my father's longing for a distant child

My child
I leave it to pass through the wind in the morning. when the sun begins to give its light to the world, I send a prayer through the drizzle of barokah mark, make happy and prosperous for the salvation of the world and the day, may God always with us,
though our distance stretches, near or far you are close to the heart, in my prayer you son of soul binders. full of hope for the future for the age where you are going, your hands hanging around dusk, preparing for the night when there is only one star shining brightly.

my beloved son kutitip miss the breeze of the wind, in the leaves of my tree strand prayers every time.
and this love is deeply embedded. in the heart
for you every drop of sweat
for you every sentence of hope in prayer.

this love will never break.
make yourself part of the soul,

My father's son will always miss you ..