06/15/2025
I didn’t think I’d be ready for this Father’s Day.
I thought it would break me.
But instead, I woke up to something else:
Gratitude.
A soft, steady kind.
Gratitude that I got to be his daughter.
That I got to witness what it looks like when a man lives with intention—
with devotion to his faith and to his family.
There’s still a part of me that wants him here.
But I feel how deeply he lives inside me—
in how I love, how I parent, how I lead.
To anyone who underestimates the role of fathers—especially in the lives of daughters—
this is an irreplaceable gift.
And I’m so blessed to have fully received it.
My father didn’t teach with words—he taught by being.
His faith, his integrity, his calm presence…
That was the lesson.
And it shaped who I am.
Now that he’s no longer here in front of me,
I’ve been making an even more intentional effort to live like he did—
with balance, peace, and quiet momentum.
Always moving forward. Always grounded in love.
I think I can let him go—even when I don’t want to—
because I saw him start preparing long before the moment came.
From my child’s eyes, I watched a man live in full alignment.
And it made me want to do the same.
I love you, Abu.
May you rest in the most beautiful corners of Jannah.
And to my husband—
The man I chose with full intention, knowing exactly what kind of father you’d be.
You’re fun. Present. Gracious.
You keep growing, and it shows in every way you show up for our family.
You’re setting the standard—not just for our children, but for me, too.
I’m so proud to walk beside you.
Happy Father’s Day—
To the men who father children, animals, communities, and dreams.
Thank you for your strength, your softness, and your presence. 🤍❤️💙