My dad is awesome.
I always against him back then. He wanted me to do this, but I wanted to do the other way round, and I did it the way I wanted. I was raised up in a family that strongly hold on a jemaah. Its a very good jemaah actually, but theres always this thought that made me think, by following this jemaah, why I cannot sustain and maintain being a better person, mantain to obey Allah and do what He wants us to do like praying on time, reading quran, fasting and so on.
So I went out from that 'world' my dad has been built since I was born and searching for the reason. And I found it. I found out that knowledge in doing something is very essential. I need to understand first before putting into action. I did comparative study ie comparative religion so that I can see the falsehood in other religion which made me more appreciate Islam.
My dad happy with my progress in religion but he didnt agree with me on reading the bible, focusly doing on dakwah to non-muslim, travelled here and there alone. Because in my family we have this understanding that the best place for women is in the house. That women cannot travel without mahram, women cant be friend with guys regardless of any reason, at all. Not appropriate for women to show themselves infront of society. And we must do islah to the muslim first. That kind of things.
I against him, again. I was trying to prove him that he was wrong. That I found something better. Till now, i was very upset with my response towards him. I should have understand his concern to me. I should. Right? T.T
But my dad is very awesome. One day he called me, and I thought He will said something that made me feels bad, made me feels that I am an ungrateful daughter or whatever. But instead it was, "Are you still who I raised you to be?"
My dad believes in religion, believes in his jemaah, and my dad is not a man who bends, but he bent for me because I am his daughter.
And now, after a lot of things happened in my life, I can see and really understand what he was trying to do. He was actually trying to protect me and I wish I could understand him better that time.
But i guess that its not too late for me to show my appreciation towards him. I know it is not enough, I know I cannot repay all his sacrifices and now he is getting older, I know its kinda late, however, all I can do is be the best daughter to him and pray to Allah for his blessing till i die.
I will come back this weekend, meet him and give my full time on him because he deserves that. Because he is my dad. He is my first hero. He is the first guy I knew in this world.
And because my dad is awesome and I love him so much.
