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Mr. Balouch with his grandson———– with his beautiful family

What I am going to share today is a long time back true happening.

I was working as Headmistress in a school. Let me write the name of the school so any teacher or student in that period reads will remember it.

Mr. Dost Mohammad Balouch (late) managed the school transport and looked after the school accounts after he brought children to school. He was a man of substance. He was very dutiful, witty, devoted and respectful jolly fellow. Nobody ever saw him worried or frowns on his forehead. He was a friend of one and all. He had a friendly smiling face. Everyone was his friend and he very cooperative with everyone.

The owner of the school, Mr. Maroof Ali Khan, was a man of principles, composed, serene and caring farsighted man.

The school had good repute in the whole area. Baloch sahib was very punctual and dutiful. He never got late to school neither he grumbled at parents if they didn’t pay his fee on time.

He had a very compromising nature. He made the environment pleasant with his prompt witty answers and light jokes. He had a family of one daughter and 3 sons. His children were well mannered obedient and outstanding students. The entire family was very courteous and civilized.

Years passed working together.  We were all like a family. We shared relief and grief with each other.

One day he brought children to school like daily routine in his coaster van, his children also attended their classes as usual. Nothing strange or noteworthy was there in his behavior. Baloch sahib smiled as his was born with a smiling face. Nobody knew that his father had died the night before and his dead body lay at home. Baloch sahib did his duty religiously like always. After dropping the children back home after school closed, then only he informed Maroof sahib, the owner. Maroof sahib was all care and concern with him.

We came to know about it the next day. This act of his dutiful and loyal nature impressed us all. He was a commendable man.

Baloch sahib attended every happy or sad occasion of known and unknown equally.

One gloomy night he had gone to offer prayers for his deceased parents. His daughter Sadaf was very dear to him and she too loved and cared for him dearly. She called him to know how long he will take more to get home as it a religious feast in their home and every one waited for him to celebrate. Balouch sahib replied that. “My dear I’ll be with you within 10 minutes.”

Minutes passed, but, he was nowhere. After a short while Sadaf received a call from some person saying that Mr. Balouch met an accident. His sons rushed to the hospital. Mr. Balouch lay in emergency department. He had a wound at the back but his face was relaxed and calm as ever.  He had passed away when his children reached hospital. Doctors announced his death.

A very humane human treaded to the highway to heaven within no time. His good nature will always be remembered. People like him are rarely born.

May his soul rest in eternal peace!

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O’ winds listen!

O’ milieu listen!

My little, innocent, dear

Son is lost somewhere;

Trust me! Trust me!

On the land, in the sky

Where on earth he isL

He stepped out of home, for

School, with a small satchel

And, lots of childish wishes;

Hugging him, I used to tell him

My love, you’re, hope of the land

Fostering I nourished him myself;

Sang lullabies to make him sleep

That beloved, is lost somewhere

Trust me! Trust me!

 Search for him please!

Tell him, his mother’s waiting

 For him on doorstep, since long

 She’s desperate to see him;

Ask him if, he’s angry with me,

Tell him, I’ll hum him lullaby

Search for him please!

 Hearing mother’s plea, the sky

Shed tears, the earth sobbed;

Silently they whispered,

Forget him, forget him, as thy

Little darling son, is no more;

He is dead

He’s been shot dead!

Dedicated to all innocent children who were brutally shot dead recently in a school in USA, and many others who were killed by drone attacks or by street killers around the world

Hamdard enriched us with healthy, positive and progressing events and incidents. I have written Hamdard only and not Hamdard Public School because Hamdard is not limited to a school for primary students but its Madinat-ul-Hikmah (city of knowledge).

The two great Brothers Hakim Muhammad Said and Hakim Abdul Majeed spent their lives with impervious and industrious effort for promotion of health and education.

Hamdard Public School was a day dream of Hakim Said and Mrs. Sadia Rashid. Both of them saw a child running in HPS uniform while they were sitting and praying in front of Ka’aba. Both of them shared what they saw. That was the moment Hakim Sahib decided to set up Hamdard Public School.  This is how Allah granted us a chance to be associated with Hamdard —– the true and real dream that was realized!

The first badge of children may remember that there was no light and no water in the beginning. It was the passion and charisma of Hakim sahib’s persona that every one bore all hardships of electricity, water, broken road and security problems that prevailed that time in the city, very happily.

Today’s review is in memory of very devoted and loyal staff and students who passed away but left unforgettable marks in hearts and glorious footprints for the others to follow.

The ex-administrator Dr. Qazalbash was an institution in himself. He was greatly respected and loved by students for his expertise in English language and literature uniformly.

Miss. Samina Jafri was unrivaled in Urdu literature and sharp wit, died in childbirth.

Miss. Ghazala another gem of Urdu literature. She was a gold medalist too. She led a very disturbed and full of agony life led to heavens.

Miss. Noshaba the humane teacher of social studies also left us depressed.

Miss. Tarana a beautiful young teacher who proved her worth as English language teacher died of hepatitis C.

Mr. Abdus Samad a great human being and a very learned seasoned teacher passed away of acute gout and arthritis. He excelled both in Urdu and English.

Mrs. Raffat Sami’s daughter in law died in road accident. She was teacher for primary classes.

Mumtaz the young student of class five of Hamdard Village School died a tragic death by drowning in a poodle which had electric current due to heavy rains.

Ijteba the brilliant student of Hamdard departed to highway to heaven at such young age in accident too.

The loss of these precious lives is so big along with Hakim Said’s martyrdom can never be filled. We wish all of them the best of best place in heavens. 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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