8 june 2019.
1.06 am.
From heart.

Dear papa,
Again life us taking back to some those hurtful days which can never be forget. Again life is showing the real faces of the people i began to trust. Again I'm facing no, not only me but we, we all are again facing the loss which brought only tears in eyes. The loss of respect, love, dignity. Again the mask from people's face is removing showing their real colour to us making our heart arch.  Again we are trying to fight against them but truly papa we felt so alone. I feel so alone.

Why a father is needed the most? Because of the money  the facilities he provides you? Because of the shelter he gave you? Because of the love he gives with you? No, but it is itself provides you a shield. The father becomes the sheild for his children showeribg his love on them making them smile fulfilling their wishes but behind that sheild a child feel so much secure which he can't know until he loss that sheild and papa I've lost you. We've lost you. We've lost that shield which always protected us from this world but now we are fighting alone.  It irritates us, frustrate us, makes us angry when others talk hurts us and we juat can't do anything but to shed tears in helplessness but i know you're there looking at us making dua for us in front of Alah (SWT) but still,still papa ji your kiran misses you so so so much that i wish that i could bring you back to our lives so that the emptiness of our life could be fulfilled. So that you could be our shield protecting us but see you've made us brave that we're fighting with our problems by ourselves but my mama is getting weak papa. I can't see her like this. Breaking and in tears. It hurts. Really hurts. I can't see my siblings in tears even on their happy days. But I'm.  I wish i just wish that you could return to us. I wish. I wish.

I misses you Abu g.

May Allah bless you and may your soul rest in peace.

Your daughter.
Kiranhafeez.