I woke up at the sound of my alarm in a Sunday morning. I forgot to turn it off last night. I quickly got back to sleep because it’s 8 in the morning and I slept nearly at 3AM. After more or less 30 mins., I wake up crying with my dream. I thought I’d forget what I cried my heart out in the middle of the night. This Father’s day is really hitting me. I wanted to send Mama a message that I’m sorry our father left us. I wanted to ask the Muslim association here in our country to find and bring back my Dad, forcibly, if we could, for Mama. It’s impossible, I know.