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This is my dad.

Photo Credit: Taha N. Muharuma |

Photo Credit: Taha N. Muharuma |

I have always said that although my dad is a man of few words, he is a man of many actions. Ironically, as I am typing this, it seems as though now I am a man of few words. Not because I have nothing to say about him, but on the contrary. It's because there is so much that I don't know where to begin. They say a photo is worth a thousand words. so let's start there.

True story: I actually found this photo of my dad flipping through Instagram just before Christmas. I was dumbfounded for obvious reasons. "WHEN...HOW...WHY DID MY DAD GET INSTAGRAM?!" I was almost too scared to click the photo just in case his account name was something like, "StartedFromTheBottomTdotAzn1954," But of course this wasn't his account because this is a man who ALMOST opted out of getting automatic locks for his car, so that should say a lot about him and technology.

When I realized that this was taken of him at work by a professional photograper, I couldn't help but feel proud. Proud that this was my dad, a hardworking, dedicated and well respected man who has been working at the same job since he immigrated here over 40 years ago. It's rare that anyone can say they've done that and yet, he can.

It should be noted that I was not always a fan of my dad mainly during my pre-teen/teenager years. We didn't see things eye-to-eye and my level of respect for him pretty much didn't exist until I went away for university. That's not to say I didn't love him during this time, but I certainly didn't value or appreciate him as I should have or as much as I do now. As present as he was in my life, the emotion for me was absent, which I am ashamed to admit.

When this photo popped up, it broke me. And not in an "ugly cry" kind-of-way, but rather a moment of true clarity.

My dad came here with literally nothing. No money, no education and no identity. So when I look at this image, it makes me want to punch the teenager that I was because I was so oblivious to everything my dad worked for to give us what we had.  He's never said what or how much he had to sacrifice for us, but I can see it all in this photo. I've only ever seen my dad at work once and that was for "take your children to work" day. I was 12.  Fast forward 20 years later, I see this photo and everything makes sense.

I think one of my favorite childhood memories, which pretty much sums everything up, was when I was younger; my dad would always come to my room before he left for work and made sure the blankets were covering me. He'd move them even if they were perfectly fine (I tested him a few times lol). And although I knew he did this, he's never said a word. 

This is my dad. A man of few words, but of many actions.   

Happy Father's Day!

I'd like to say a special THANK YOU to Taha for capturing this photo and for graciously letting me use it :)