Eulogy for My Father.

My brother is right. Our parents are getting old, and yet, here we are, achieved nothing that can match their achievements when they were our ages. It is flattering that he still has faith in his younger brother and sister, to keep up with the race. It touches me, that he believes in me more than I believe in myself.




Eulogies are usually written as tribute to a deceased person. But there's two definition for the word "eulogy". The other definition of the word is "high praise or commendation".

So, here it is, a short eulogy for my father, who is currently snoring, loudly, in the next room.

My father is a simple man; who's grateful for everything he has. He is an honest man, who makes an honest living. A hardworking man, who fulfills all his responsibilities with honor. A loving man, who cares for his family. A fair man, who doesn't judge nor discriminate. A devoted man, who performs his religious duties without doubt.

If it is possible for a man to live with a heart of gold, he would be one of the lucky few.

With his children, he was loving, gentle and always filled with pride and joy with each accomplishment and milestone and made sure he was involved in our activities and interests. As kids, we could always count on seeing his, and Mom’s, face at our events and activities. As young adults, well, we could STILL count on seeing his and Mom's face. His children have always been his first priorities. There's rarely anything he wouldn't do for us.

If he could, he would rather smother us with love and wealth, keeping us away from cruelty of life, protecting us from getting hurt, but he didn't. He gave us room to grow. To make our own mistakes and to learn from them. During our failures and struggles, of which there were many, he was quick with a word of advice, encouragement and support. He tried to teach us the important things in life and tried to guide us away from the trivial.  Mostly, he succeeded.

If I am to pick one word to describe Baba, it would be "experienced". He is truly experience. From what I gathered, from his old photos, and stories told by his friends, he had experienced a lot of things. And he never forgets any of them. Which is probably what make him such a great father. He is never afraid to share his experiences with us.If anything, he brags about his younger days.

Yet, with such a wild past, Baba never forgets about his religion. He is a devout man. Never missing any prayers, everywhere he goes. Every day, at the break of dawn and dusk, perform his prayers at the mosque. When we still had the old scooter, my neighbor would describe him as "Pakistan jual kain", riding the scooter in his white jubah and kopiah. At night, he would read the Qur'an in the living room.

Our home is always protected, whether by his prayers, or with his presence.

Haji Mohd Zain Haji Mohd Said, is truly, the man of my life.