My dad never just told me I could do anything—he made me believe it.
He celebrated every achievement, no matter how small. He trusted me with his accounts even before I reached high school. He asked for my opinion on important decisions and made me feel that my thoughts mattered.
He never expected me to serve anyone—before or after marriage. Instead, he taught me self-respect, confidence, and independence. In his eyes, I was the smartest person he knew, and being compared to me was the highest compliment he could give.
When I moved to Byndoor, he didn't just encourage me from afar. He came there, helped me understand village life, and stood beside me as I learned to build a new life. He cared for Rayyan and Farheena with a love and dedication that only a grandfather like him could give.
When I started selling soft toys, he was right there with me—setting up stalls before anyone else arrived, welcoming early visitors, and proudly making the first few sales. He never stood behind me. He stood beside me.
No matter where life took me, my dad was always there.
I don't need Father's Day to remember him. The values he gave me, the confidence he built in me, and the principles he lived by are present in everything I do, every single day.
Today and every day, I carry a part of him with me.
Forever grateful. Forever your daughter.
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