The Presence of my Late Father: Tales of the Unexpected
The Presence of my Late Father: Tales of the Unexpected – Tillism طلسم
Twenty two years ago, my father left this world after a stroke left him paralyzed for eight whole years. In the days after he passed, my three sisters and I decided to sleep in our mother’s bedroom to keep her company.
When my father was alive, my mother and his in-house carer moved him around three rooms during the course of the day – one room for the morning, another for the afternoon, and a third for the evening, so he could have a change of scene. There was a bed for him in each room.
Exactly three days after Abu أبو, passed, I was taking an afternoon nap in one of these rooms when I felt a very odd sensation. My heartbeat lost its steady rhythm and became a rapid flutter. At exactly the same time, my younger sister, Anniqua, called me to join the family for tea.
While we were having tea, my older sister, Aysha, told us that last night, just before she fell asleep, she heard Abu calling her, and she had answered, “Yes” out loud. My eldest sister, Afshan, said that she had thought Aysha was just talking in her sleep. Then, Anniqua added that when she was making tea in the kitchen, she had felt the presence of our father.
I said nothing. Was the sensation I felt in the other room the same feeling that Anniqua had had in the kitchen? I didn’t speak because I wasn´t really sure and didn’t want to look silly. I didn’t want them to laugh at me.
In the years that followed, we never spoke again of the voice that Aysha had heard, but I felt the same sensation many times and each time I felt as if my late father was with me. At the time, I was also reading The Third Man Factor: Surviving the Impossible, by John Geiger. Just sensing the presence of my father was a great source of comfort.
A few years ago, I went for a routine medical checkup, and the doctor told me that I was anemic. She asked if I had any symptoms other than fatigue. I told her that sometimes my heartbeat became very rapid and I felt as if there were butterflies fluttering in my heart. She told me that that too is a symptom of anemia, and gave me a prescription for iron tablets. I thanked her and took the prescription to the pharmacy.
For six months, I took the iron tablets, and my hemoglobin returned to its normal level.
Since then, I have never felt the presence of my late father again. But whenever I remember this incident, I can almost hear him laughing – his carefree, happy laugh. And that too is a source of comfort.
Click here for the story in Spanish: La presencia de mi padre fallecido: cuentos de lo inesperado
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