Welcome to “Lost and Found Dad”
Hello, and thank you for being here.
This space began with something simple: a letter to my son after a trip we took together. I wrote it with no intention of publishing — just to honour a moment that moved me deeply. But as I sat with it, I realised these letters could be more than a private ritual. They could be a bridge — between generations, between healing and art, between the father I am and the boy I once was.
Each month, I’ll share a letter I’ve written to my son. Some will be reflections on fatherhood, others on my healing journey, memory, joy, regret, play, creativity — life as it’s unfolding, in all its imperfect beauty.
These letters are not advice. They are not polished lessons. They are simply honest words from a dad learning, unlearning, and trying his best to show up — for his son, for himself, and for the world.
If you're a parent, an artist, someone healing from trauma, or just someone who’s curious about what it means to be fully human — I hope something here resonates with you.
This is a home for tenderness, reflection, and truth-telling. A place to slow down, and maybe see yourself a little more clearly.
Thanks for being part of it.
With warmth,
Mahdi
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