Many dads would always want to protect their daughter from the ever-dangerous streets of Dhaka, but not my dad; he prefers the practice of self-protection from harm over the other. In fact, he wants me to go out alone and do things that others would not normally do. And he says I should try out my Karate moves on any eve-teaser who dares to come in my way.
By Confused Vegetable
My Dad's an awesome story teller. When I was a kid and I couldn't sleep, he always told me these stories, and sometimes about things like Vitamins and which food they could be found in. I've always remembered that one and it even helped me in my O'levels!
My dad made random songs about me, and when I was born he wrote an amazing entry in his diary titled “Amar Padya ma-er jonno.” The day I turned sixteen, he rewrote it in the form of a letter and gave it to me and that's one thing I'll always keep safe.
My dad can be forgetful. Once on television, he said I was in the sixth grade, when I was actually in the eighth. That made me realise that as the years pass and I'm growing up, to him I'll always be his little girl. And I don't want it any other way. I love you Baba!
Not the first time my parents had been called by the school authority because of my doings in class. But usually it was my mother who always went, until the time they specifically asked my dad to drop by. It was scary, not knowing how much trouble I was in. The prefect of discipline called me in and my father was there. The prefect went on a scream fest about all the wrongs I was up to, until my dad suddenly distracted him, telling him about the time when he was a student here. I looked up and saw my dad give me sly smile, he was saving my almost dead butt. Afterwards when we got out, he told me the stuff he and his friends were up to as students in the same institution. And added that I should not try them, because I could not possibly pull off anything he hadn't already done.
My father, after many years of diabetes had to eventually take up insulin injections. Because he was terrified of blood and needles all his life, my mother had to initially give them to him. One day, he finally mustered up a bucketful of courage and tried it himself. Upon success, we heard him scream, "YES! NECESSITY IS THE INVENTION OF MOTHER! NECESSITY IS THE INVENTION OF MOTHER!" from the next room, giggling and jumping around in joy. It was in that very comic moment that we discovered there was more to this man than the strong, insensitive and cold front he showed the world. I also caught him stealing food from the kitchen in the middle of that night.
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My dad lost me in Bangkok when I was 9. We were walking back to the hotel and got separated. I walked up and down the street looking for him, bought myself a GBA game and some ice cream, went to the hotel, turned on HBO, fell asleep. At 2 AM, he comes into the room, wide eyed and exhausted, about to call the police and finds me asleep.
5 years later my parents lose me in Cuba. On the way to Che's burial site, we get separated. And I have no money on me. And no map. And I don't know any Spanish. I wandered around until this dude wanted to buy my shoes and give me a box of cigars. He pointed me in the direction of the monument and I walked there to find my dad taking pictures of the statue. When he saw me, he was like, "Where'd you come from?"
Mine died when I was 10. Never really got to realise what having a dad truly meant.
But then again, I'm like a father-figure to my 11 year old brother. He must think I'm awesome. 'Cause I just am. (Even if he doesn't, I'll choke the living daylights outta him and make him say that I am.)
By S.m. Shafqat Shafiq
Father is an old man; okay he's 50, which isn't that old, and it's safe to say that we've had quite few great moments together. He hasn't always been there, what with him being busy with work and all, but the times that he has, he's been great. The best times I spent with my father were always movie nights. We'd get some badly made popcorn (the timing on the microwave was always wrong), some coke and watch James Bond, or any movie with Steven Seagal. The odd thing was, the moment he got too tired and left for bed, we (my brothers and I) found no interest in the film no matter how awesome it was. It was not the same without my father there. So papa, if you're reading this, stop working so hard and bring back movie nights!
My father is slightly technologically challenged. So when he ended up doing his PhD on a near-dead language, I was the one typing out half the raw thesis. In Bangla. With Bijoy. Just before my O'levels. Sometimes at 2 in the morning in a room strewn with too many books to count. And the weirdest part was I wanted to do it. He even told me to go study, but I'm the living proof that people will do anything to procrastinate.
The best part was probably carrying six copies of the huge printed thesis to the binders on the night before Kurbani eid and occasionally being chased by pissed off bulls.
My dad travels around a lot, goes to all these exotic places like Kenya and Uganda and Italy, which if you think about it, is pretty cool in itself. That paired with the fact that he was willing to try a lot of crazy things they offered - though he did draw the line at eating raw insects in Africa - make him really pretty neat. Then I found out that he often visits the Gates Foundation, meets fancy ambassadors... while still being the kid who had shoulder long hair back in the 70's. Yeah, it didn't seem too impressive to me as kid, but now that I think about it - my dad's awesome.
The happiest moment of my life was when my dad taught me to play chess and I defeated him in the first match.
I was too young and too stupid to realise that he was going easy on me.