Ishak bin Abdullah.

'They say, boys don't cry
But your daddy shed a lot of tears.

They say, I should be a strong
But baby, I'm still filled with fear.

They say, girls shouldn't be tough
And moms should be raising kids at home.

But I know that isn't true
Cause mama is the toughest person I know.'

-Macklemore.


Why I am posting this?
I'm not that person who usually have time to write essays. But this is something worth sharing.


You know, your dad beat you up when you fucked something up. You said that he doesn't really love you. You said that he doesn't really understands you. You said that daddy is all about money and never cared about you.

I admit, I think that way before. But something changed my perception of my own bestfriend. Which is my dad.

I realized, I never met someone like him. Strong, loving, caring, ready to risk everything, even his life just to keep you save.


I look back at the time. It was 2005. A car ran over me when I'm crossing the road. I would say that I got scars to prove that it was quite bad. The driver called the ambulance, and said they'll arrive around hours. My dad was there. I still remember that he carried me into his car and drive to Sunway Hospital.


I don't really remember everything. But he is the first person I saw as I opened my eyes. He's in his shirt, I assume he didn't change it since he took me there. He smiled. I still remember how worry his face was.

I'm quite thirsty on that time. I can't open my mouth wide as usual. He took a spoon, gently put it at my lips. Sip by sip.


I.....I am literally crying today. How disrespectful I was to him nowadays. He started to act childish after he fell from a house ceiling. It's like 4 meters away from the floor. Caught up with a brain injury, which is an internal bleeding. He couldn't really walk properly, while his left arm looks paralyzed as he can't really work with it.


Last Wednesday, he was attacked by tetanus. His heart beat stops. I couldn't stop myself from reciting the syahadah for him to follow. If he goes, I want him to rest. I don't want him to suffer down there. I couldn't imagine how painful it's going to be.


Alhamdulillah, with Allah's power, he survived, but admitted to an ICU ward. I pray, I ask from Allah to let him stay a little longer. He is my bestfriend. I don't know what life means without him.

I still remember how we practiced that money-refusing-handshake. We laughed, teased each other. I still remember how passionate he was when I said that I would love to own my own business. He did draw a van, asked me to prepare the dish that I am going to sell for him to evaluate. He is my supporter. My best buddy.


You know, the reason that I'm writing this is to tell. Love him, despite how his conditions and how he treated you. Forgive, because that's the best thing to work out with everyone. Hope this changes your mind.

Ah, I have a little request from all of you.


Pray for him. He is struggling in ICU and went for a dialysis last morning. His kidney caught swole because he didn't excrete. His name is Ishak bin Abdullah. Even a simple 'ummul kitab (Al-Fatihah) would be precious for him.

Aamin.

Thanks for reading. Bye for now, Assalamualaikum.