FIRST RAMADHAN WITHOUT A FATHER 😩
In the quiet moments before dawn's light,
I feel the absence, the void in the night.
Ramadan arrives, a familiar embrace,
But this year, I feel it, a different space.
Your laughter, your guidance, no longer near,
Yet memories linger, bringing both joy and tear.
As I break my fast, I recall your gentle...
I feel the absence, the void in the night.
Ramadan arrives, a familiar embrace,
But this year, I feel it, a different space.
Your laughter, your guidance, no longer near,
Yet memories linger, bringing both joy and tear.
As I break my fast, I recall your gentle...