Laraib Hadi

"Watching 'His Three Daughters' on Netflix resonated deeply with me. The movie slowed my pace, calmed my mind, and stirred my emotions. Seeing the three sisters reunite, each with unique personalities, as they navigated their father's illness and impending loss, brought back memories of my own experience with Baba. The film reminded me of the pain and longing I felt when Baba was in the ICU, yearning to return home. Deep down, I wanted him to find peace, but we couldn't bear the thought of letting him go. We sought to restore his health, clinging to hope. I recall caressing his eyebrows, reciting Ayatul Kursi, praying for ease. Baba's love for us – his daughters and Faiz – was boundless. Though we struggled to express our emotions, he'd place our hands on his eyes, kiss them, and say, 'Baba guwaray, ja alchumux guwaray' (a term of endearment). Those moments, filled with relief and love, remain etched in my heart. In his final moments, I wish I'd spoken words of love in the ambulance. Instead, I placed his hand on my eyes, kissed them, hoping he'd feel the same affection. Baba was strong, yet vulnerable for his family – a part of him, a part of his existence. Even now, I smile through tears. The pain has subsided, but the memories remain precious. I find solace knowing Baba's at peace. With every heartbeat, every breath, and every moment of consciousness, I love you, Baba. I love you very much.