Baba
One of his all-time favorite activities in the world is fixing things. Nothing ever stays broken in our household for long, my dad always devises a brilliantly simple solution, usually involving glue, melting, or hammering. I think I developed my love for glue and melting after years of seeing my dad working his magic with them. He believes that every nut has its bolt (although they always get lost in the process) and that everything makes complete logical sense. Too often he fixes things that are working just fine — sometimes, until he gets his hands on them :)
When I try to allocate a single happy memory involving him in my mind, I am bombarded with many: when my mother was out of town as kids and he took us with him to work on a field trip to a farm in Hassa. When we go visit Riyadh and he spoils us to death with our favorite restaurants and activities. When he would play a game of ball that he invented as kids. How he really tries his best to make sure that every little detail in our lives are absolutely perfect.
Our lives have really been perfect.
But words really aren’t enough. I hope that the actions of our lives will prove to be the real proof to the love and lessons that dad instilled in us.
Happy birthday baba.
I love you.
We love you.
Signed,
Roba, Hisham, Omar, and Ghassan

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