Thoughts about the father

the father

The father is the support, reference, and role model for his children. He teaches them their duties and obligations. He is the source of tenderness in his home and the origin of righteousness. He is the spirit of life, and he is the light that illuminates the lives of his children. Words fail when talking about the father. We are all proud of our fathers, because from them we learn to love life and live it.

Thoughts about the father

• That pure spring to my tree that never withers, to the shade in which I seek refuge at all times.
• Perhaps I did not fully bless you with righteousness... but I am sorry that your heart is greater than any righteousness... The Lord has taken care of you... and He has rewarded you abundantly.
• My father, the source of hopes, my grandfather... to you I send my longing and nostalgia... the greatest heart in existence... poetry and poems are written for someone like you.
• In the eyes of the world you are my father and in my eyes you are the world.
• Oh, the rose of my dreams, the fountain of my tenderness, the sun of wishes, and the sweetest of dreams.
• My dear father: O my first glance in life, O the healing balm of my heart... O the one who was found in life to bless me after worshiping my Lord, O my beating heart.
• I wish the days were guided and the years were guided... just like gifts are guided... as long as you get older... a second year in life, I give you a year.
• My father, the first love I ever lived in my world, the first name my lips utter, you are the passion of my soul, and my veins are water. My life is without you. I have never lived in it. Oh, I never met you in the winter of my time. The warmth of your embrace warms me with its tenderness and warms it. Oh, the time you have held me from gives me fear of time and its afflictions. You are my sight. My eyes and the smile of my lips, and you are the love of my heart and its love and its preciousness, and you are your patience that exceeds my gifts. If I lived a lifetime, I would not be able to fulfill it. You pray to my Lord for me to correct my mistake, and I raise my palm to God and pray to Him, O Lord, grant me Her satisfaction in my world, and if you are not satisfied with me, you will see what life is like.
• To my first role model... and my beacon who illuminates my path.. To the one who taught me to withstand the raging waves of the sea.. To the one who gave me and continues to give me without limits.. To the one I held my head high in pride of.. To you, who I sacrifice my soul for you.. I send you bouquets of my love. My respect and expressions come from my heart.. Even if the ink of my pen cannot express my feelings towards you.. My feelings are greater than their lines on paper.. But I have no choice but to pray to God Almighty to keep you as an asset to us and not deprive us of the springs of your love and tenderness.
• To you, my father, is the source of tenderness. You are my balm... You are my life and passion and you smile. You are the shadow of kindness filled with tenderness. You are the abode of love and tenderness. You have exhausted yourself without getting tired.

Your joy is to see me smiling... You hope that I will rise to the podium and always embrace the high places. You have a great heart, my angel, you have it, so my blood will not reward you, your daughter who loves you, my most precious people.

• These are words that I write to you with the ink of my heart, and I send them to you with the fragrance of roses and the fragrance of jasmine and jasmine... O moon that illuminated the darkness of my mind and illuminated my path in life..

O sun that melted the stagnation of my heart and gushed forth springs of hope... O you who planted the love of God in my heart and established the doctrine of monotheism in my depths...

O you who were a mother to me in tenderness, a teacher in morals, and a sister in advice and guidance... Your advice is a light that I follow in my life, and your smile is ice that extinguishes my fear and pain..

You are the vast sea of ​​my heart, you are the warm wave of my mind, and the whiteness of your heart is a full moon in the sky of my soul... No matter how I describe you, I will not be able to complete it.
Not negligence, but something deeper than that.

• Father, you are my light and light, and in my heart is life. You are spring on earth and water in the spring. Listen to my heartbeat and you will know how the chains were broken, how the roses became fragrant, how the nights became full, how the clouds rained.
• When thoughts crowded together and my thoughts became fearful and jealous... when sadness visited me and invited me to its world... when my chest was filled with worries and I was lost in the abyss of my sorrows... when I needed a homeland to protect me and a chest to shelter me, I called out to her.
• I called out my father... but I did not find a word that could erase what was in me other than it... I did not find a world that contained me other than it.
• I did not find a chest to embrace me except you.. You are the source of sublime tenderness.. and the source of pure love.
• Which of you has different words from mine? Which of you dares to say anything other than my words? Which of you will say that a father is not that warm embrace?
• My father... you are the one who taught me the meaning of life... you are the one who held my hand on its paths... I find you with me in my distress... I find you around me in my joy... I find you agree with me in my opinion... even if I am wrong... you are my teacher and my lover... so you advise me if I make a mistake... and you take my hand if I stumbled, so you gave me a drink when I was thirsty...and you wiped my head when I did well.
• I wanted my feeling to reach you... Through what I exhaled, I wanted my word to reach your heart... I do not contemplate a life after you. I wanted a word to reach you... I came out from deep within, inserting my word to you, my father.
• You are the light that illuminates my life and the source from which I drink love and tenderness. You are the father who is referred to as a building and is proud of among people. Congratulations to me, O great father. No matter what I say and no matter what I write, my tongue is unable to find words that express what is in my heart to fulfill your rights, for what is in my heart. Yours is greater than I can do justice to in writing, and the love and respect I have for you is beyond all description. Therefore, I will not be able to describe the feelings inside me towards you. You are the best father. You raised me and raised me well. You taught me how to love life and live it. You are the best role model for me to follow and follow. Your approach, these lines that I write, my father, are a few of the many that I carry for you in my heart, which loves you very much.
• To you I dedicate these words, O You who are dearer to me than my soul that is within me... and more beloved to me than my soul that flows through my body... and dearer to me than my heart that beats between my ribs with love for you... O in whom I find broad-mindedness and soft-heartedness... I feel your concern and fear for me. ...and your kindness and love for me...you overwhelm me with your tenderness, planting me in the gardens of your heart...you guard me with your eyes, and protect me from the calamities and pains of time...and no matter how I describe you, I can, for letters and meanings are incapable of describing you, and my shyness towards you, appreciation for you, and glorification of your right prevents me from saying much and deters me from saying much. Speaking, I can only say: May God grant you success, take care of you, and direct your steps for good.

The most wonderful things they said about the father

• One father is better than ten educators (Jean-Jacques Rousseau).
• The lion roars but does not devour its young (Bulgarian proverb).
• The father's heart does not sleep until all hearts have fallen asleep (Richelieu).
• He who cannot fulfill the duty of fatherhood has no right to marry and have children (Jean-Jacques Rousseau).
• There is no greater joy than a son’s joy in his father’s glory, and no greater joy than a father’s joy in his son’s success (Sophocles).
• We know the value of salt when we lose it, and the value of a father when he dies (Indian proverb).
• There is nothing more delicate to hear than the words of a father praising his son (Menander).
• Only a father does not envy his son's talent (Goethe).

Poem about father

• Father, come, there are no loved ones left after you
  Hope died in my heart and eyes

The depths of the stomach melted, and the worry did not melt
Sharing the pain between you and me

Oh mother, my life is lonely, it is all absence
Where are you, the joy of my world after you are my years?

Your face sees a dream and the dream is a liar
O purest entity of creation, would you do justice to me?

O mother, come, there are no loved ones left after you
As for the soul and the soul to come