Imagine you are Emir and you are to give a eulogy during Abs’s funeral. Write your eulogy (a speech in praise of a person who has just died usually delivered during the funeral). BY Neon As I look around from my where I stand, I see many faces; familiar and unfamiliar. We are all gathered here for one reason: to pay tribute to my Baby; Gaga Sahib’s to most of you, I am aware that most of you have traveled long distances Just to be here and this sheds light on the kind of man he was. For those of you who arena acquainted with me, my name Is Emir and this Is my father.
Baby was the most hard-working person that I have ever met. He worked hard at his career, at being a good father, friend and member of the society. Growing up, I always feared that I didn’t make my father proud and that I would always be a failure in his eyes. Luckily for me, before he died I got to hear him say he was proud of me. My father had the highest expectations of me being his son, but he never imposed his will on me. He allowed me become the man that I wanted to be. He was also a very stubborn man. His stubbornness is part of the reason we are all here today but it is also why he is well expected by most of you.
He never took no for an answer and when he was told he couldn’t do something, he went the extra mile Just to prove that wrong. I remember that when I was a child, my father built an orphanage in Kabul. Although he had no architectural experience, he drew the blueprints and when he was told to hire an architect, he refused. Dare I say, the orphanage was a huge success and I am proud of my father? Once I saw my father almost lose his life for a lady he didn’t know. These are the kind of experiences that make me surprised he lived till this age.
As people entered this place today, many walked up to me offering their condolences and mentioning all the various things that my father had done for them. Some said he was a brother to them while others hardly knew him. That’s the charm about my father. You didn’t have to know him before he sacrificed something for you. I used to dislike that side of him as he hardly had time for me. It wasn’t until we came to America that I understood the magnitude of the sacrifice he made for me. The greatest gift he gave to me was my beautiful wife: Sorry.
You were a source of trench to me during the period of my father’s Illness and I’m thankful to Allah for Glenn you to me. Finally, I see faces of tears and smiles amongst us today. For those who weep, know that my father was not his happiest In America. During his Illness, he was In pain and lived off medication. All we can do Is that pray that wherever he Is, he Is happy and that, he Is reunited with his princess: my mother. I will miss my father more than words can say and I’m glad that we got to spend time together and became very close. I will miss him dearly and never forget him.
His memory will live on in all of us forever. As I look around from my where I stand, I see many faces; familiar and unfamiliar. We of you. I am aware that most of you have traveled long distances Just to be here and this sheds light on the kind of man he was. For those of you who aren’t acquainted with me, my name is Emir and this is my father. Baby was the most hard-working friend and member of the society. Growing up, I always feared that I didn’t make my couldn’t do something, he went the extra mile Just to prove that wrong. I remember of my father?