Bismillah.

Over the past few days, while I’ve been engaging in activities like running or hiking, my mind has been preoccupied with thoughts of my little daughter.

I often feel like a hopeless father. Every day, I wrestle with the fear of whether I can truly become the father she deserves. These past months, I’ve tried to hold myself together by repairing my prayers, staying active, and spending time playing with her. Yet, it sometimes feels like I’m covering a sinkhole with nothing more than a thin sheet of paper; fragile, temporary, and unable to stop the ground from giving way beneath me.

These thoughts are not meant to imply that I’m giving up, just what I feel every time I gaze upon her while she is sleeping soundly, with nought a care for the world. That innocent smile, how can I protect it?

When I sit with these thoughts, regrets pour over me like a relentless waterfall, crashing down with no mercy. Yet, deep down, I know I am not alone. These feelings, this weight of doubt and guilt, are the unspoken companions of countless parents globally.

And lately, I can’t help but notice how the world spins around fiat money and the endless hunger for consumption. Everything feels heavier and more expensive, crushing the dreams of the young before they even have a chance to bloom. People are buried deeper under mountains of debt, trapped by rising interest rates, while the value of money itself keeps slipping away. Yet so many lower their heads in silent surrender, accepting this fate without resistance. I understand that change is never easy, but far too often, it seems people give up before even trying.

All of these thoughts often weigh me down with negativity, but I know I cannot allow such burdens to spill over onto my child. Amid the darkness, a glimmer of hope still shines, reminding me that I must not surrender to despair, no matter what unfolds on this fragile Blue Orb. My daughter deserves love, warmth, and a father who strives to carry a better mindset, even when he feels weak. May Allah bless her, and may His mercy always shelter my family.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read these humble reflections from a small father trying his best.

Jazakallah.

ALSATIA (10/09/25)

These words are being revised with the help of AI. Still, every thought and feeling within them is my own, the small beginning of my attempt to write this little article. My weakness lies in expressing myself in English, so I lean on this assistance. Yet, know that the heart behind these lines is truly mine.