Monday, 24 December 2012


I found his journal about our Europe tour. The journey took 43 days. He joked that it was like Hajj journey.

Looking at his handwritings bring thousands bittersweet memories. Like I could never receive any cards from him again. Or any sms, or any calls.

I remember clearly each experiences that we had together. He was an ardent history lover, while Mum and I both are enthuastic shoppers.

But what I remember most is: he hugged me tightly when he first arrived at Stansted Airport, and when he was about to leave Durham, in the Newcastle Airport.

And I cried damn hard on the way back home. I didn't know why, as I was about to go back to Malaysia for data collection in late July.

Ah, I miss him. Always. Alfatihah to my beloved Dad.

1 comment:

Enno said...

Al-fatihah for your Abah :)

by the way, silakan kalau mau pinjam tulisan saya, Nur. jangan lupa source-nya saja.