A man of substance

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A gem of a person who dedicated all his life to working. A caring husband, a helpful brother, and a loving father. An embodiment of true love.

His professionalism surpassed all bounds of excellence. I had none to little experience, as regards getting treatment from any other worth the name doctor during his life time. None what so ever, Bhaijan Javed.

A second generation cousin, who virtually became the first to leave us for his eternal abode.

A man whom we knew from our very childhood. No member of our extended family could ever say that he ever tried to ignore them or they were never afforded with an opportunity to be treated or greeted warmly . A man of honour who guarded his integrity profusely. His clinic in his native city remained the Mecca of inbound and out bound travelers always seeking to have a glance at the maverick. He had a group of his friends whom we found frequenting his place off and on.

I remember the early seventies, taking us to Qadir Khan’s cinema house. We were totally oblivious about the pleasures of a normal or a classic movie, the tikkas and mouth watering kebabs during the interval time remained the mainstay of our unplanned adventurism to their city and cinemas escorted by bhaijan Javed and Tariq bhaijan alike.

We made a sojourn to their place at Gujranwala. Probably an escape from our very home when we as children were vulnerable, considering the tragedy that had struck during our formative years. Also the events which followed subsequently. The loss was huge.

We literally went out to live on there.

This was a unique experience, five boys and almost nine young girls living together under one roof. The cockaphany of the girls on top of the roof was a common sight. The intermingling sessions of gup shup were reinvigorating.

Javaid bhaijan had just gotten off to a start as a novice. He worked from home and gradually made a name for himself.

I remember him sitting close to his mum and enjoying the very cuisine of his mother who was adept at cooking alloo gosht. He normally ate away to glory. I used to feel happy. The house was a gemutlich melange of coziness and friendliness.

The days went by. The best days were during the summer holiday but, all good things have to come to an end. Like a nine weeks wonder, we then left the place to get on with our lives in our own sphere of life. Thanks to the family who were exceptionally cordial, showing great hospitality.

Javed Ashraf’s loss is great who will be missed every now and then. Our heart goes out for the bereaved. We pray that they remain steadfast in getting over this grief. As for us, we shall always be with them through thick and thin.

May his soul rest in peace. You will be missed dear.

Younger brother,
Haroon.

 

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