I wrote this rant four years ago, when my little brother Samy first became a father. This father’s day, I think of my father and his father before him, and what they have done so that we can lead the lives we have today. I’m forever grateful to our fathers, our father figures and our single mothers for being there for us, always.
God bless you, on earth and in heaven, today and always!
Last night, I called Baba in Egypt to wish him a Happy Father’s Day. He was excited I called (because he forgot to tell me he was going to Egypt for the summer) because he had forgotten it was Father’s Day. Of course, we ended up having our usual political and religious conversation. I then spoke with my older cousin Mohamed, a father of five, whom I consider a father figure.
After all the phone calls last night between Egypt and California (my poor phone bill), I feel asleep in awe of how something as simple as a phone call can uplift someone’s spirits. I feel asleep reflecting on all the amazing fathers I know.
I had written on a similar reflection back in 2009, Praises for Fathers, the first Father’s Day after the passing of our Amuh Ibrahim.
This year, my little brother became a father for the…
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