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My Father

Posted on: November 19, 2011


My Father
Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: November 19, 2011
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My Father
Every father is a guard, a support, a provider and a caretaker of his family. So was my father Syed Fazle Ali. He was very good-humoured, intellectual with beyond belief memory, but, he was an utter honest, affectionate and straightforward down to earth man. He was a self made. He being very intelligent, qualified all his exams with flying colors. After completing his education he joined Indian Railways as Station Master
After Independence he was transferred to Lalamusa.
He moved to Karachi after retirement , where most of his relatives had settled after migration from India.
My father (we called him Babuji) being straightforward and service man was oblivious of business tactics. Some of his friends asked him to buy shops out of his provident fund rent out the shops to enjoy his retired life.
Babuji rented out two shops and opened a cloth shop to run it himself. He had no previous experience of business. He had two hobbies. One was to increase his English vocabulary. For that he loved to read thesaurus and second hobby was to read Ibn e Safi’s detective Imran series. During this activity if any one came to buy cloth he used to get very angry for being disturbed. Refusing he asked them to buy from shops but not to disturb him
since he was so absorbed in reading that didLadies knew very well how simple he was. They would hide stuff from his sight and take away free of cost. My father was least concernedn’t even bother while other shopkeepers smiled at my father’s simplicity and carefree attitude towards business.
He thought that he is fair and honest so are all people around him.
He would go out for lunch or tea break leaving the shop open. After returning he found his shoes or coat or other necessary items missing. He would grumble at unseen thieves and again started reading either dictionary or Ibn e safi. Often ladies who knew his nature very well asked him to give fabric according to their requirement on credit. My father being kind and generous always did. He noted dates, names and amount religiously in his register. But no lady ever returned to pay back his money
End result was that his shop was getting empty but his register was getting fewer pages for the credits buyers.
He was very strict in his rules and principles. He never ever gave any piece of cloth free of cost to my brother
My brother always bought on cash payment.
So after some years my brother asked him to wind up his business as he had gained enough business experience and born quite heavy loss
The other shops were sold too. How, why, when and by whom they were sold out is still a mystery
Babuji lived in Karachi where as mother n I lived with brother in Peshawar. Babuji slipped in wash room while taking shower. His hip joint got fractured. My brother and I came from Peshawar. The doctor told my brother that father has astonishing memory. My father told the name the make and the taste of the medicine to the doctor though his eyes were closed and he was not fully conscious after surgical treatment.
He had tasted that medicine some thirty years back in India.
After he got slightly stable my brother asked him to accompany us to Peshawar.
This is part I. If readers like it then I will write more about my Babuji’s first ever flight from Karachi to Peshawar and much more
I am sure my dear Babuji must be smiling high up in the heavens reading all this about him, I have all respect and love for him.

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25 Responses to "My Father"

Great story about a great man.

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v good , nice true story

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im glad you liked yr grandfather’s true story. if i get more comments then i will continue to write more about him. he was a man difficult to find in this era. may his soul rest in eternal peace ameen

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What a great man , and i am amazed after reading about his astonishing memory. Masha Allah .

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yes Waqas he was 70 years when he recalled the name of that medicine:)

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Wow this is great, good job and keep it up

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ohho now I realized keh aap kis par parhi hain.great man masoom.YOU gave me motivation to write about my father also.Keep it up.sabiha

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my dear respected friend Sabiha ji plz before giving comments to any blog write yr email id otherwise readers will think I’m writing the comments myself lolz

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like father like daughter 🙂 u r replica of him. At times when you woke up from sound sleep, u didn’t remember our names but u easily recalled the name of ur childhood servants 😛

Considering our family history, I always discouraged you to start your own business . Other wise you ll make more wonders like Nana Abba 🙂

Reading your old memories is really refreshing. Keep it up and don’t stop writing. Lov u so much

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sweetheart you know me so well . im fortunate to have loving understanding children like you. love U more

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Hi, I m anxious to read more about Babuji.

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I AM so happy that there’s some one who likes to know more about my Babuji. thank you Iqbal

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I can not find any difference between proud father and proud daughter. I believe religiously that all mothers and fathers like babuji and and my abba don’t belong to this earth, salute to their originality and kindness.

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WOW !!!
Waiting for part II
amazed to read and know that there was a time when exists such innocent people.

Plz Continue . . .

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WOW !!!
Waiting for part II
amazed to read and know that there was a time when exists such innocent people.
Plz Continue . . .

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Innocent peoples, great stories! i never saw ur or mine father but i can say that this is reflection of ur personality, simple but beautiful!

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Thank you Zainab dear and Surriya dear for kind comments. im so happy to know that you all are waitng to know more about my father. every word is true here except for names of trees coz i forgot to write creepers of grapes n plums n wrote peaches instead of plums:)

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very kind and humble man as ammi always tells us about dada.It is interesting to know how he loved to read.I believe you have inherited from your father.

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u write with such an ease that i marvel at ur natural tendency towards writing , keep on writing about ur babuji i love it

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lovely story! I want to know more about your Babu jii. keep writing my love! 🙂

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wow!!
u wrote so beautifully and yet in plain words abt ur babuji!
waiting to read more about ur sweet memories with ur father noo! BABUJI! 🙂 (loved the way u call him)

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its so good to know about your babuji! 🙂 keep writing! 🙂 love you!

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thank you Bia beta. read the second part also of my father Babuji

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