I am grateful for my feminist dad.
My dad was never the mushy type. He wasn't big on hugs or displays of affection. We were never called Daddy's Little Princesses, like they did in the sitcoms. It just wasn't part of the culture he knew.
There were three of us. Three girls who found their way into his life. One thing was a always a constant for us. He always stressed the importance of education. Sometimes when I needed help with homework, he'd get frustrated and tell me to try harder. He was never one to give us the easy way out. It was always tough love.
I think back to how he raised us. And now it all makes sense.
He wanted us to be independent. To rely on our own strength. To make it out on our own and to never depend on anyone. To be our true ourselves and to hold ourselves accountable.
And I am so grateful that he wasn't that sitcom dad.
Thank you for being a real dad. Thank you for being our feminist dad.
May Allah bless you with good health,
may He protect you and may you always be a pillar.