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I had gone to National Bank to get my pension where I saw Masood Ahmed Barkati sahib.

Masood Ahmed Barkati, has been editing the Hamdard Naunehal, a famous children’s magazine, since 1953.    

 He was there to take his pension too. It was immense pleasure for me to see him after so long. I served Hamdard too for almost a decade, hence everything related to Hakim Said or Hamdard is charismatic for me. I went to him. He was comfortably sitting in a chair. One of the staff was very kind and he did all formalities for Barkati sahib himself.

I went to him and introduced myself. Barkati sahib asked me sit next to him. We talked about old and golden days of Hamdard when Hakim Said was alive.

It is a sophisticated way of dressing up for men of elite class to wear sherwani (long cotton coat) when going out.

I wanted to avail the chance of getting photographed with him. So I requested him for a photograph with me. I was so impressed to see him button up his sherwani. These are values which the new modern generation doesn’t give importance to.

As 78-years-young, he is still editing the magazine and has just brought out a voluminous special annual issue.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has educated and mentally nurtured generations of our children. Those who have been reading ‘ Naunehaal ‘ and now have grown up and have become successful professionals include people  from all walks of life. Many of them are quite prominent in their respective fields, some have even become celebrities.

Barkati Sahib has not only made generations of children read useful, healthy, informative  and educative material through his magazine but he has nurtured and trained many a writer. Barkati Sahib quite humbly dedicates his success to Hakeem Muhammad Said, the moving spirit behind Naunehaal who conceived the idea and who offered Barkati Sahib the post in 1953 and then, according to Barkati Sahib, kept on guiding him till his death in 199

He made my day. May he live long, to illuminate our minds with his wisdom and manners, amen 

 

   My friends and people who know me are well aware that I am very careless, carefree and lazy as far as my own self is considered. Always happy with what I have. I remember Dr. Mehnaz Munir the first administrator of HPS used to set my dupatta or button my sweater without any ill feeling while talking or asking me to do something. So it was but understood that one has to correct and iron out my shortcomings. I never felt belittled, rather felt elated when my friends and well wishers checked me or scolded me for my carelessness with the pure feeling that there’s some one who caresJ Mrs. Mumtaz Shafique was always  concerned about me and my well being just like a real sister. My heart felt cordial regards for all my colleagues, seniors, friends, those who served us in home or at work n above all my students and children. Caring and sharing gives energy and the sensation of being wanted.

I was nominated to representPakistanin SAARC Teachers Conference inNepalin early 90s from Hamdard.

I mostly wore saris for I felt on duty when wearing a sari. Moreover a sari is the only dress I assume in the whole wide world that no matter how old it is, it looks as good as new. The reason is simple. It is a long piece of cloth without any size or shape. The size of blouse changes accordingly. As I had a good collection of saris so never felt need of making many Pakistani national dresses. But I wanted to wear my national dress inNepalbeing the representative of my country. So I made few new suits. New shoes were needed too. I didn’t have money to waste on shoes as ENGLISH BOOT HOUSE is expensive. So sold out my car to buy shoesJ I bought sandals for 600 rupees.

But the interesting part is that when I wore the new sandals to attend meeting at Prime Minister of Nepal’s house, the sandals pinched my ankles.

I prefer comfort to fashion so dropped the idea of wearing new sandals. I bought slippers from outside our residence for only 60 Pakistani rupees and attended the meeting wearing those slippers. I was impressed with PM Man Mohan Adhikari’s simplicity and modesty. He ate with us talked to us just like a human being with no attitude or complex. While he was writing in my diary I told him: “Sir, you are so polite simple n kind that you don’t look like PM” At this frank and straight remark he said with a big smile:

“I am also like you, I respect Hakim Said for he is also very simple and modest, please give him my regards”

When I came back and went to school the other day. Some one had told Mrs.Aziz that I sold my car just to buy shoes so she tenderly scolded me. She said I could have asked her for money. But I am like this—- a silly crazy and carefree——-!

My dear children my message for you all is a human being is more valuable than anything. Costly outfits, jewelry, status, pomp and show are worthless.  A man like Hakim Said, Man Mohan Adhikari’s and many other God fearing people led simple honest life servicing humanity without any prejudice. May we all follow the footsteps of them. Amen

Hakim  Muhammad Said

 9th January 1920 is a hall mark in the history of subcontinent.  A great man was born inDelhiIndia.

A lot has been read, written and spoken about shaheed Hakim Muhammad Said locally, nationally internationally at all levels and   on all forums. There was not one single quality of a good human being that hakim sahib did not comprise of.

I saw him for the first time inHamdardPublic Schoolin 1991 on his birthday celebration.  He was tall, fair with straight posture dressed in white sherwani, smiling face and with brows of a shrewd man. I liked him.

Time passed swiftly. It was his routine to pay a visit to school every Wednesday morning and greet children when they got down their buses. He used to tell a story with a moral in the assembly which children enjoyed and waited anxiously to listen to. Often he would board any bus carrying Hamdard school children just to check personally if every child got a seat.

If the window panes were there fitted properly. The vehicle was in proper running condition and conductor was there to look after children.

The teaching staff was facilitated to travel free. Hakim sahib had great respect for teachers.

Hakim sahib often used to sit on the pavement with primary class children to share jokes and chat with them and get know how about their studies. Children loved him dearly.

Once he came to school other than Wednesday. Children were having a party after their exams. Hakim sahib joined the party joyfully. I gave him a plate and a spoon to eat something. He didn’t take anything. Children were so happy that hakim sahib was having party with them that they didn’t ask him to take anything. So I offered to put anything he likes in his plate but——- he told me quietly that he was fasting. He also asked me not to disclose it otherwise children will stop eating too. He kept pretending throughout to be eating. Oh my God! How much he loved and cared for children.

Photographer Mr.Afzal always accompanied him as hakim sahib loved everything to be saved and recorded. Once I said to him that hakim sahib you have been photographed with almost all kings, queens, presidents and the leading dignitaries of the world. It’s an honor though but why don’t you get photographed yourself unnoticed with children who are so honest and pure in their feeling of love and respect for you. He agreed.

Next time when he came he brought his personal camera which he gave to me and asked to take photos. Believe you me dear reader that it was fun to take photos of that scenario. Children unaware of being photographed gathered around him sat with him, talked to him laughed with him touched him shook hands with him and did what ever they liked. It was such enriching experience for us all and also for hakim sahib.

As a Governor of Sindh he was to pay a formal visit to his own school. A bed of rose petals was laid for him to walk on. I just can’t bear flowers specially roses to be crushed under feet so I quietly requested him not to walk on the petals but walk alongside. It can be seen in one of prospectus of school that he walked beside but did not step on the petals. This was his character. I was only an employee but he honored my request.

There is so much to say about him. He was the man of the century.

The news of his martyrdom was heart breaking. Phone calls poured in to confirm. None of us wanted to believe it——— but— it was trueL

When we went to his funeral I saw him lay straight like all bodies that die, but what surprised me was a small triangle of radiance on his forehead between his brows and a little up.  It was utter signal from heavens that he was innocent and that he WAS a shaheed. He was pious, honest, dedicated and a practicing Muslim. He was fasting that day when he was martyred.

He had selected his place for his grave just 2, 3 days before he was killed. He knew it.

My heart never ached as much as for him, more than it ached on my father’s demise. My father was just my father but hakim sahib was father of generations.

I am very thankful to the killers who helped him attain the title of shaheed. Every living being is mortal and has to pass away. Hakim sahib was in his 70’s so how long would he live a physical life more? May be up to the age of 100 years, then pass away!

As Muslims we believe that shaheed never dies.  It is said in Quran that, we do not know but shaheed is fed and is living.

All my warm deep and heart felt best wishes for his soul to rest in the best of best heavens above. Amen ameen ameen


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