Yesterday was his second death anniversary, we all gathered to pray for his “maghfirat” (salvation) at my khala’s place in Gujranwala. May Allah rest his soul in peace and raise his grades and forgive his sins (ameen). He died exactly ten days after mamoo Azam passed away, he was buried in Jeddah. I can not forget those moments when it was really difficult to handle all my khalas and mother on sudden death of two mamoos in one month. Brothers are treasures for their sisters and the love mamoos shower has no match for the kids of their sisters.
I have sweet and sour memories of all my five mamoos (maternal Uncles). Starting from mamoo Riaz to mamoo Awais. I enjoyed the utmost love from all five since my childhood.
I could never comprehend my grand parents philosophy behind naming my mamoos “Azam”, “Azeem”, “Mauzam” and rest two are mamoo Awais and mamoo Riaz. “Azam”, “Azeem”, “Mauzam” are synonym of “great”. Perhaps my grandparents wanted their children to be great as Mughal emperors. My mother and khalas (maternal Aunts) always told us about the grandeur my mamoos had enjoyed in their early ages. Since childhood mamoos used to be the most respected creatures on the earth. I used to remain up for whole nights when their flights were to be arrived. Probably the gifts had been additional incentives those days. And next day in school boosting about the things “meray mamoo saudi Arab se laien hain, ya England se aya hai mera bag”
Our relations are compartmentalized in brains according to the frequency of interactions and attachments. I need to recollect all my memories when i am writing about mamoo Azeem; since my childhood. I remember mamoo Azeem once called all cousins to his place, we all were in same age group ranging from 4-10 years. I somehow cut my hand on play and started to bleed, i was not a kind of kid who started crying seeing blood rather always kept myself composed on such eves. Being elder i needed to set examples for the others. Mamoo Azeem saw and reprimanded me for not informing him. He took me to wash room and dipped my finger into dettoled water. Since then i always keep this thing into my mind that elders not only are role models for the youngers but also it is their responsibility to protect them. Thus till today everyone regardless of elder or younger, knows i have bandages and cicatrin powder for anyone who accidentally is wounded.
My mother has one beautiful dinner-set mamoo Azeem gave to her, and we are allowed to touch it occasionally, and i have a beautiful gold ring he gave me when i passed my matriculation. I remember we never bought nivea lotions and shampoos because he always used to bring for us; a quota of almost one year until his next visit.
Last time when he visited us in Gujranwala from Saudi Arabia, he wished to sleep on floor with my brothers. He was very docile man and used to call everyone as “putri” modified form of “putar” (son) even his sisters. “Wallah-hay” was his favorite patch-word. He used to say whenever offered meal “Wallah-hay Jannat ka khana hai” (this food is from Heaven). I feel always sorry for snubbing him to quit smoking. My mother tells me; he used to get scared of me and went out of home so i could not smell the smoke, however i always caught him red handed .. “Mamoo you are destroying your health, quit smoking”. And next moment he used to throw cigarette and said “Lo G aj tou band” . And next hour he was smoking again. My mother also told me he adored me saying she cares about me that’s why she stops me from smoking.
Before his death he along with his friend was coming down from elevator at his work. His friend told youngest mamoo that he asked me, “did you see the sparkling light i just had seen”. His friend refused then he told him that he had seen the light from heavens. And next day he died. And buried in Holy land of Saudi Arabia.
His life was full of worries and tensions, but he never forgot to shower his out-matched love on kids. He was a lovely, witty, lively man and an expert cook. Though a failed husband and may be father too but very selective and sophisticated in whatever he did. He always advised us to pay gratitude to Allah for what he has given you. Whenever i try to recall him a smiling face with sparkling eyes with a touch of naughtiness comes in my mind, my heart cries and i want a hug from my mamoo. The way you used to give me a pat and always want to cover my head with your palm to follow hadith of Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H) about orphans. I miss those sweetest ever words “Putri” and the way you were proud over my achievements. Mamoo i miss you a lot. Your memories and your smiles are the best ever thing i know on earth.