Mohd Nizamuddin My father was a young man of 71. And everyone who knew him would agree to that. He neither looked nor acted his age. He preferred to laugh and talk and most of all do his social work rather than sulk away his retirement. His favorite pastimes were gardening, watering everyones plants (some people didnt like this part), feeding all the neighborhood cats (some people didnt like this part either) and helping out anybody and everybody he could, whenever he could (my mom and us werent too enthusiastic about this bit). His passing was rather sudden for all of us. He wasnt sick or unwell. He weight had definitely gone downhill since the day he moved back to Pakistan. Hed never admit it but it was obvious that he missed Qatar and QAFCO and his time there. His friends and the life we built over the decades when Qatar was a desert and no bigger than a fishing town. His political affiliations were no secrets either - and many a time, it was surely not a matter of pride for us - especially when he would go off soon after the Eid ul Adha prayers organizing hide collections for a certain bhai. Many a people have called and come saying that with my father - they have lost a father, a brother and a friend as well. He was a lot of things to a lot of people. And most of all to us. He would save us when we were kids from our moms rants. Hed be the one whod slip us money and candy and goodies from time to time and then went on to spoil his grand daughters in the same way. Hed be our ride when we needed to go anywhere. And hed be the one who would fill his car up on weekends with a dozen kids and take them around town. Am sure whoever remembers the Al Maha Club will know that without him it would never have been what it was. Everyone growing in Ummsaid is a witness to that. I had always taken pride in the fact that i looked more like my mom but since he has gone i have been searching for his face in my own. The dimple in his chin that runs on my paternal side is pasted on mine too. i definitely have inherited his big feet. i so so hope i have inherited the big heart he had as well. it took me a whole lot of effort to clean up his room. He shoes are right where he left them. So are his glasses. His wallet tucked away under his pillow. His ash tray with last 2 cigarette buds that he had secretly puffed away. Just a while before going to bed that night he had done his latest favorite pastime - send forward messages to all the people on his contact list. Its been a difficult time for all of us. No one believed at first that he was really gone. Neither did I. We had just picked up his new glasses from the opticians and he had driven me himself to the airport and saw me off before i boarded the plane only to return a few hours later. The only thing consoling us is the fact that he went away walking, talking, smiling, laughing like he always used to. He wouldnt have wanted it any other way.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 06:17:36 +0000
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