The imam leading the congregational Tarawih prayer in the picture is my father. He was my dad, the man I called Papa. When the doctor told me he had only a few hours or days left to live, I fainted & fell into a state of shock & delirium, unable to grasp the reality of what I hd just heard. I couldn’t even talk. I can’t even drink. I was just crying. I can’t even stand up straight without falling. I kept calling his phone. I was trapped in a state of denial. I never knew that day would come.