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> Death of a hero,
> Birth of a father
>
> What would happen, if you woke up one morning and
> found that your hero was
> falling? My father is my hero and he is falling
> with all my hopes, and
> for many reasons.
>
> A father of three children for whom he sacrificed
> his life to ameliorate
> their conditions is my hero. Dad understood early
> the importance of
> studying and did his best to get an education to us.
> It was not easy
> because we had to fight to learn in a country where
> education is not a
> priority for girls.
> A father who has to take care of his children and
> wife with a low salary
> was giving all of himself to teach what is important
> in human beings to
> his children. After a long day at work, he would
> help us with our
> homework because in a class crowded by 80 students
> we may not learn many
> things.
>
> He encouraged us to go to school and make it and not
> stop. As he used to
> say: If you study, you study for yourself, and noone
> can take or buy your
> knowledge. You may lose everything except your
> knowledge and it will be
> the one helping you. It will help you to
> understand, speak and take your
> life in your two hands, then people will respect you
> because they do not
> feed you.
>
> Although, my dad did not have money to give me, he
> was the one that I had
> faith in. Even when he could not do much for me, he
> was the light of my
> life, and he was my eyes showing me the road. He
> has been the one who
> guided me to the right way, the way of knowledge and
> hardwork. He has
> been there for me and even if I know he could not
> give me what I need, his
> only presence gave me hope. Even if he could not
> offer to me what I
> should have, his breath next to mine always tells me
> ⤽ that I can do it�.
>
> He gave me the force to move and continue until the
> day he fell. He got
> sick. That day, the day that I will never forget.
> After his surgery,
> when I saw him in the stretcher, with the interns
> around him, I felt that
> my life was leaving with him. For the first time, I
> thought my hero had
> died. I always thought that nothing could happen to
> him until I saw him
> incapable. I realized that my hero was falling down
> with my dreams,
> wishes and hopes. I got hurt and disappointed and
> quickly knew that I
> would have to fly with my own wings, that I have no
> more a hero, but a
> father like everybody else. That fathers and heroes
> can be weak, that we
> are just blind to see it.
> Then, I started thinking and I began looking at the
> world differently.
> That day changed my life and stole what I have
> always had. Dreams and
> hopes.
>
> Dad you always believed in me and you always did
> your best for me. You
> are the one who made me confident and the one who
> always made me laugh.
> The one who told me that failure is in the person
> who does not try. You
> have been my hero, and life in the hospital opened
> my eyes to the reality.
> It is time for me to show that all you have done
> will carry its fruits. I
> will do it for me and for you, and then I can also
> be you hero and help
> you because of what you are, a good father. Memory
> of what you have done
> for one love, the love you have for your family. I
> love you.
>
> Zeina
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