Happy Father's Day, Cikgu Mad

Dad had a hard life.

His parents passed away when he was 3, and since then, he was taken care by his 2 sisters.

Life was not easy. Working at the paddy field was treacherous, so he decided to change his life, for the better.

Dad walked a thousand miles, or more, to school. He braved the odds.

He went to KSAH, then to SAS, then to UM. He traveled the world, Japan, Kashmir..India, the UK..INdonesia..Thailand..He loves everything about the world's history, and he's a Math genius.

But all he wanted to do, was teach. He got offered numerous high positions within the government, PTD..and all the glamorous positions, but all he wanted to do, was teach.

He is a good teacher.

He raised us fiercely and with passion and love, to him, for us, the sky is the limit. We walked the world fearlessly, like he did in his younger days. We lived boldly, under his care.

Dad never raised a finger at me. But if he raised his voice an octave higher, i would feel bad all day, but he never let me feel bad for more than 4 hours. I think he feels guilty kot.

But he still faces a lot of challenges, till now. When brother passed away, he was so cool about it. But mom told us, he woke up in the middle of that nite and wandered off to brother's grave, and stayed there until Subuh, reciting the Quran. Mom kept him company for each night. Begitulah kasih sayang ibubapa kepada anak, sampai ke mati.

I hate to see him cry. It sends shivers down my spine, to see the strongest man in my life broke down like a 7 years old kid who's fallen off the bike.

He has to care for my mother, who mysteriously fell ill after brother passed away, but is keeping it together. He still takes care of my sister, who is married. To him, both of us are still little girls.

He buried his son.

He is the strongest man in my life.

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