Why should I choose a fictional superhero as a role model when my father blessed my life disguised as one? He was, is and always will be my biggest inspiration and support system!
My father was born and raised in Pakistan. He had been newly-wed when he took a big debt in order to come to Hong Kong. Delayed airplane flights, language barriers and a lot of hardships had to be faced. Not to mention, my mother was pregnant too.
She was really anxious and scared and my father had to comfort her despite not knowing for certain what the future held. When they landed in Hong Kong, my dad had a small suitcase with not more than 3 outfits. Plus, he didn’t even know how to communicate in Chinese nor English.
My dad had to take care of his relatives back in Pakistan as well as his family here in Hong Kong, and he fulfilled his responsibilities remarkably without showing his struggle to anyone. Whenever my mother started losing hope, he comforted her saying that he knows he can do it. My dad’s determination and ambitiousness secured him a job.
I really look up to my father as despite being an immigrant in a foreign country, he managed to take care of his families and provided us with a secure future. Despite not getting proper education his whole life, he saved his earnings and enrolled me and my siblings in fine schools. He proved himself.
Today, my father knows how to communicate in both Chinese and English and has a lot of Chinese friends. Yes, sometimes he faces difficulties because he can’t read or write properly but he can always rely on me.
I can never payback my dad for the sacrifices he made in a million years, but the least I can do is work every day towards achieving his dreams and meeting his expectations.
I remember when I was little; I used to wake my dad up at 6 or 7am every Sunday on his day-off. I used to wake up super early and as soon as I’d wake up, I’d be ravenous. I used to cling to my dad and I only liked to eat what he cooked. Everyone in my family used to get annoyed that I disrupt his sleep early in the morning and wake him up and bother him, but he stayed so patient with me. I recently turned 16 but my dad still considers me as his little child.
I fell asleep on my parents’ bed last night because it’s really comfy and since he can’t pick me up anymore as A. I’m heavy B. he’s not as strong anymore, he woke me up, held my hand and guided me to my room so that I don’t trip in my sleep.
He’s a reflection of what I’d like to be one day – selfless, humble and giving. Nothing can replace the love and affection my father gives me. I LOVE YOU DAD!