Remembering My Father: A Reflection on Time, Loss, and Returning to Allah

Today, as I was sitting quietly, an old memory came back to me. I started thinking about the last Bihar election results. At that time, my father was alive. We were living in Delhi — just me, my sister, and my father.

I don’t exactly remember the exact date of the last Bihar vote counting, but it was probably around November or December 2020. During those days, my father’s sugar levels had become very high, so even we reduced our sugar intake at home. I used to help my sister in cooking, and together we took care of him, not knowing that these were his last moments with us.

I still remember clearly — our ticket to travel was for 2nd February, and on 1st February, the three of us went out and ate momos together. That was the last time I met him in a normal state. After that, we returned to Bihar on the 2nd of February. Later, when my father’s condition became serious, my mother and I came to Delhi to be with him. But he didn’t have many days left. Soon after, he left this world and returned to his Creator.

Today, while remembering the election days, I realised how he was with us during one counting event, but today he is not here. In the future, new events will come — elections, festivals, moments — and maybe some of us will not be there to witness them.

Life is temporary. Whoever we have issues with, we should try to fix them. We should turn sincerely towards Allah because none of us know how many days we have left in this dunya.