Baba is just one of a kind. If he wasn't our Baba I don't know what we'd do. More or less everything worthwhile I've done in my life is because of Baba's efforts. I cannot even begin to describe his personality, it is just so diverse, but I will use one word for him, which fits him perfectly - simultaneous. He heats up pretty quickly, but absolutely cannot see anyone hurting. He is incredibly responsible & organized about his day to day schedules but unorganized about the things he owns. He is economical but never hesitates to spend on others. He has something very endearing about him, that makes him popular among friends and family alike. Plus he's incredibly intelligent and quick about his tasks. Something about him that I've learnt to admire is that once he puts in his full efforts, he completely submits himself to Allah ta'ala's will. Also, he will always speak up about what he thinks is right. He can be a little haphazard at time and overprotective, but he always does what he thinks is right. He talks very loudly and his laugh makes everybody laugh. He is really fun to be around and people value him greatly. And so do I. I am very lucky to have the best Daddy in the world. He used to make up stories for me about a girl named Katto, and I still remember the day when I'd asked, "What happened to Katto?" And he'd said with a smile, "She grew up." He made every possible effort to make my childhood as happy as possible and continues to do so. When Ammanji was still alive, he'd read stories to her, talk to her and lie with her doing nothing. I think he misses her very much. I think he's travelled atleast half of the countries of the world. And he has the absolutely best and interesting stories to tell because that's what his personality and way of going about things results in - interesting stories that everyone laughs at later. Needless to say, I love him so very much. And I'm truly my Daddy's little girl. <3
Ammi is completely different from Babajan. Something I've been awed about all my life is her rags-to-riches story. And somehow, she takes everything in as it comes, and I admire that greatly. I don't know how to begin to describe her, but she is my super hero. She's taken every blow, every fall for me & my family and for what she believes in. I love when she doesn't allow me to do things or to go out sometimes, because it makes me feel cared for. Whether I tell her anything or not, she knows me inside-out. She always knows what to say & what to do. She can be a little strict at times but it's all worth it in the end. I don't know what I'd do without her. Once she had an operation, and the doctor said she should be named Sabira. She always tells me how the Prophet (PBUH) would call his wife Aisha as Humaira, and that makes it even more special and makes me smile alot. There is no comfort like the comfort of her arms. I think she's really brave and determined though she's getting weaker, but her will never dies. She's helped me overcome everything I've needed to overcome and been there all my life. There is absolutely no one like her. I'm glad she's not an architect though, because whenever she says I have a plan, it's something to do with breaking down the walls of a room. Her laugh is the cutest laugh ever; she goes red in the face and looks like Santa Claus. She can be stubborn about anything once it's planted in her head, but she always has something very effective to say. I love her more than I love any other person.
Being completely different, somehow, they are the perfect match for each other.
I love them both to death.
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