Assalamualaikum, Ayah.

As the years go by, the ache in my heart for you only grows. July 24, 2006 feels so far away, but the memories of you are still clear in my mind. I was only seven years old when you left this world. Now, at 25, I miss you more than ever. I miss your warmth, your guidance, and your presence, Ayah.

I miss your voice, Ayah. It has been so long since I last heard you sing P. Ramlee songs to me before I fell asleep. Your voice felt like a lullaby, soft and calming, making me feel safe. Now, I listen to songs using my headphones, hoping to feel close to you again, but it never feels the same.

I will never forget the times we spent at the playground after your long days at work. Those memories are deeply written in my heart. Every time I pass by that place, rasa rindu datang tanpa amaran. I replay those moments again and again, wishing I could hold your hand and laugh with you one more time.

Living without you has not been easy. Life is full of naik dan turun, with many struggles along the way. There are days when I feel very lonely, when I wish you were here to guide me and give me advice. But even then, I carry your love inside me. It becomes my strength when everything feels dark.

Thank you, Ayah, for being the best father I could ever have. Even though our time together was short, your love has shaped my life in so many ways. I am proud to be your youngest daughter, and if given a choice, I would choose you as my father again, over and over.

I pray that Allah has placed you in tempat paling tenang, where you are at peace and free from pain. Until the day we meet again, please know that you are always in my thoughts and doa. I miss you deeply, Ayah, and I will always love you.

رَّبِّ اغْفِرْلِي وَلِوَالِدَيَّ وَارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيراً