A father-daughter bond to cherish

It has been more than 6 months since my last post, which some of you may recall, was a desperate plea for help. Before proceeding any further, I would like to wholeheartedly thank each and every one of you for coming forward to help us. Those few weeks were the worst days of my life. Having an accident like that at home and losing a life in such a tragic way, even the mere thought of it gives me goosebumps. At a point, nothing seemed enough to justify why it happened. But in the end, life as it is has a way to move on. Scars heal.

And in the midst of all this, what really helped retain sanity and pulled me through, was my beautiful little angel. I am a father. Been one for the last 4 years. But I cannot even begin to describe being one to my little princess.

The adorable look that she gives when I walk into the room, the way she chuckles and throws out her arms, her chubby smile, her eyes and the peace I find when I look into them and the absolute heaven-like feeling when I hold her face next to mine.

I always thought I had gone through it all with Ibrahim. And being my first born, the experience I had with him could not be taken over. But all I have to do is hold Zainab close to me, whispering into her ears, rub her cheeks against mine, and I know this moment is going to be etched in my memory forever. Just me and my daughter. Not sure if a wise man said this before, but I am saying it, you’re not even close to being a complete man till you father a daughter.

Have often wondered what is so special between a father-daughter relationship? I know my little sister totally adores and worships my dad. But I do too. My dad is my hero. So what is it about her relationship that differs from mine? She always said its a father-daughter thing. You will not understand. Till a few weeks back, I did not. Just took her word for it. But I think I am beginning to get the drift now. Don’t think I’m going to question my dad anymore for his absolutely irrevocable and unconditional preference over his sons love to my sister. That’s the kind of father-daughter bond I’d like to have with Zainab. Unconditional. Irrevocable. Absolute.

Some day, Ibrahim will be old enough to read this. Old enough to understand? I am not sure. It took me all of 31 years. Hopefully, he’s smarter than his dad. But son, if you can’t, then don’t fret it. Deal with it like I did. And if you need an ego-massage, just click on the ‘Ibrahim’ tag of this very same blog.

I also have renewed respect for all daddies out there with little princesses ruling their lives. Love them. Cherish them. Protect them. You are blessed. In every way a man can be.