film two - roundtrip

My dad told me once, out of anger, not because he actually meant it - That he couldn’t wait til the day I get married to a man that would beat the hell out of me. I hid behind my covers, cried.. felt like I was going to witness something I wouldn’t be able to stop. He had so much anger. So much. I’ve never seen him like that. But beneath all his anger, I can see his guilt, his love, and his loneliness. Now, years later, my dad is on the airplane travelling and I told him To pray for his safety and he said I’m going to pray for something else too. And I asked him what, he said “That your prince comes. He’s special and rare, so that’s why he’s taking a while.” I went in my room and started crying and I couldn’t stop. All that sacrifice, all that forgiveness, all my prayers, all that strength that Allah gave me to try to show only love and understanding to him so he can feel happiness, was all worth it. It allowed his walls to come down. To finally give me the validation I yearned so much for. For him to say in his own words “You deserve so much more than what I was to you.” This journey feels complete, feels done. It was a process, but it finally came to a close. It all makes sense now. Alhamdulliah (God-bless).