On that
table. . . face to face with your dad
Trembling
though his words reciting the du’a on our moment
Yet...man
to man....I just knew . . .
It was
a moment of truth for him
On
releasing his beloved daughter
To a
man . . . he barely knows
To a
man . . . just few occasions met
To a
man . . . a trust he will bestow
To a
man . . . he would call “son”
Sir . .
. I may not know you deep, yet do trust me . . .
Sir . .
. You may not seen us often, yet its ok . . .
Sir . .
. Though it may be sudden, yet please allow to say “dad”
Trembling
my feet were on the second you took my hand on the oath
I
realized it was nothing compared to the sheer trembling your hands were
Putting
his utmost trust to a complete stranger . . . his daughter’s fate
Sir . .
. I can’t promise wealth for your daughter, I can only put my best effort that
every money and rizq she takes would be of a halal source & method
Sir . .
. I can’t promise her an easy life ahead, I can only encourage & lead her
to be strong & face life full of gratitude whatever it is
Sir . .
. I can’t promise you daughter that she won’t ever cry, I can only put my blood
& sweat that her only tears would be those of joy
The
next few seconds . . . moments for every man
Determination
of a man
I took
the oath, not just for happiness, good & bounties
But for
every sin, bad & vice she brought
Sir . .
. please allow me . . . .
