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Many years have passed but its fresh like roses in my mind.
Sabir sahib the bank manager sold his house and shifted to Defense. The house was adjacent to our home. The new people who bought were very civilized and nice people. Two brothers their families lived with their old parents. They would attend every delight and sorrow in the neighborhood earnestly. The family became like relatives in the neighborhood.
After some time we came to know that the grandmother was not their real grandmother. Actually when the real one passed away , the grandpa felt depressed and lonely. So their children married their grandpa to a nice widow. They lived happily. After some years the grandpa died. Grandma was left to mourn alone. Hence to kill her loneliness they married her to one old widower. Remarrying their grandparents took place three times.
Eventually it was stopped as both grandparents fell ill one after the other and passed away.
Though it sounds unbelievable but we are witness to it. Hats off to the children who felt the sting of loneliness and remarried their grand parents. Every one took great care of them, though they were not real or genuinely related to anyone in the house.
A noble and kind example was set.
The charms that Areej is bejeweled with
Has anyone seen like this one before?
Zafar is not only beset with gratefulness
Abeer also is tallying pleasantness lore:
This event is so eminent in the ambiance
That angles, fairies, moon and the stars
Have also come to shower their blessings:
Grandpa Mazhar’s wishes granted today
So does Allah’s bounty and fortuity engulf!
Saba’s relaxed to accomplish her moral duty
May Abeer be blessed, in next to no time!
Ghazanfar excitedly sneaks fleeting look at
The alluring charisma of his :
May the bride and groom be blessed forever?
May thy love and glorious fortune last forever!
With love from Anno Nani (Tanveer Rauf)
Patience has many synonyms like endurance, serenity, tolerance, acceptance, lenience, easiness, stamina etc etc
I know a lady who is resting in eternal peace in heavens above now who had all the qualities in her persona. I feel proud to admit that she was my cousin. She was not my cousin only but very dear to heart too.
She was Allah’s chosen one.
Let me share with you to make you believe my words.
Her name was Mumtaz. She was the only sister of her five brothers. Hence was dear and adored by every member of the family.
She always carried innocent smile on her lips no matter what situation she was in. Her smile was her distinctiveness.
She was whitish having attractive features with black long hair neatly tied in braids. She was middle height. I am writing all these details to enable the reader to visualize her character. She was a shy maiden. She always covered her head with her dupatta being an honest practicing muslima physically and spiritually.
She got married to one of my other cousin. Both husband and wife had very sound relationship. She got same love and respect from her husband like her own family. She gave birth to 3 sons and one daughter.
The eldest son was diagnosed brain tumor when he was just a teen age. Both husband wife got him the best they could from medication to brain surgery from time to time. The boy had to go through many painful and critical phases of his life but the patience was commendable. None of them ever complained. They got their sons married at early age to give their son as much happiness as possible. I salute to the parents of the girl too who knowing the tragic end of the boy gave their daughter’s hand.
Mumtaz Apa developed cancer herself due to the grief seeing her son in agony. She endured cancer with same smile on her lips. Both husband and wife kept it secret of her ailment to them selves. No body knew that she was a cancer patient herself. She greeted the guests with same angelic smile, carried out all her duties without a single word of complaint. Despite all efforts her son died.
She got weaker with every passing day enduring the grief and loss of her son. Nobody knew she carried cancer in her chest.
All her brothers loved her but the eldest one had special feeling of love and admiration for her. He felt very grieved to see her getting so ill so he also got ill. The strange thing about all this is that since the brother could not bear to her die so he breathed his last the same night where as Mumtaz Apa died in the morning. The sky shed tears too on the sad parting of the souls in form of heavy rain that night inKarachiwhere brother died and inIslamabadwhere the great lady passed away bearing the same angelic smile on her face.
Her husband visits her grave very often to pray for his beloved wife. I never experienced such height of patience in my life like my dear cousin’s. May she rest in the highest position of heaven and Allah be pleased with her. Amen
My Father (Babuji)
Being Railway employee Babuji was entitled to travel through out Pakistan free of cost even after retirement. He traveled mostly by train where ever he wanted to take a trip. He also traveled by sea when he went to Saudi Arab to perform hajj. But to travel by air was his first time. He was very simple honest and down to earth man with no complexes.
He was very concerned and worried that how he will board the plane when he can’t walk. Neither could he be convinced that a wheel chair can take him inside the plane.
However when my brother, I and Babuji got on board he was very excited just like a child. He got a seat beside the window and I sat next to him where as my brother sat some distance away.
Babuji was so fascinated by the lights, fan and the seat that he kept moving his seat forward and backward. He laughed himself at his childish actions. The other passengers also grinned and enjoyed watching him. He switched off and on the light button and turning the fan on either side, on his head above. Babuji had loud voice so he kept asking me childish questions about the plane, speed and altitude, time, fastening of the belt etc. The one most interesting question was, “see the huge waves, so white and beautiful” I was surprised so asked him where n how he can see the waves from so high up and far from the Arabian Sea. He got angry with me and loudly scolding me said” cant you see the waves outside the window?” I whispered in his ear that those were clouds in the sky not waves. But he wouldn’t believe me and insisted that those were big ocean waves. The children sitting in front seats burst out laughing at his remark.
He enjoyed the food he was served, just like a small child. Though he was not fond of eating more than his appetite and believed that not eating is not as harmful as eating too much. But in the plane he enjoyed every speck and morsel of food and all hot n cold drinks .The airhostess also enjoyed and served him happily. All the way Babuji kept talking and enjoying every moment throughout the flight. How ever he disliked the size of toilet. He said it was too small
My brother was happy that Babuji did not get bored.
No one cherished my endurance
My sister in law had made delicious lunch for him. When she served sweet dish after lunch was over, Babuji got angry. He said that sweet dish must be served before not after. It has been proved that he was right.
Our servant Akbar was one of his kind too. He used to clap his hands and give a big smile before asking anything. Akbar did not to ride a bicycle but he always walked with it like walking with a dog when ever he went for buying anything. No matter how far he had to go or what to buy. He would go carrying his cycle not riding. He always returned when the guests left
On Akbar’s foolish gestures n behavior Babuji used to recite nonsense verse,
Insane in side, insane outside
Whom to be bothered of;
Insane servant insane every one
Whom to be bothered of
Akbar always smiled joyfully hearing this without knowing what it meant
Babuji sat all day under the shade of a tree. He loved to inhale oxygen till sunset. He knew that plants breathe out carbon dioxide in the evening.
He read newspaper there, offered namaz there, ate there, chatted with his friend there and got his haircut n shave there. What he was most interested to ask frequently was, time though he had his wrist watch with him. As soon as my brother stepped down his foot from his car in the afternoon Babuji called him asking what time it was. Though brother came from office at 1.30 p.m every day but Babuji had to ask time. Brother clenched his fists chew his teeth because he had no other option than to tell Babuji time. My husband was very smart in this regard. Whether he was reading newspaper or busy in something else he would always tell exact time like its 1.30 n 13 seconds. Obliged to my husband, Babuji sneered at my brother that how good was my husband who told him the exact time. My innocent father! I love you for your innocence.
I think I should end it up here requesting the readers to please pray for my father’s soul to rest in peace and forgive me. I just shared the innocence of him.
Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: November 19, 2011
• In: Food for thought | parent
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 didLadies 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.