Somethings ARE Impossible
At that time I realized that no matter how much I pray or how hard I ask Him for his return, he won't ever come back. He's gone for ever. But that night, my father did come. My wish to meet him for a few hours did come true. My ecstasy had no bounds. I was so dead thankful to Allah. I was so glad to have him back. I knew now that he's back, I can talk to him for as long as I want to. There he was sitting in an immaculate dress with a soft smile on his face.
Me: Where did you go?
Dad: Nowhere. I was right here.
Me: Then why did I not see you for so many days?
And he did not reply and vanished. And at that very moment I woke up from my dream. Everything was gone. He was gone. I felt like I had been electrocuted. He was there with me. He had to be there with me for ever. And again, the bitter reality bit me, and brought me back to the real world. It was 4 am, and I was crying alone to have him back. There were so many things I had to tell him about - about my shooting lessons, about those Rainbow cupcakes, about my studies. I wanted to watch the talk shows with him, to take him out to the relatives', and hear him secretly admire about my driving with mum. I don't know for how long I cried or when I slept. But all I know is Somethings ARE Impossible!