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My Hero

My Hero, My father. At a glance you would not see Superman. He was not 6′0″ he could not shoot lasers from his eyes, freeze things with his breath, fly or stop a car with the strength of Hercules. My father was an average man 5′10″ lean build, his super power was his quick wit and intelligence. The ability to make his kids feel safe from the crazy world and people around us. He never had the opportunity to hear me say this, in fact him and I butted heads more than we got a long. But in retrospect a father knows he will be both the vilian and hero in his children eyes. When his child is hurt he knows he has to be like Atlas and bare the weight of the world on his shoulders, to be there to be an ear and just absorb the pain their son is feeling, He also knows he is the sunshine of his kids  eyes he is their Hero and that there is no other man of this world they love and greatly admire. One day we all lose the ones we love and we take life for granted while they’re here and Mess them like hell when they’re gone. I know if I could turn back the clock and spend those 25 years with my father again. I would never misbehave, I would cherish and Journal every time, day and moment with him. learn to forgive, no one is perfect. But love is the eternal flame in our hearts. 

                               I love you Baba, sincerely your son Khalid K. 

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The Quiet Room, c.1941 by David Alison (Scottish, 1882–1955)

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