Dearest Mamu, I am honoured and privileged to talk about you today . You are the most important person of my life and the person who inspires me and whom I love the most in the whole universe. Since the time, I remember my childhood I remember being told about a person who was not with us anymore but his every memory ,everything that belonged to him, his every possession was shown to me in such a way that the person himself had formed a pious image in my mind. I remember being taught about his courageousness, his bravery and what not. I remember being taught about his pouty like that of a saint; I remember being taught about his each action in such a way that it reflected the life of a believer ; I remember being taught about his lifestyle as if I was being taught to follow it as it was the best way one could live his lifestyle in this modern yet distracting era, this lifestyle not only was socialising but was sacred and religious as well. It included the obedience to one's parents, elders and most importantly to one's Lord.

People may have seen or met real life motivators who motivate them but I have you , your stories of courage and bravery that motivate me everyday, every time I feel low, demotivated or even a bit hesitant. . Mamu, you are the person whose stories I have been listening since i have gained conscience. I have always been looking at you as a role model ,a role model whose path I want to follow ; On your footsteps I want to walk and I want a conclusion of my life like of yours.
The teens today might be having a number of role models including the heroines ,heroes, doctors or any other professional but I as a teenager have always considered you as my role model. Your way of studying, you compassion , your ambitious nature and most importantly your dedication towards whatever you did and your mannerism of excelling in everything is what inspires me . I have seen you as a beckon of light and a virtual mentor in my life. Following your footsteps and praying for a life and an end like of yours is all i want in my life.
Mamu, You know that you left for your heavenly abode even when I wasn't born but since the time i have gained conscience or since the time i have been upbrought by telling your stories of bravery and courageousness and seeing your pictures , books and notes. I have always considered myself as an unfortunate person because I was not able to witness you , meet you ,spend time with you ,make memories with you or just even see a glimpse of you. I was not able to gain knowledge from you , or just enjoy your company. I was not able to look after you or just look like you . I crave to see you just for once even if it is in my dream ,just a whiff of you, and I crave to feel your touch ,feel your love for me and hug you for once just to feel the beats of your daring heart. I wanted to see how caring was your attitude towards your parents so that i could learn a bit from it. I wanted to see your way of having faith In Allah and your way of Tawaqul , maybe I could learn a bit of spirituality from you. I wanted to talk to you for hours and hours , days and months, years and centuries just to take a few drops of knowledge from the sea of your knowledge. I wanted to just look at you for hours so that I can form an unexplainable and unforgettable image of you in my mind. I wanted to atleas t be conscious at the time of your last rituals so that I could see your bright face for one last time. These all remained my incomplete wishes of life but seeing you via picture and knowing your ideology by the means of other people makes me feel like no one knows you better than me and I know you since ages now. I feel like I know you in and out and truly i will be the one following you in the best way possible.
I wish you were alive at this stage of my life to guide me through the darkest days and tell me the difference between the right and wrong, clear my confusions of religion, politics and even philosophy. I wish you were alive to witness the way I follow and adore you. I wish you were alive to witness each step of my success the credit of which I always give to you.
I wish you were alive to witness the blooming buds of our garden,t o see them grow and nourish them so that they could flourish into beautiful flowers. I wish you were alive to see the amount of love everyone has for you and the pain everyone is going through since you left.
Now that, no one who has left the world came back so you too can't. But I want you to know that your absence cannot be filled, your seat on the family table is still empty and your room still is just four walls its all because you are not here. I wanted to spend each moment of my life with you, witness and discuss everything with you and most importantly I wanted your blessed and guiding hand on my shoulder to mentor me through the toughest phases of my life, to appreciate me whenever I dod something good or to just be by my side to make me feel more secure and brave. I wanted you to be the ray of light for me through which I could achieve my success and my mission. I wanted to know from you the tales of your childhood that now I crave to listen as no one is ready to tell me anything because it brings tears to each member's eyes. I wanted you to show me the way of your studying to know and acknowledge and see the things myself which I can only imagine now.
Mamu, I know there isn't any way except for the day of judgement when I can meet you ,talk to you and fulfil my incomplete wishes but I wish the place had any other telephonic connection so that I could hear your voice for just one time, so that I could tell you how life is getting tough day by day and I need you by my side ; I could tell you that how crazily I want to hug you once to drain all the emotions of yearning of your separation ; I wish I could keep my head on your chest once just to have a short nap and to get rid of all the stress that has overpowered my mind, I wish I could just at least see you for one last time so that I could atleast have an image of what I lost.
I see your memories and I often visit your grave with Baba , and the peace and solace I find there ,believe me I do not find that at any picnic spot. I often open the trunk of your books , where you have made really very studious notes ; where you have written a lot of poetry on the last pages of your notebook. I find your handwritten letters to your older self , and your pens and notebooks that you had preserved for yourself. I still have those newspapers where the news of your death is published . How much will I forget? How much each single entity of the world will make me recall you ?
I want you to know that you became the reason that your daughter became a writer at a young age , You became the reason of my writing career and you became the reason why I learnt the art of accepting things earlier. I want you to know that people come often and ask about your wellbeing and suddenly ,they remember that you are not alive anymore but the pain they cause to us is really heart wrenching . It always breaks me down to tears whenever someone mentions about you. Being your daughter, I accept that I am bound to be extremely strong both physically and emotionally but I apologize for the reason that whenever it comes to you, I break down to tears and my heart gets shattered into pieces. Your mention breaks me but the tales of your bravery encourage me to say that * i am your proud daughter* . It gives me immense peace and honour to write about you because writing about the nature and the beauty of nature is as common as anything but writing about the brave and courageous men of Islam ; writing about warriors ; writing about the steadfast men is truly an honour and I will wear this crown of honour forever on my head with pride. I agree with the point that life includes ups and downs but your maturity and mentality pushes me to work harder even on the lowest days to make me realise that I'm your daughter ; The daughter of an ironman who feels the pain of others and forgets his pain; The daughter of a warrior .
At conclusion , I want to pay my immense tribute to you for sacrificing your life for such a humanitarian cause because in this selfish and self-centred era ,you proved that real men still exist and they deserve respect.
I know you left for a really good cause , but its just that you couldn't return back but I will always be proud to be called someone related to you . I will always feel honoured whenever someone will know me by your reference. I will always feel like someone has given me a gold medal when someone will know me by your name. I know you cannot read this letter from my side but I want you to know that i am proud of you and i will always be. I want to tell you that I really miss you and I really love you. I am always here to follow your footsteps of humanity . I salute your courage .

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