Like all of us 7 siblings I have a lot of fond memories with Abu...
I enjoyed his jokes
I enjoyed listening to his life stories
I enjoyed his coaching
I enjoyed his questioning of common narrative
I enjoyed his love of sports
I enjoyed his appreciation for arts in particular music and cinema
I enjoyed his love for literature
I enjoyed his love of wearing nice cloths
I enjoyed his love of eating nice organic healthy food.
I enjoyed his company
Abu was unique literary, learned, self made, courageous fighter, rebel and loving and cool personality. When he was called by my school principal that I was fooling around in the chemistry lab he on the contrary gave a lecture on their teaching drawbacks and made me stand tall while all the other culprits parents had to write in red ink that their child will not do this again.
When my tutor complained that he is not paying attention to physics lessons and fooling around he said doesn't matter let him have fun and he never even mentioned that my tutor complained I came to know about this from the tutor that your father said its not important to get high marks its important to be good human being. Try to find me such a father!
He carried me in his lap from one doctor to another to find out what's wrong with my health until he found the right doctor. Once after visiting a hospital we were returning back and we had to cross the road. The traffic was fast and not thinning out so we could cross... He was holding my hand started running to cross the road. I panicked in the middle of the road as a big bus was just few feet away approaching with a fast speed and I pulled his hand and paused in the middle of road. He pulled me back and we crossed the road. He said to me I was holding your hand you should not worry.
I learned a lot from him especially from all the discussions about Marx, Quran, WWII taught a lot and made me explore those amazing subject myself. He loved watching movies but could not bear the sight of violent action movies. He would let us watch old Hollywood classics but would not let us waste time on PTV Dramas. He introduced us to art movies introduced us to great actors and classical singing. In case of music any powerful performance would attract him its not just classical music. I remember I was listening song "give in to me" by Michael Jackson with him. He was amazed with electric guitar by Slash and Michael Jackson's voice and deep immersion in the lyrics. He exclaimed wow!
Its really hard to be a person like him we all have some hypocrisy in us but it seemed he couldn't swallow his food because somewhere a poor is sleeping without food. Many occasion he would start shedding tears. I felt this feeling was increasing day by day and consuming him as he felt he has not done enough. But what he silently did to change the lives of so many people around him needs no certificate.
I remember one of my colleagues had a new born baby girl and that baby developed some complications. She had water in her lungs. I told him casually and started doing my own chores But next day my colleague told me your father came to see my daughter. So I asked Abu and he told me that I requested him to take her out of the hospital as the hospital was all air-conditioned and too cold and that is not good for her and that I will treat her and she will survive. That man didn't listen and the girl died. That night Abu cried like babies as he said I could have saved her that it was such a beautiful child and that they let her die...
Abu was Yaroun Key Yar. Despite not being in the powerful circles of bureaucracy he had friends everywhere. Where ever we needed to get stuff done Abu would find a contact who would go out of way to help. In other cases it would take seconds for him to make friends.
In his last years he so wanted to do something about changing the lives of unprivileged in Pakistan. I had long discussions with him how world has changed and possibly the time of Che Guevara struggles are over. But he was rebel he had hope he talked about how the time is ripe to bring people together.
But Abu you did a lot...From selfless blind financial help to finding people work and to treating people. The count is in 100s of thousands of people. You treated people illnesses and as true Homepath treated people by becoming their Father and noted down each and every detail. Researched on their troubled and sick lives for weeks and days and nights. You traveled the length and breadth of the country just to give medicine and would get really angry when people would not follow your instructions. We found it ridiculous why you care about people if they don't care about their own heath but your reasons would be people just can't think because they are not healthy.
All this struggle affected on his own health. As his children we suffered and wanted the good old Abu back who would always be the joke cracker in the family meetings and the centre of attention but like a true revolutionary he was on a mission. Abu you did more than your part and we will carry the baton to bring change in the lives of un privileged.
Abu you were an ocean where you could drop anything in it and it would just disappear. So please forgive that we couldn't say our last good bye...I think this world was more and more inhabitable for you...All the viruses wars and turmoils you would really take it to your heart...you went on 27th of Ramadan. A date when Allah blessed the world with Holy Quran. Many pious people dream about leaving on this date. We will miss you. Say hi to Dada daddi...you are there with them and you are here in our hearts till we meet again.
Please enjoy this song to which Abu said wow.
I enjoyed his jokes
I enjoyed listening to his life stories
I enjoyed his coaching
I enjoyed his questioning of common narrative
I enjoyed his love of sports
I enjoyed his appreciation for arts in particular music and cinema
I enjoyed his love for literature
I enjoyed his love of wearing nice cloths
I enjoyed his love of eating nice organic healthy food.
I enjoyed his company
Abu was unique literary, learned, self made, courageous fighter, rebel and loving and cool personality. When he was called by my school principal that I was fooling around in the chemistry lab he on the contrary gave a lecture on their teaching drawbacks and made me stand tall while all the other culprits parents had to write in red ink that their child will not do this again.
When my tutor complained that he is not paying attention to physics lessons and fooling around he said doesn't matter let him have fun and he never even mentioned that my tutor complained I came to know about this from the tutor that your father said its not important to get high marks its important to be good human being. Try to find me such a father!
He carried me in his lap from one doctor to another to find out what's wrong with my health until he found the right doctor. Once after visiting a hospital we were returning back and we had to cross the road. The traffic was fast and not thinning out so we could cross... He was holding my hand started running to cross the road. I panicked in the middle of the road as a big bus was just few feet away approaching with a fast speed and I pulled his hand and paused in the middle of road. He pulled me back and we crossed the road. He said to me I was holding your hand you should not worry.
I learned a lot from him especially from all the discussions about Marx, Quran, WWII taught a lot and made me explore those amazing subject myself. He loved watching movies but could not bear the sight of violent action movies. He would let us watch old Hollywood classics but would not let us waste time on PTV Dramas. He introduced us to art movies introduced us to great actors and classical singing. In case of music any powerful performance would attract him its not just classical music. I remember I was listening song "give in to me" by Michael Jackson with him. He was amazed with electric guitar by Slash and Michael Jackson's voice and deep immersion in the lyrics. He exclaimed wow!
Its really hard to be a person like him we all have some hypocrisy in us but it seemed he couldn't swallow his food because somewhere a poor is sleeping without food. Many occasion he would start shedding tears. I felt this feeling was increasing day by day and consuming him as he felt he has not done enough. But what he silently did to change the lives of so many people around him needs no certificate.
I remember one of my colleagues had a new born baby girl and that baby developed some complications. She had water in her lungs. I told him casually and started doing my own chores But next day my colleague told me your father came to see my daughter. So I asked Abu and he told me that I requested him to take her out of the hospital as the hospital was all air-conditioned and too cold and that is not good for her and that I will treat her and she will survive. That man didn't listen and the girl died. That night Abu cried like babies as he said I could have saved her that it was such a beautiful child and that they let her die...
Abu was Yaroun Key Yar. Despite not being in the powerful circles of bureaucracy he had friends everywhere. Where ever we needed to get stuff done Abu would find a contact who would go out of way to help. In other cases it would take seconds for him to make friends.
In his last years he so wanted to do something about changing the lives of unprivileged in Pakistan. I had long discussions with him how world has changed and possibly the time of Che Guevara struggles are over. But he was rebel he had hope he talked about how the time is ripe to bring people together.
But Abu you did a lot...From selfless blind financial help to finding people work and to treating people. The count is in 100s of thousands of people. You treated people illnesses and as true Homepath treated people by becoming their Father and noted down each and every detail. Researched on their troubled and sick lives for weeks and days and nights. You traveled the length and breadth of the country just to give medicine and would get really angry when people would not follow your instructions. We found it ridiculous why you care about people if they don't care about their own heath but your reasons would be people just can't think because they are not healthy.
All this struggle affected on his own health. As his children we suffered and wanted the good old Abu back who would always be the joke cracker in the family meetings and the centre of attention but like a true revolutionary he was on a mission. Abu you did more than your part and we will carry the baton to bring change in the lives of un privileged.
Abu you were an ocean where you could drop anything in it and it would just disappear. So please forgive that we couldn't say our last good bye...I think this world was more and more inhabitable for you...All the viruses wars and turmoils you would really take it to your heart...you went on 27th of Ramadan. A date when Allah blessed the world with Holy Quran. Many pious people dream about leaving on this date. We will miss you. Say hi to Dada daddi...you are there with them and you are here in our hearts till we meet again.
Please enjoy this song to which Abu said wow.
Beautifully written
ReplyDeleteBeautifully Written, Amazing Personality ☺️��
ReplyDeleteI wish I had met him. My condolences for your loss.
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