SteemWomen Club Engagement Challenge || The Most Important Man in my life? It's my Dad... || Club100

It took me a long time to compose this post and there are a couple of reasons for that. I kept on pondering to which man/woman in my life should I dedicate this post to as this post won't just be a post for this steemit, rather this post will down in the memory lane.

15 years from now when I'll log in to my steemit account again, I will read this post and cherish the moments that I am about to pen down in this post. I'll cherish being associated with the person that I am about to write about in this post.

You meet people for a certain reason, that's what I believe. No one comes into your life without a reason. Some people teach you a lesson, some take away your peace while some become a reason for you to get up every day no matter how hard life is to you.

But there are also certain people, that you get without having a say in it. They are an integral part of your lives and stay by you no matter the situation. Yes, I am talking about your parents and your siblings. You can't choose your parents. They're when you get in this world, and will be with you till the end of their days.

Sometimes, it gets hard to choose between the people in your life, that's the reason why I try to avoid situations where I have to choose between an important person. Everyone has their own importance. But since, here on steemit engagement challenge, we have been asked to write about him/her, I'll give my best shot.

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Most important man in my life

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Born during the 1965 Indo-Pak war, my dad already has had quite a few interesting stories to tell us. He had a difficult time growing up. My dad comes from a poor family, a sort of family where 10 people live in two rooms without the most basic of necessities, yet I have never seen him complain. I guess, it's due to his early childhood days, he still has a lot of conventional habits, such as not buying anything for himself, using things, again and again, getting the least food on his plate, etc. We don't blame him for that. He has had a practice of saving money, things, or anything in general. It gets frustrating sometimes, but we never complain.

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I inherited public speaking and content writing from my dad.

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My dad has had a craze for public speaking. He gave his first speech in front of a hundred people when he was four years old. That's where his journey and love for public speaking started and he has never looked back ever since. My father has delivered speeches on the national level, he has delivered speeches in front of politicians, he has delivered speeches in the biggest universities of Karachi, and much more.

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_{A picture of my dad from the 80s delivering a speech as an honorable guest.}

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My dad also developed a love for poetry and even today sometimes we sneak into his drawers to read his diaries, although he gets furious about it. I wonder to whom has he dedicated his poetry in the past to since he's married to my mother now 😂😂😂

Coming from a poor background, my dad had a sense of responsibility from his earliest days as our uncles narrate their stories to us. When my dad was in grade 11 he used to teach grade 9 students in a tuition center. There are a couple of reasons for that. The first is that he got good cash for that, so he could help out his dad, the second, he loves to teach. If there's anything my dad loves more than his family, its teaching.

My dad graduated as the only doctor in his family. He graduated on a Saturday, and the next Friday his mother, my grandmother passed away. I think the only regret that my dad has is that his mother couldn't really cherish the success of her son.

Soon after getting into University, my dad joined a political party and that's where the interesting times of his life started. He attended many rallies and he's even been arrested in one of those rallies. One of his best friends was murdered Infront of him, in a medical university that he studied in. From there my dad took political involvement seriously and it's been 30+ years he's still the same young energetic man, standing up for his beliefs.

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My dad and teaching; a love story to be cherished.

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You can wake him up at 4 am in the morning and ask him a question regarding studies, he'll get up to teach you without a complaint. He just loves to teach. I wish I had the same passion for studying as well. One of the reasons why he took teaching as a profession when he graduated as a doctor. He could have gone for clinical but he opted for teaching even though it had fewer monetary benefits. He has been teaching for the past 40 years now. 40 years of experience. Quite unbelievable for me.

He has been loved and respected wherever he decided to teach. Be it any university, any group, or any place in general. My dad started his career as a Lecturer at Sindh Medical College and paved his way up to being an Associate Professor. He has won the Best Teacher Award more than anyone. In fact, if you combine the other winners of this award, he'd still top the list MashaAllah.

Soon after that, we moved to Saudia, where my dad joined a Medical University as a professor. It was a dream job for him. Yet once again, over there as well, he was the most accomplished teacher and was rewarded for his sheer dedication and love for teaching.

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The respect, that I have seen my father has earned is enormous. That's one thing to be successful or being rich, but to be respected is the most important thing in my father's life and this trait has been transferred to his children as well. Respect over anything. We have got so much respect due to our father, it's quite unbelievable.

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Family over anything and everything.

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My dad never compromises on his family. He had passed a licensing exam before the death of his mother. This exam gave him a clear oppurtunity oh pursuing his career in the United States. The sudden death of his mother left every member of his family in despair. Even though I wasn't there to experience it myself but what I have heard from everyone, it was a very tough phase for all of them.

My dad, who could have traveled to the States and started a new fresh life there, decided to stay back with his dad and help him out. His father was the person my dad respected the most. I swear that sort of respect is very rare these days.

Apart from his parents and siblings, my dad has always kept his own family as his top priority. Where dads usually do not wake up in the morning to drop their children at school, I remember him waking up every morning, helping us in getting dressed up, making breakfast for all of us, and then the last, waking my mom up. Even though I didn't have an idea at that time. I thought that's what all dads do. Even today, he does all the house chores and helps in everything even though he's getting older day by day.

In 2015, a nine-year-old kid ran over my dad in Saudi Arabia. He was alone at the time as we were all in Pakistan. He got an irreversible fracture, and due to that, he couldn't walk for months. It killed me from inside to receive my dad at the airport, seeing him in a wheelchair. A man, we haven't seen been weak in our entire lives, coming in a wheelchair. It was the worst moment of my life I guess.

Even then, he didn't stop. During his time at the home, he was always willing to do whatever he could. Even though he couldn't move much but still he used to give his best.

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Giving up is never an option

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One thing that I have learned from my dad is that giving up is never an option. No matter how much life drags you down, you always have to bounce back up, even stronger than before. I have never seen my dad complain about anything. I have never seen him backing off from his decisions. Once he has made up his mind and taken a decision, he'll stay adamant on it, no matter what. My dad is very emotional, maybe that's where I got my emotions from. But he has never ever been weak in front of us. Even in the darkest of his days, he stood up like a champ, with a bright smile on his face, ready to face the world.

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CONCLUSION

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There's a lot more I can write about my dad, but I believe my words will never be able to do justice to the things that he has accomplished, and the sacrifices that he has made for us. One minute example is that my dad hates living alone, far away from his family, but he did that for the sake of his family. Maybe this might not be a big thing for many people out here, but it was a mammoth task for my dad.

It's time for us to repay him, with whatever we can. Slowly yet surely, we are getting there. We are trying our very best to provide our parents with the life that they deserve. May God be with us on this. With this, I'd like to end this blog. Thank you for reading up till this point.
Regards,
@huzaifanaveed1

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_{I'd like to invite @naqshraja1 and @wajihasheikh to participate in this challenge.
Thank you.}

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