My Dad always comes to my dream when I miss him. Like tonight. He came with his brown Islamic clothes and his black kopyah. The performance that almost similar with his performance when he goes to mosque everyday. In my dream I saw his face so pure and so bright. He told me to study, I hug him tightly and crying. Then, He had to go. I said salam “Assalamualaikum” then He answered me “Waalaikumsalam”. Then, He suddenly disappear. I miss you so much, Dad.