Candles
We lost someone very special to us , some of you knew him as a brother , uncle etc. but I knew him as a grandfather. He has given me a lot of beautiful memories that I can cherish in my life and I am thankful. He might not be with me or any of us today but he will always exist in our hearts. He was a real superhero who fought till his last breath and I am proud he did. He fought so hard and didn't lose hope. Death is the bitter reality no one can avoid but at least we should be grateful someone as amazing as my grandfather was related to us in some other way. He is gone but he will always be with us in our hearts. Inshallah Allah will bless him a good life. I love you nanabhaiya.
It is said love is a very powerful strength many get from someone they love or loved , a strength that makes you want to fight on even after all the negativity and challenges you have faced. In my life I have met this man , a superhero and a fighter , who fought his way till the end and never lost hope , my grandfather. I remember , when I was small , he carried me on his shoulders and took me to the shops and bought me things many people might say simple and pointless for example a chocolate bar or even a toy car , but these simple gifts I had received left me with joy that still makes me grateful for the love and memories he gave me to cherish. He was a man I simply look up to as he has taught not only me but many of you about loyalty , love and Modesty. He might have left us today but he did not leave our hearts yet. Our love for him will be eternal. He will live inside me forever and I am proud That I am his blood and I will try my level best to respect it. He was a great son , brother , husband , father , grandfather and I hope we can all look up to him. He is gone but he lives inside all of us and he will always be there. Death is a very unfortunate reality none of us can avoid but lets be grateful we had a wonderful man in our lives who left us with a beautiful smile in his deathbed. I love you forever Nanabhaiya...
I remember the first time nana and nanu came to Canada. Right from the start, I knew I would love them both. Nana bhaia was like my friend. We wouldn’t have actual conversations most of the time because of how silly he was. It was like we had our own language. That’s one of the things I love so much about the time we had together.
One of my fondest memories is how he always wore a hat at home. He would just be sitting there, in the corner of the guest bedroom, with his little black hat on. I thought that he would always be sitting there. I still go to that bedroom and imagine that him doing just that. I wish I could have visited him I the hospital. I wish I could have spent more time with him before he got sick. But wishes aren’t always fulfilled in life. All we can do is pray for Nana.
