My Dearest Ayah,

As the years pass by, the ache in my heart for your presence only grows stronger. July 24, 2006, feels like a lifetime ago, yet the memories of you remain vivid in my mind, like treasures I hold onto dearly. I was just a little girl of seven when you left this world, and now, at 25, I find myself longing for your guidance and warmth more than ever.

I miss the sound of your voice, Ayah. It's been so long since I heard you sing those beautiful P-Ramlee’s songs to me before I drifted off to sleep. Your voice was like a lullaby, soothing and comforting, wrapping me in a blanket of love and security. Now, I find solace in my headphones, listening to music that reminds me of you, but it's never quite the same.

The memories we shared at the playground after your long days of work are etched in my heart forever. Every time I visit that place, I'm flooded with nostalgia, playing back those precious moments like a cherished movie reel. How I wish I could recreate those memories with you once more, to feel your hand in mine as we laughed and played together.

Life without you has been a journey filled with ups and downs, struggles and triumphs. There are days when the weight of loneliness feels unbearable, when I yearn for your guidance and wisdom. But through it all, I carry your love within me, a beacon of light in the darkness.

Thank you, Ayah, for being the most incredible father a daughter could ever ask for. Though our time together was short, the impact you made on my life is immeasurable. I am proud to be your youngest daughter, and I would choose you as my father again and again, without hesitation.

I pray that God has granted you a place in paradise, where you can find eternal peace and joy. And until the day we are reunited, know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express, Ayah, and I will love you for all eternity.

رَّبِّ اغْفِرْلِي وَلِوَالِدَيَّ وَارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيراً