Assalam u Alaikum,
Thoughts run wild as I write this. Regrets have surfaced like bubbles on my mind. Your loss feels so personal, a part of me is dead now-a part of you in me. In a morbid way, one imagines the loved ones leaving and I did too with ailing relatives but I never imagined you would leave us let alone the suddenness of the tragedy. And now that you have left us I have a hard time accepting the reality.
With you parting from us, we are orphans of your generation for death has robbed our family of the whole generation. But then again your life transcended generations. You were as energetic as a young man, as curious as a child and you had the wisdom of a century-old sage.
You were a unique personality and I have seen no one like you-The purity and practicality of your beliefs, the discipline and the routine you had cultivated, the patience you showed right from your childhood and the love you kept hidden. You were confident and commanding yet so open-minded and undemanding, a balance few people are able to strike in their lives.
We often take inspiration from people we don’t know but what we become is because of the people we know. With you around us, we had an inspiration people only wish for. But alas we didn’t have time to grow with it. Pity that the doors to your springs of wisdom shut too early for us. What greater tragedy than that can strike us?
The only consolation that remains is that I know you live in us. The fragments of your personality will manifest in everyone in the family. I know now and then I will see flashes of you in them and hopefully they in me. Your memories are buried deep in my mind. And they will be consulted and referred to before every decision has to be made.
You died a martyr’s death-On Friday in Muharram. The scars of your early departure will heal for sure but the marks are here to stay and so are the regrets. But that is for the living to endure. The dead have a journey of their own to travel.
So, I hope you are happy where you are. I hope you reunite with, aapa, your wife who you lost a few months ago, your parents you lost in childhood, your sister and your brother and your niece and anyone you love who went before you. Never before have I so desperately wanted to believe in heaven because I want you to be there. I want the reassurance that the likes of you are rewarded because you so deserve that. I hope I become the man you wanted me to be because I trust your judgement more than my desire. Allah bless your soul and shower his blessings upon you and fill your grave with His Noor.
Of everything a man does and thinks in life, on the deathbed only what he truly believes in, comes out of his mouth(a paper in your case). Rest of it becomes noise and distraction. And what you wrote stands witness to the beliefs you nurtured.
You wrote:
nishan e mard e momin man ba tu goyam:
marg aayad, tabassum bar lab e oost.!!
Let me tell you the sign of a true Muslim:
When death comes, he has a smile on his face.!!
Smile now for the gates of heaven shall open for you soon and you will hear the calling:
يَا أَيَّتُهَا النَّفْسُ الْمُطْمَئِنَّةُ
ارْجِعِي إِلَىٰ رَبِّكِ رَاضِيَةً مَّرْضِيَّةً
فَادْخُلِي فِي عِبَادِي
وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي
"O reassured soul,
Return to your Lord, well-pleased and pleasing [to Him],
And enter among My [righteous] servants
And enter My Paradise."
No comments:
Post a Comment