Ahmad Mughal
Son · January 25, 2026
1 min read
The Pen in His Pocket
Abba always carried a fountain pen in his breast pocket. It was part of him — like his gentle smile or the way he'd adjust his glasses before reading. His...
Our father's life was richer than any one of us could know. Every person who crossed his path carries a chapter we may never have read. These are the stories shared by family and friends — and we welcome yours.
Abba always carried a fountain pen in his breast pocket. It was part of him — like his gentle smile or the way he'd adjust his glasses before reading. His...
I once watched Uncle Rashid spend twenty minutes choosing which pen to use for a letter. "The pen must match the thought," he told me with that warm smile. The...