Truestory baby brother relates he received a call from one of my daddys students mentioning to him that in 1985 his daddy went on Hajj and at that time our daddy was his madressa teacher. He and his brother was literary in tears, not because my daddy hit them, because my daddy would hit the board if they were not concentrating on their lesson, as that time my daddy was teaching them the duah to read when Hujaaj leaves their home. Now imagine that was 29 years ago, and today he still remembers the duah and will never forget my late daddy and he relates his madressa days to his children. Allah hoe akbar imagine the chain of duahs for my late daddy. How I miss my daddy dearly, how I miss hearing his voice, how I miss his guidance, how I miss seeing him sitting with the Quran, how I miss putting my head on his lap, how I miss our home, especially in Ramadan. Allah knows best. May Allah grant my daddy, my mommy, my brother and all deceased Jannatul Firdous Aameen.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 09:21:15 +0000
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