My parents had a 57th wedding anniversary this September 10th.
Was it really just 10 days ago?
Abbu (my father) used to joke about his wedding month of Septemberستمبر (Sitamber = September), calling it ستمگر (Sitamgar = the cruel one).
This September was the cruelest one.
He passed away peacefully on the 1st of Muharram, the 11th of September, a day after his anniversary, at 12:30 in the afternoon, at the age of 85. We are from God, and to God are returning.
It was 2:30 in the morning in Chicago. I had no idea.
I woke up and got ready for work on Tuesday. When I checked my messages, my world fell apart and the house suddenly became dark and lonely.
The photo above is of him when I visited Pakistan in 2004. His health was declining, but he was well, and he was so happy to see me.
His name was Dr. Muhammad Saleem Mir. He was a physician, a specialist in Pharmacology, he put himself through medical college, and worked morning and evening to give us a good life. He lived a full life, with many trials and struggles, many joys, and many who love him dearly.
I would appreciate it if you would pray for him, or recite fatihah for him.