Waalaykom assalaam :) It was good alhamdulilah! I was working, so I didn't get to see him as much as I would have liked to, but alhamdulilah. I'll tell you a story since I'm never on here anymore for those of you who ask me for some positivity. My dad has always had an aversion to going to the Haram and Mecca/Medina in general. I've never seen him miss a prayer no matter where we are masha Allah. I remember once when we were young and in Disney World, it began to pour rain, and baba couldn't find a place to pray. So he prayed outside, in the rain, with a poncho as a rug. Anytime I go to him with a verse of the Qur'an asking him something about it, I only need to say the first two words, and he finishes the recitation for me and tells me where it is in the Qur'an. When I first started studying Islam, he was the only person I was comfortable discussing religion with. These are more quantitative gauges of religion, but my dad is always someone I've aspired to be like, religion wise, masha Allah. No one has ever or will ever treat me as well as he does Alhamdulilah. Since I first went to Mecca, I've been pushing that he come with me. Asking, inquiring, then begging, pleading. For years. But something was holding him back, and I was never sure of what it was. He just wasn't into it, and I was beginning to accept that. Last March, I was doing my circumambulations (tawaaf) at umrah, and I was texting my dad telling him I wished he was with me. One of my teachers was being pushed in a wheel chair next to me, and when he saw me crying, I told him that I just wished my dad could be with me. So he told me to make baba a video of the kaaba, of all of my friends and I doing tawaaf, and telling them how much I wished he was with us.Fast forward to December--that same year--and there I was, meeting my dad, in the last place I thought he would be, in the mosque of the Prophet (pbuh). He smiled at me and said, "Did you ever believe I'd come?" As my parents get older, my heart breaks for not loving them more when I was younger, for not taking care of them, and for fighting them. But sometimes we have to go through some bad to get to the good. And I'm so, so thankful alhamdulilah. Don't give up on your duas just because they aren't answered the first time, or the second time, or the hundredth time. Because they'll be answered eventually, and when they are, you'll be glad you waited :)