Bismillah.
When I was in high school, I had a dream that I kept dearly until today. I was in a red bus at a foreign country, which was alien to me at that age. The bus was pretty empty, with only me and few other people. As the bus stopped at my destination, I stood up to take off. I glanced to my front, of a man who was standing with his back to me. He had a good look from the back, a clean sharp hair cut at the bottom, tall, fair and medium frame in white collar-shirt. He turned to me, with his wide smile that I couldn't see his face clearly as my view was blocked by light coming from his face.
I still remember that dream for long but I decided to ignore as dream was only a dream. Not until I rode the red bus in London. I had a deja vu, but I didn't see that man around.
I still remember how anxious I was waiting to see the man again.
I still remember for years, I tried to find the man from other guys' back.
I still remember how wishful I was to see and meet the man again.
I missed him, although I have never seen him.
I fell in love to him at instant in that dream.
Even until I graduated, I had not once see a glimpse of that same back as his. I made a conclusion that a dream was a dream. Although some parts of it was true; the red bus, the alien country, that cold feeling, but that man was truly only a dream. I decided to move on from him.
Few days ago, as I sat cross legged on the floor after concluding on Maghrib prayer, I took a glance to my front, where my father was. I took a long stare at his back. Immediately later, I felt butterflies in my stomach. My heart felt full, my tears was about to burst and a surge of excitement flooded my mind.
It was my father all this while, the man that I fell in love, missed and waited ---and still in love till today.
That man has always there by my side, that only that day I realised he was the man that I was looking for.
To abi, who was both a mother and a father when I was a baby, when mom further her studies, may happiness will always be yours. May you, together with ummi, will continue walk this path to jannah. I love you.
I should have looked at his back when we together rode the red bus back in London.
When I was in high school, I had a dream that I kept dearly until today. I was in a red bus at a foreign country, which was alien to me at that age. The bus was pretty empty, with only me and few other people. As the bus stopped at my destination, I stood up to take off. I glanced to my front, of a man who was standing with his back to me. He had a good look from the back, a clean sharp hair cut at the bottom, tall, fair and medium frame in white collar-shirt. He turned to me, with his wide smile that I couldn't see his face clearly as my view was blocked by light coming from his face.
I still remember that dream for long but I decided to ignore as dream was only a dream. Not until I rode the red bus in London. I had a deja vu, but I didn't see that man around.
I still remember how anxious I was waiting to see the man again.
I still remember for years, I tried to find the man from other guys' back.
I still remember how wishful I was to see and meet the man again.
I missed him, although I have never seen him.
I fell in love to him at instant in that dream.
Even until I graduated, I had not once see a glimpse of that same back as his. I made a conclusion that a dream was a dream. Although some parts of it was true; the red bus, the alien country, that cold feeling, but that man was truly only a dream. I decided to move on from him.
Few days ago, as I sat cross legged on the floor after concluding on Maghrib prayer, I took a glance to my front, where my father was. I took a long stare at his back. Immediately later, I felt butterflies in my stomach. My heart felt full, my tears was about to burst and a surge of excitement flooded my mind.
It was my father all this while, the man that I fell in love, missed and waited ---and still in love till today.
That man has always there by my side, that only that day I realised he was the man that I was looking for.
To abi, who was both a mother and a father when I was a baby, when mom further her studies, may happiness will always be yours. May you, together with ummi, will continue walk this path to jannah. I love you.
I should have looked at his back when we together rode the red bus back in London.
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