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Feelings of Qaiser Raza.
Zameen Kha gaee Asmaan Kaisay kaisay (Qitaa by his friend Shabbir Imam)
Abul Hassan is not only great loss to his family but to Peshawar also . He was gem of a person (a Real Koh-Noor Diamond of peshawar) In his unfortunate death we have lost our prince charming. Who ever met him became his ardent fan. A loveable charector. His sudden demise in this manner has shocked all his friends all over the world. Due to his verstile approach towards life where apart from his official commitments , he was doing journalisim, social work, intelectual discussions, cultural promotion, and many other activities selflessly with devotion and utmost responsibility, men from all walks of life were saddened.
His Funaral was attended by large number of friends and well wishers.
His Funaral was attended by large number of friends and well wishers.
YEH KIS KAY GHUM MAIN FIZZA SOUGWAR SARREE HAI
YEH KAISEE MOOUT KAY HUR SOU SAKOOT TAAREE HAI
YEH KIS NAY CHEEN LEEIN SUB ROUNAQAIN PESHAWAR KEE
YEH GOOLEE KIS NAY PESHAWAR KAY DIL MAIN MAAREE HAI
His relations with every one was based on mutual respect and deep love. His smiling face was his hallmark and he was always a solution provider and rarely brought his own problems to any one. Always ready to help and assist any one who approached him.
He was a self made man and did lot of struggle to reach where he is considered as ICON of humbleness and humanity. He was no doubt considered a thourough Gentleman. We all used to give example of him being the most well dressed man.
Through out his life kept himself away from contraversies and always talked of humanity and showed his concerned for the well being of ordinary. His behavior with young and old was remarkable his biggest asset was his friends who he had made in abundance during his short span of life. He is being missed very badly by his friends and I dont know how we all are going to coop with it.
He was a self made man and did lot of struggle to reach where he is considered as ICON of humbleness and humanity. He was no doubt considered a thourough Gentleman. We all used to give example of him being the most well dressed man.
Through out his life kept himself away from contraversies and always talked of humanity and showed his concerned for the well being of ordinary. His behavior with young and old was remarkable his biggest asset was his friends who he had made in abundance during his short span of life. He is being missed very badly by his friends and I dont know how we all are going to coop with it.
The biggist loss is to our beloved sister - (Wife of Syed Abul Hassan Jafri) and now is the time that we all stand by her and extend our full support to her. May Allah give us courage and strength to bear this irrepairable loss and do not loose faith in Allah. Allah is Mosab-e-bul Asbaab and Hul-ul Mushkilat.
May Saya-e- Mohammad(SAW) - o - Aalay Mohammad(SAW) be always there to protect us from the such barbaric and brutal incidents.
May Saya-e- Mohammad(SAW) - o - Aalay Mohammad(SAW) be always there to protect us from the such barbaric and brutal incidents.
Wus Salaam
Qaiser
Soaring higher than angels!
I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.
~ BY JALALUDDIN RUMI.
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.
~ BY JALALUDDIN RUMI.
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Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Marsiya Khawani 1
سید ابوالحسن جعفری شہید کا جنازہ برآمد ہونے سے قبل امام بارگاہ ملک عبد الرحمن (اندرون محلہ مروی ہا) میں مرثیہ خوانی کی گئی۔ ہزاروں اشکبار آنکھوں، سیسکیوں، آہوں کے درمیان جعفری کا جنازہ اٹھا۔ صبر جمیل کی دعا کے ساتھ، جعفری شہید کے عزیز و اقارب اور دوستوں کو اللہ تعالیٰ غم حسین کے سوا کوئی دوسرا غم نہ دے۔
Funeral of Jafri Shaheed.
سید ابوالحسن جعفری شہید کی نماز جنازہ محلہ مروی ہا میں ادا کی گئی جس میں تمام مکاتب فکر سے تعلق رکھنے والے افراد کی کثیر تعداد میں شرکت نے اس حقیقت کو عیاں کیا ہے کہ جعفری شہید کسی ایک فرقے یا جماعت یا نظریئے سے نہیں بلکہ انسانیت پر یقین رکھتے تھے جن کی اعلیٰ اقدار کو بڑھانے کے لئے انہوں نے اپنی تمام زندگی وقف کر رکھی تھی۔ اللہ تعالیٰ جل جلالہ جعفری شہید کے صدقے ہمارے درجات بلند فرمائے۔ ہماری مشکلات آسان فرمائے۔ ملک میں جاری خونریزی اور فسادات ختم ہوں۔ پشاور پھر سے شاد و آباد ہو جائے۔ رونقیں لوٹ آئیں لیکن ہم جعفری شہید کی کمی ہمیشہ محسوس کرتے رہیں گے جس کے خون سے اس چمن میں بہار آئے گی۔ انشا اللہ ضرور آئے گی۔
Remembering Jafri
Remembering Syed Abul Hassan Jafri
By Afzal Hussain Bokhari
On entering a privately-run college in Phase II of Hayatabad, the lady lecturer in Urdu, like the rest of staff members, deposited her cell phone at the main gate as a newly introduced security measure. Hardly had she started her lecture in the class when the gate-keeper popped in with the college teacher’s intermittently ringing phone set. On line was her husband who did not give details but told her to immediately rush back home.
Rush back home she did but never even once had writer Qudsia Qudsi thought that a heart-rending tragedy lay in wait for her. In Sarhad Street of Gulberg, some unidentified men had pumped seven bullets into her brother Syed Abul Hassan Jafri and his blood-stained dead body lay in the operation theatre of the Combined Military Hospital.
For the last 30 years, Jafri had been working in the Iranian consulate. At the time of his assassination, he was the consulate’s public relations officer. On November 12, he left his Gulberg residence at 8-10am. Minutes after his departure, wife Daisy heard some gunshots outside the house. She peered out of the gate and saw the car in an unusual condition. With uncovered head and barefooted she rushed out and saw Jafri bleeding profusely on the car seat.
She told mourners that for some days a stranger in the garb of a beggar arrived exactly at 8am and crouched outside her home apparently to seek alms. While leaving for office, Jafri used to bend to one side and hand down a few coins to the ‘malang baba’ daily. On that fateful day, the ‘malang baba’ surprisingly failed to show up. On Thursday, both of them disappeared; the ‘malang baba’ temporarily and Jafri eternally. The ‘malang baba’ presumably started collecting coins outside some other home.
Jafri belonged to a known Sadaat family of Peshawar. His father Syed Ahmad Hussain served as post master. After independence he migrated to Pakistan from Anbala in the eastern Punjab now in India. Jafri’s mother Fatima Begum was from the Persian-speaking Qazalbash family of Peshawar and was known old Peshawaris as Apa Fatima. Syed Ahmad Hussain had two sons named Asad and Abul Hassan and two daughters named Nagis and Qudsia.
Jafri’s funeral prayers were offered in the Imambargah Mohalla Marviha inside Chah Shahbaz. Highly emotional scenes were witnessed when his dead body was brought to the crowded Imambargah from the CMH. His sisters and widow beat up their faces in pain and anguish. Tears welled up into the eyes of friends and relatives at the thought of Jafri’s premature death. Many of the mourners sobbed silently without talking to anyone.
Jafri's only daughter (Mahwash) got married to the son of his brother Asad, who retired from Pakistan Air Force. After marriage, Mahwash flew off to Britain along with the groom. She received the sad news of Jafri’s assassination in London. In a state of shock the couple caught the first available flight to Pakistan and landed into Peshawar well in time to attend the ritual of ‘soyem’ (recitation from the holy Quran & Majlis e Aza on the third day of death).
As the bad luck would have it, one of Jafri’s cousins, Syed Qamar Abbas, retired audit officer of Wapda, was on his way back home from Jafri’s ‘soyem’ when he suffered a massive heart attack.
He was taken first to the Lady Reading Hospital and then to Hayatabad Medical Complex but both declined to take the case saying the government had declared emergency in the two hospitals after the Ring Road Chowk blast in Pishtakhara on Saturday evening.
All the relatives that had gathered at Jafri’s residence later converged on Qamar’s house in Hayatabad. After his funeral prayer in a park in D-5 sector of Phase I, Qamar Abbas was laid to rest in his ancestral graveyard in city. He left behind a widow, a son and four daughters.
The mourners that converged on Qamar’s home included Qudsia Qudsi, the sister of late Jafri. She has to her credit a collection of poetry and two other books of prose. She is an outspoken activist of the Women Writers’ Forum and makes it a point to attend all its functions.
Jafri’s death was widely condoled by his admirers both inside Pakistan and outside of it. Mohammad Taqi, for instance, who teaches and practises medicine in the University of Florida, USA, grew up in Jafri’s neighbourhood in Mohalla Dhakki Munawar Shah. He penned down a brief obituary note and faxed it to some of Jafri’s friends.
A local newspaper carried it on its back page as a timely tribute to the departed soul. In an email, Dr Taqi commented on Jafri’s murder: “I am not sure whether nausea is inside me or I am inside nausea”. Taqi recalled the Italian Vespa scooter with double indicators that Jafri used in the mid-1980s.
Just before Taqi, Murtaza Haider Butt, who is associated with Canada’s Ryerson University as a Ph. D. scholar, wrote a blog for Dawn.com about the moments he spent with Jafri while studying Civil Engineering in Peshawar’s University of Engineering and Technology. Here one is not forgetting the obituary note that Haroon Rashid posted on the web site of BBC Urdu. He reminisced about the days that he spent with Jafri while working for an English-language newspaper.
Jafri’s colleagues in the newspaper office marveled more at his neat and clean dress than at the hurriedly-written stories that he filed to the newsroom. The sub-editors relished the juicy background that Jafri narrated but smoked furiously while putting sense into his wordage. As a reporter he loved to do an assignment on the rapidly disappearing values of the local culture.
With a heavy heart, one feels like winding up this piece with lines from Nisar Nasik’s poetry: “Main saazishon main ghira ik yateem shahzada; yaheen kaheen koi khanjar meri talash mai hai!”
Ends.
http://www.statesman.com.pk/buk-2/bk%2011%2016.htm
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