The death of your father feels like the breaking of your tent's pillar. That's when you experience the entire tent collapsing over your head. It's a helpless feeling that I don't wish for my worst enemy. Its surely a tough feeling that your entirety experiences, and a feeling that one shouldn't experience more than once. It's really tough, but it's a life norm and it's fair!

But some of us end up earning more father figures, while going through our lives journey. Those of us are blessed, yet challenged. We are blessed for the rich feeling of owning as many tents (that feels more like palaces), yet challenged for having to experience their inevitable and heart breaking collapsing, over and over again. It's really tough, but it's a life norm and it's fair!

Today, one of my precious tents collapsed over my head, when I learned that last Friday one of my father figures left our world. The news shook me like an earthquake, leading to my head and heart bleeding with many mixed memories. It's really tough, but it's a life norm and it's fair!

I will remember him for his many gifts that I still enjoy in the comfort of my place. For every lamp that lightens my darkness and the air conditioning that turns my summer into spring. For he is still to many the unknown soldier who silently fought the electricity and water battles of our beloved and good old Dubai. For he was one of those who helped you and I to peacefully live our lives.

Mr. Merchant (sir), until we meet again, stay beautiful as usual ❤