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Once I had a very generous tree, a verdant and bushy tree. It used to give us the sweetest fruit you can ever taste and the amazing thing was that it never stopped to fruit. Its verdant, large leaves never became dry. Its bushy branches never became empty. Its tender and redolent flowers never stopped to bloom.
It was always the source of delight and granting not only for my family, but also for all people around. It was our resort; the refuge to which we hurry at the hottest times of our days. It used to protect our house from the most violent winds . It used to give and give and never stopped giving, so it was my giving tree.
My unique, giving tree was my late Dad, may Allah bless his soul. He was one of those very generous and rich souls who was created to give and give and never asked for return. He used to gather us under the shade of his great compassion, feed us the sweetest fruit of his wisdom and gladden us with the redolent flowers of his talk.
One day we woke up to find out that our giving tree was no longer there. It suddenly had gone leaving a vast gap in all sides of our life. Since that day we feel huge emptiness not only in our house, but also in our souls.