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I'm really touched with the blogs I've read about "my father". So I feel like sharing my feelings and the moments I had with my father. My father was a strict man, and I was stubborn kid.

We were very poor, it was really hard for him to fulfill my wishes. Even riding a bicycle was a dream for me, but he did everything what he could do for us. I used to complain every time to God for the things I don't have in my life. I was not mature to understand the things as well as I can understand today.

I remember that I told him that I'm gonna quit my study if he will not buy a bicycle for me.I said that without noticing the fact that it's really hard for him to make my dream come true. But any how he managed to buy a bicycle for me. My dreams were gone more bigger that his pocket, now I was little mature than before.

I could understand our financial problems, it was very hard for my father to bear the expenses of my education. He was working extra hours to complete our needs, but I never realized his contribution and efforts to fulfill our need. 

I had no idea about the world outside from home, my demands were getting bigger. I was the most stubborn among my siblings. I was grown up, I never had the dare to speak with my father. He was a strict person, i was like if i will say anything rubbish he's gonna punch right at my face. 

One day my father asked me to go somewhere with him, we started to walk. I had no idea where we were going. He said, Ali you're grown up! I'm tired, i can't handle your attitude anymore. Every day your mom complains about you. It's not a good thing that I beat you for your bad attitude with your siblings and with others. You're hell of a young guy, i never showed my bad attitude to my father. He was the one who used to understand my feelings. We were still walking, i felt comfortable with him and i thought that he's really in good mood today. I started to explain the things to him, i told him that my siblings do the things i don't like. They do the stuff I hate, and they keep doing it just to make me angry. And mom always take their side. I always saw his face like he's worried about something, but i never dare to ask him that what are his problems.

In 30th June 2007, My sister got a call from outside. She yelled and she started to cry, the phone was dropped from her hand. I immediately picked the phone and I came to know that my father is dead. I was 17 years old that time. Now I went to a flash back and realized his love for his family. He never talked about his dreams, he was very busy in completing his children dreams. 

I wish I could tell my father that how much I love him. And I'm sorry if i ever hurt your feelings. Please forgive me. Dad I'm taking care of your children, wherever you're please forgive your son. I hate myself dad, i hate when someone says that I'm a nice guy. I hate myself! Please forgive me. You are the best dad in this world. I'm so proud of you. I love you so much.