It hurts to lose someone that close

Date was 26 July, 2020.
Melbourne is in strict lockdown. The news broke early in my morning time, bolt from the blue. It was my beloved father. I did not realise at first
the gravity of the situation. To be honest it did not strike me around that time. Reality took over to take care of all rituals. I would rather say, all my the kiths
& kins, they took care of it, as I could not travel back home, Bangladesh, due to the situation.

Then the agony started surfacing, it becomes unbearable, when I ponder about it. Reason it becomes so hurtful is there is no one to appeal to, for reverting or annuling
it. It is such a gaping hole, not to be filled.

My father was just an ordinary father, no fancy, just uncool, down-to-earth dad. A moderately old person without any ostentation, lower-middle classed guy. But the
very best thing he adhered to is his honesty, principle, integrity and love of simplicity.

Every time I reminisce of him, a crushing wave sweeps over me, of this aching helplessness. May ALLAH bless him, keep him safe.