Jammu, June 15 -- It was the night before Father's Day, in June 2025. While the world around me prepared to celebrate their fathers with flowers, hugs, cards, and joyful gatherings, I lay alone in my room, as I do every night, a father without his children, a heart without its beat. The world outside was silent, but within me stirred a storm of memories, prayers, and silent cries. I thought of my three precious children: my Arshad, my Sarah, and my Murshad.

They have been taken away from me, living beyond my reach. Yet every single moment of my life belongs to them. Not a day passes when I do not call their names in my prayers, long to hear their voices, feel their arms around me, and see their innocent faces light up with joy the way th...