It’s been one year of Lunar calendar (hijri calender) since I lost my beloved father (21st September 2012 A.D/23rd Shawwal 1432 A.H). My feelings for him are beyond words, neither can I try to put them so… But here are a few haiku which came to my mind. In these Haiku, what, or whom, I call my Umbrella is my dad. To my father, a very loving, caring, humble, and always smiling kind of person…
Summer scorches me,
I wish I could have held on
To my Umbrella.
From sun and from storms,
Keeping me safe and sound. You
were the Umbrella!…. (which I lost)”
Written: 10th September 2012.
I wish I could have held on to my Umbrella,… The reason to put it so is, I wasn’t there with him when he passed away. I was in Karachi, Pakistan. Getting our house in a shape which one might call home, he sent me one month earlier on this errand. He was to fly to Karachi on an air-ambulance on 23rd September(2 days from then). My family had also got tickets booked for that very day as well, in case he was well enough to fly. He was fighting cancer. I never say cancer got him, or won. For it still was my father who won. I think every cancer patient wins, whether they survive or not. Because when they have passed away, though their body might contain cancer, their soul rises pure. It is soul what matters and thus, cancer always loses in the end.
~Umer Iftikhar Ahmed Ibn-e-Syed Iftikhar Ahmed.
~Umer Iftikhar Ahmed s/o Syed Iftikhar Ahmed.
Photo Credits: Rain, 1957, by Oswaldo Goeldi