Every time for as long as I can remember over a round table dua (prayer), my father always mentioned this name Sahi Ashraf. Until much later, i finally asked him why he gets so teary eyed when he said this name?! He replied: Sahi Ashraf, was my friend, we grew up together. But his life took a different path. In his early teens he turned away from this world & the relative safety & security of his family. Tragedy had befallen him & he lost interest in the world around him & the lack of justice that it exhibits. (It was 1965, my father was to emigrate to England to join my grandfather Muhammad Akbar. When he returned in 1975 after the death of his mother, he reacquainted himself with Sahi Ashraf) He was true to his word, I found him under a small bridge where all the addicts & have-nots gathered themselves. Some wrapped in blankets others juz lay on the plain harsh ground. I approached him & hugged him I told him: I said I would be back. For the next three months everyday I saw him without fail & I tried my hardest to convince him, pleaded with him, to return to his former self. He was the only son & his father had left all of his wealth for him, but he refused. He told me: they call me Sahi for a reason. These meagre comforts are not for me, what I desire is far more greater. With every day that passed I provided for is every need, but he insisted he would stay under that bridge. On the day I was to return to the UK I convinced him to accompany me to the airport & wish me farewell. I was saying my goodbyes to all the family & friends in departure & I heard him cry. I turned around and saw large bucket drop tears roll down his face. I said: O Sahi, u cry as if we will never meet again?! He replied with words so poetic that they always run through my mind: O Rafiq, as u know Rafiq means a close one, a dost (friend). And indeed u have been a dost to me. I dont cry that u leave because I know if its meant to be the Lord will reunite us again. But I cry because I fought to be away from this world. And I indeed succeeded. Yet somehow my love for u has reintroduced me back to this world. And after u gone, in this world, I cannot stay... He never saw him again... (The Story of Sahi Ashraf - Memoirs of a Revolutionary - hamza 1977 - ?)
Posted on: Sun, 03 Aug 2014 23:54:38 +0000
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