
He has no equal, my daughter.
She said: With tears in her eyes, I wish every son and daughter would see their parents with your all-encompassing look and love.
I said: Every father and every mother for their children have no equal. So let’s celebrate them in their lives, and return the favor to them, not only on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, but every day of our lives.
