Writing 101, Day Four: Serially Lost

Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.
This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it.
Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.
Our blogs are often made of standalone posts, but using them to take readers on longer journeys is an immersive experience for them — and you. It allows you to think bigger and go deeper into an idea, while using a hook that keeps readers coming back.

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We Love You, Dad!
Part 1

My beloved dad, my younger sister and my wonderful mom.

 

“Wake up! Wake Up!”
“F, please wake up!”
I heard someone knocked the door of my room. I saw the time on my screen phone, it was 2 am.

“Oh, what’s happen?” I asked to myself, I opened the door quickly. My mom was standing there, waiting me.
“Mom, what’s up?”
“Your dad!” said her sadly, “He raved.”
“Dad? Oh I’ll see him.”
Before going to my dad, I went to my younger sister’s room to awake her.
She rubbed her eyes, she was cat nap.

“What’s up?” asked her then.
“Let’s see our dad! Mom said, something bad was happened to him.”
“What?”
I didn’t answer her question, I hold her hand to see our dad.
I saw dad was lying on carpet. He chose to sleep using it only.
“I liked to sleep using it, because I want to wake up easily every night for prayer tahajud.” He answered like that when I asked him.
Dad smiled at us. I could see his pain. He got diabetes and liver. I knew from my mom that dad raved just now. He talked everything. He thought that time was morning.

(Oh, dad! How hard you face your diseases!) I said in my heart.

“Dad, are you okay?” I asked him and sat in front of him.
“Alhamdulillah, I’m well, I’m healthy. Who said I’m ill? Look at me!” He moved his hands to right and left.
“Do you believe in me? I’m very well, right?” said him again. He forced himself to sit. My mom and I helped him, but he refused our help.

We were sad when he said like that, we really knew, he wasn’t well.
I tried to speak to him smoothly, “Dad, you need to rest now. Now is still night. Please take your rest! We’ll accompany you here!”
“I’m okay, right? Ah, I want to go to toilet now.”
“Let me hold your hands!” said Mom offered help.
“No, no, I can go there by myself.”
I followed him, and waited him.

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“Mom, you can sleep now, I’ll accompany Dad here!”
After that, my mom went to her room. My sister and I accompanied there our dad. I move and sat near to his head.
“Dad, it’s me , your oldest daughter. Do you still remember me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Would you like to read a few surahs from Qur’an now before you take a sleep?”
“Yes, I would. I do remember the short surahs now, this time I can’t recite the long surah, I feel dizzy.”
“Oh, alright! Let’s memorize the short surahs. I hope by reciting Qur’an you’ll feel peace and better!”
“Yes, and correct me if you find me wrong in memorize them!”
His tongue recited surahs from juz amma, and ayat kursy. I followed him, verse by verse. Alhamdulillah, he could memorize the surahs well. I prayed for him a lot, and asked Allah to cure him soon.
“Dad, I love you!” I kissed his forehead. I saw him slept well.

I put blanket to cover him.
The time was 4 am. I sat beside him to wait prayer fajr time.
A few minutes after that, my mom came again. She asked me to discuss about dad’s treatment.
We had agreed and made decision, to seduce him to check his health up to hospital tomorrow morning.
After talking about that, she allowed me for taking my rest.
Before going to my room, I saw dad for a moment, then said, “I will not sleep again, I’ll contact the other family to help us for tomorrow.”

To be continued……..