Surely there has to be some perks for being a Muslim father, right? Umm, no not really. In a famous tradition, a man asked the Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) to which of his two parents he owes the most allegiance. The Prophet replied, "Your mother" three times before mentioning "Your father." What if the man had walked away after the Prophet said "your mother" for the third time? I do not think the Prophet would have ran after him and said, "Oh, and your father, too!"
In another tradition, the Prophet told someone to take care of his ill mother because "You will find Paradise underneath her feet." No mention of Paradise being anywhere near the feet of the father. Whenever a person looks into a TV camera, they almost always say, "Hi Mom!" What about Dad? Don't I get at least a "Hey"? Sure, we have our own day in June, but we have to compete with weddings and graduations. Mothers have the month of May all to themselves and paradise underneath their feet. Hmph!
I hope you realize by now that I write this with tongue deeply in cheek. I do have many perks as a Muslim father: seeing my wife each time I come home; seeing the gleeful look on my children's faces when they see me walk through the front door after coming home from work; running to embrace my gleeful children and telling them how much I love them. Moreover, the job of a mother is leagues and fathoms harder than my job as a father. I once had to take care of my kids for a few hours, and it was extremely difficult. Mothers truly deserve to have Paradise underneath their feet.