When my Abbi was unwell

Thursday before last was extremely difficult for us when my father, Mr. Mohammed Khurshaid Anwar (CA M. K. Anwar), suddenly fell very ill. He had to be hospitalized immediately. It took some time for him to stabilize. But unlike the previous two occasions he did not recover the next day. It was a few days when he was better, and that too, after a few dialysis sessions.

He returned home this Friday, but will have to make to the hospital twice every week for his dialysis sessions. He is quite weak.

I had to write this when today someone complained why we didn’t inform him earlier. There might be others who have not heard about his health as yet.

My father, beyond whom I did not have to see to chose my career, who has been my ideal, to whom I turn to, whenever there is any doubt. My father, who was a sort of revolutionary himself, during his youth; today perhaps he relives those days through my activities. His face reveals his interest in the goings-on of these days whenever I update him. Quite often he enquires about the next rally, next protest, next meeting. He keeps himself updated of the developments and gets concerned on the irresponsible statements of the Government representatives and officials. He doesn’t say this, but I can feel his hints to me to keep fighting against the oppressors and the tyrants. And so, while the last ten days or so when I was unable to be active on other fronts because of his illness, I resolve to fulfill his wishes while at the same time being with him. In sha Allah.

Had written this during his illness:

Jinke hatho ki unglyon ko thaam kar seekha hai chalna
Aaj unke haath kaapne se lage hain

Jinki aankhon me kabhi pyar, kabhi dekhi hai tambeeh
Aaj unki nazre kamzor, kuchh nam si ho gayee hain

Jinke godi me bachpan hai humne guzari
Aaj unhe hi god utha kar hospital le jarahe hain

Jinke kaandho ne sabho ki uthayee zimmedari
Aaj unke kandhe thak ke jhuk se gaye hain

Jinki zuban se humne apni boli sudhari
Aaj woh zuban se kam, aksar nazro se kah rahe hain

Jinki ek awaaz se sab hojate the khaamosh
Aaj unki awaaz dheemi ho gayee hai

Jinki waqt ki pabandi pe hum ghadi the milate
Aaj din poochte, waqt bhool rahe hain

Jinki chaal thee aisi, saath hone ko daurte the hum
Aaj larkharahat hai, unme woh tezi nahi hai

Jinho ne mutaale me rahkar umar hai guzari
Aaj unko kitabon se koi raghbat nahi hai

Jinho ne jawani ko apni inqalabon me guzari
Aaj naare unke kaano pe parti nahi hain

Jinko khane me dale har masale ki khabar thee
Aaj unko pheeke khane parose gaye hain

Jinke mashware ke gun gaate sabhi hain
Aaj woh khud doctors ke mashware ke muntazir hain

Jinke faisle ko sunkar log mutmain the hote
Aaj apni ilaaj ke lye hamare faisle pe munhasir hain

Jinki duaen apne-begane sabho ke lye theen
Aaj woh khud duaon ke taalib bane hue hain

I request you to pray for his speedy recovery, please.
Thank you.