Back then when I realized my fate lay in these two hands, I thought watching him practising qabul was beautiful.
But then, I heard my father rehearsed ijab, and I thought this was more beautiful.
But then, my sister told me they rehearsed together, and I thought this was more beautiful.
But then, I don't know what he said to my father, but during sungkeman my father burst into tears.
And I didn't even see it, but I burst into tears.
Writing this, and anytime it crosses my mind, I burst into tears.
Turns out, the most beautiful feeling I have ever had is the one I didn't witness.
"A mother carries her child in her womb for 9 months, and a father carries his child in his mind for a lifetime." #fatherlove