In Commemoration of

Muhammad Anver Beig

  Tributes by Family Members 

Rehana Kausar Beig Ayesha Naeem Beig Umar Farooq Beig Maryam & Fatima (Twinkies) Humairah Noor Beig Zahra Noor Beig	Naeem Baig Zainab Baig Abdullah Baig Dhuha Baig Nadeem Abdul Hamid Saadia Umar Beig
		Family Members...

By Rehana Kausar Beig
His Loving Wife 

My husband was the best in every aspect of life. I spent 35 years of life with him, and no matter where I look, I will never be able to find anyone quite like him. Allah (SWT) blessed him with beauty, character, and an amazing personality. He never liked to hear self-appraisal, but instead, would change the topic. He was so correct when he said, “God has given me many blessings in life. If I were to try to thank Him, I would never be able to do so.”

My husband attained the highest place in the area of education. After his B.A. (Honors) and Masters in Islamic Studies, he received a gold medal for his law degree. He was the most educated in his family, yet he still always carried a book in his hand due to his thirst of knowledge. If he was traveling alone in the car, he would listen to Qur’anic tapes or lectures by scholars. He had a wealth of Du’aas and prayers, which he recited daily, that he collected from Qur’an, Ahadith, and other sources. He not only gained knowledge for himself, but he always told his children to get as much education as possible as well. He used to say to them that “I regret that I couldn’t gain much knowledge.” I never saw him waste any time in life. Even at home, he would surround himself with prayers, books, and work for “Mirror”, consulting with others on the phone as to how to improve the articles for the newspaper. He always had a heap of books around his recliner, computer table, and the night table. When asked why he has so many, he would say, “If I get tired of one, I can just read another.” I would ask him about the marks he would make in the books and he would say to me, “These are the important passages, so when I pick up this book again, I will not have to read the whole thing.”

My husband always told me to be optimistic about life. Everyone is a witness to his positive, friendly, and affectionate character. He was always focused on what was important and never liked to sit around idle, talking about worldly things. He would greet and spend time with his family and friends with the utmost respect, but would then get back to his reading as soon as possible.  For this reason, for the past ten years, we have not had a television in our house. For him, it was a waste of time because reading Islamic books was his life. He preferred to take the passenger seat on long drives so he would be able to read. Even after doing so much reading, there was regret in his eyes for not being able to finish all of his books. This habit is what he tried to instill in his children so that they would not waste any time and later be regretful in life.

After his father’s death thirty years ago, being the eldest, my husband took it upon himself to take care of his family. He brought all of his siblings to this country and helped them get settled. Because of this, they all considered him a father figure. Masha Allah, not only a handsome man, he was also blessed with a beautiful heart, always showing love and care towards his family. If his siblings ever argued, he would teach them by his own example, reminding them that “I never had disputes with anyone.”

He was truly an amazing person, always giving the right advice, doing things for others, respecting elders, and showing love to his children. One amazing talent he had was in keeping the family together. For instance, every now and then, he would have a family gathering just to keep the family close together. He loved his mother very much and all he wanted was for her to sit in front of him. He would then lovingly say to her, “This is my Hajj.”

For the past two years, my husband was ill. Knowing I was worried, even in his illness he would comfort me. During this difficult time, he had a strong and absolute trust in Allah (SWT). He never showed any fear about his situation nor questioned or showed anger towards Allah (SWT). He just kept reciting “Istighfar” and would say to me, “Rehana, how can I question Allah’s will when he gave me a healthy life for so many years? I could never thank Allah (SWT) enough for giving me so many blessings. I’ve never slept hungry, and He always provided me with “rizq”. He has blessed me with health, wealth, parents, siblings, a beautiful wife and children, and if I am not well today, how can I question Allah (SWT) or discuss my sickness with everyone. My Lord would be mad at me.”

He loved his children dearly and played an important role in their religious and academic education. His son was more than happy to fulfill his father’s desire to become a “haafidh” and went right away to Mansoora, Lahore, Pakistan with his father. My husband wanted his children to gain the best education, but always wanted them to stay close to home so that in the evening, his family would be together for dinner.

During the last few months in his illness, he often advised me that, “We all have been sent for a test in this world. Death is a reality. You cannot forget it.” One day, he asked me, “What will you do after me?” I almost collapsed and said, “I am here to talk to you about good things, so why do you bring up this dreadful topic of death. I don’t like this and who knows> Maybe I will go first.” All day long, he would convince me to realize that whoever has come to this world must go. “Where are our elders?” he would ask and then he would remember his father and my mother who have passed away and cry.

People say chemotherapy is extremely painful, but my husband was patient and grateful when undergoing this treatment. He never made any complaints during his pain and never questioned Allah (SWT) about his discomfort. He was content with Allah’s will. He would always say nothing gets done without Allah’s orders. Even a leaf cannot turn without His will.

I would often get worried and ask the doctors and nurses about a certain test and when the results would come. My husband would ask me to be patient and not to worry. Not only did he win the hearts of his own people, even the hospital staff used to praise him. They would say, “We have never seen such a tolerant patient.” One of the doctors would say, “I start my rounds by saying hello Mr. Beig, it just makes my day.”

His health suffered greatly due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. I was scared to see him go through this. I was afraid I would have a heart attack if something bad happened to him. When the doctors decided against continuing chemo, I finally convinced him to share his current condition with his family. He was always reluctant to do so, saying, “my mother, sisters, and brothers will get worried and Allah (SWT) will be unhappy with me for talking about my sickness.” When he did decided to meet with his family, for the last three to four weeks, all of his daughters and grandchildren came to see him, and all of his relatives and friends also visited him. Everyone saw how weak he was, but not one word came out of his mouth about the illness. People were amazed that he never complained about the pain, but I know how much pain he was in. Even a slight touch of my ring or bangles would hurt him. Despite this, he had stopped taking painkillers for some time. This was Allah’s blessing to give him the courage and patience to fight the pain and the illness. He wanted Allah to reward him for his patience. Allah (SWT) mentions in Surah Zumr at the end of Ayah 10 that, “Only the patient will be paid back their reward in full without measure.”

It is unbelievable the way Allah eased my husband’s last moments. There was no sweat on his forehead and no tears in his eyes. As I stood by the side, both of his brothers and his children were there reciting the “shahada”, and he went to his Lord in peace.

We learned his mission in life with a message he left us on a day when I visited him in the hospital. He looked sad and I asked him what was wrong. He replied that he felt perfectly fine, Alhamdulillah. He then said to me, “I am not afraid of death. I am happy with my Creator’s will, but I worry about you and your children. What will you do after me? Rehana, take care of the children. I love them very much, and you are very dear to me, too. Please take care of your health, have courage, and be patient. You will have plenty of time after me, so spend this time to serve Islam. Keep the children with you in this effort, and Allah will be on your side.” I do not know where I found the words or the courage to utter them, but with Allah’s help I replied to him, “Do not worry about us. Allah is my witness. I will always look after the children, and our children and I will always stay on Allah’s path. We will continue with this mission and may Allah (SWT) help us fulfill this task.” After I said this to him, he was very happy and said, “I had such a big burden on my heart thinking what would happen after me, but with your words, I now have a sense of peace. I no longer worry about leaving this world.”

My Allah (SWT) be pleased with my husband for living his life as a true servant of Allah. My Allah (SWT) give him the best in the hereafter. Aameen.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Ayesha Baig
His Daughter "One and Only Eldest"

My Beloved Father:
The most influential person to touch my life holistically from within and out. His handsome, ever-smiling face brought an amazing aura of brightness in his beautiful eyes. He was a very soft spoken and humble man who was a role model to everyone's lives he touched. A man of many qualities that showed his nurturing side. Being his first born child, I had the honor, pleasure and privilege of receiving his love and gentleness to great fullness. I will never forget his caring ways and amazing sense of humor. He took and active involvement in the community and his surroundings.

He was a man of great enthusiasm who had a passion for reading and obtaining knowledge. No wonder we have the largest collection of books in our household. He had great respect for the young and old. He was a family man who loved a close knit family environment. He was literally called the "God Father" of the family clan. He was bold at times, but with his loving nature, he warmed the hearts of many people. My father's most favorite poet was Allama Iqbal and favorite scholar was Maulana Maududi. My father was a person who loved adventure and enjoyed all kinds of road trips.

My father was a SON to my loving Grandmother. A BROTHER to my Uncle's and Aunt's. A beloved HUSBAND to my beautiful mother. A great FATHER to all of us. And most of all A very loving and doting GRANDFATHER to my children. I will never forget my loving and caring father who taught me the greatest values a daughter could ever dream of . My father was my heart and soul who never let me down. He always told me to strive for the best and become the best.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Muhammad Umar Farooq Beig
His One and Only Son

To Him do we belong, and to Him shall we return
On April 13th, the inevitable did indeed happen. I not only lost my father, but my best friend, my mentor, my teacher, my role model. But the countless number of family members and dear friends that have written tributes in the past two weeks has left me in awe as to the sheer number of lives that he touched. Their testimonials surely speak volumes about his personality, piety, and character.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to gather my own thoughts to try to put into words the impact he had on my life, but I know I could never do him justice.

Death, as we all know, is simply a part of life, and we know that one day, we too will have to go. Yet, when a loved one passes away, the feelings of helplessness can be quite overwhelming. With all the phone calls and people visiting to give their condolences, it’s quite easy to get lost in your own thoughts. Yet, when we reflect on the Quranic verse, [2:156] ‘To Him do we belong, and to Him shall we return,’ we begin to understand that the Hokey Pokey is really not what it’s all about.

Reflecting back at the time I shared with my beloved father, I can only remember his immense strength, patience, and Imaan. His passion for Islam, his unsurpassed courage, trust and fear of Allah are qualities that certainly defined his personality. Allah says in the Holy Quran, [51:56] ‘I have not created the Jinn and Mankind except to worship Me alone.’

If there was only one word I could use out of the entire lexicon to define my father, it would be ‘patient’. I’m astonished so to the sheer strength, resolve and patience he showed in dealing with his illness in the final two years of his life. During the final few weeks before he passed away, he met all his family members and beloved friends and he comforted them and encouraged them, knowing full well that his own end was very near.

I can only imagine what he was going through, thinking about the 200+ family members he was leaving behind in this country alone. I can only imagine what he was going through, thinking about the wife and children he was leaving behind. I can only imagine what he was going through, thinking about the two unmarried daughters he was leaving behind. And I can only imagine what he was going through, thinking about the fact that he would never get to meet my child that will be born in a few weeks, Insha Allah. Subhan Allah, I can only imagine. Allah says in the Holy Quran that ‘Only the patient will be paid back their reward in full, without measure’ [39:10].

There is a saying of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) that “When a person dies, all his deeds come to an end except three: sadaqah jaariyah (ongoing charity, a waqf or endowment), beneficial knowledge (which he has left behind), or a righteous child who will pray for him”. [Tirmidhi]

The dua (prayer) that my twin sisters made in their tribute is probably better than I could ever make: May Allah (SWT) raise him to the highest ranks of Al-Firdos Al-A’laa (the highest portion of the highest Paradise). Ya Allah, forgive our father for any shortcomings he may have had. Ya Allah, make his grave spacious for him and provide it with your Noor. Ya Allah, help us to become sadaqah jariyah for our beloved father. Ya Allah, your servant lived his life as he was a stranger passing by, waiting for the reward of the Akhirah. Ya Allah, our father’s last few years of his life were a great test and trial for him. Surely this life is a paradise for the unbelievers and a trial for the believers. Ya Allah, accept his life of that of a mujahid striving to gain your pleasure alone. Ya Allah, your servant has returned to you, shower your bountiful blessings upon him for the life that he lived and the sacrifices that he made, Ameen. Ya Allah, we testify to you that our father, Muhammad Anver Beig was a gift sent by you to our entire family; and for that, we thank and praise you. Alhamdulillah, all praises are due to you!

And the dua that my youngest sister made is also better than I could ever make: May Allah be my witness that our father was a righteous man; that he lived his life not only with submission (Islam), or with faith (Imaan) – which would have been sufficient – but even more so, our father lived his life with true perfection in belief (Ihsaan). He truly was a muhsin. May Allah shower His blessings upon our father and upon all mu’mineen. May Allah expand our father’s grave, fill it with Noor and give him peace and comfort. And may he be included amongst those blessed people to whom Allah will say: ‘O soul that is as rest! Return to your Lord, well-pleased, and well-pleasing to Him. Enter among my faithful servants. And enter into My Paradise.’ [Qur’an, 89:27-30]

May Allah give us the strength, courage and patience to continue the legacy that he left for us, onto the same path that the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) went.

Indeed, to Him do we belong, and to Him shall we return.
With much love and admiration.

Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (May 11, 2005 issue)

By Maryam and Fatimah
His Twin Daughters (Twinkies)

World's Greatest Father!
It is truly a tremendous task to put into a few words a tribute to the “World’s Greatest Father.” Muhammad Anver Beig was an extraordinary man whose devotion to his family was clearly evident. He was gentle, soft-hearted, patient, humorous, intelligent, affectionate, and eloquent. Allah (swt)’s Noor radiated from his handsome face with his milky white complexion and his fiery red hair and beard. Our father was a lover of the pursuit of knowledge. Wherever he went, he brought his books and duas with him. He owned hundreds of books and often left in them his markings for us to later read and benefit from. One of his greatest priorities was the education and tarbiyyah of his children. He desired for us to become well-rounded individuals and aspired for us to gain higher education, both Islamic and secular. He never allowed us to consider cost as a factor. He encouraged excellence in all aspects of our lives. Our father was always optimistic, ambitious and supportive; we loved to make him proud. In his warm and loving embraces, he always made it a point to tell us how much joy we brought to his life. Masha Allah, our father exuded so much wisdom. When he explained things to us, he did so with the utmost sincerity and sensitivity. He was always a respectful listener. When he did speak, he commanded our attention with his eloquent words and speech. Many times he would quote verses from the Qur'an, hadith or share an inspirational story or quote with us. Our father always pleaded with us not to let a moment pass without us making good use of it. Even throughout his sickness, he would stay awake sacrificing required sleep by working on articles on Mirror and brainstorming on how to make Mirror a more effective tool for the Muslim Ummah. In his thoughts and actions, our father was truly revolutionary. Our father always encouraged us to be active in Islamic work, even if it meant for us to have to sacrifice our time with him. Whenever our youth work was being halted due to financial issues, our father was here to lift our spirits and donate generously towards the cause. He loved to make his children happy.

Like Prophet Ayyub (AS), our father exhibited the utmost patience and thankfulness throughout his illness. He was very much loved by all those he knew, both Muslims and Non-Muslims. The hospital staff enjoyed his sense of humor and gentleness as he showed respect and kindness to everyone. It is not surprising that his medical team told us that he taught them about patience and determination. Our father instilled in us qualities of love for the work of the deen, respect, patience, gratitude towards Allah and humility. He devoted his life to Islamic work and to raising a good Muslim family. Our mother told us that until the very end, his children’s future and well-being was always on his mind. Subhan Allah, what a testament to the devotion he had. May Allah (swt) raise him to the highest ranks of Jannah tul-Firdos. Ya Allah, forgive our father for any shortcomings he may have had. Ya Allah, make his grave spacious for him and provide it with your Noor. Ya Allah, help us to become sadaqah jariyah for our beloved father. Ya Allah, your servant lived his life as he was a stranger passing by, waiting for the reward of the Akhirah. Ya Allah, our father’s last few years of his life were a great test and trial for him. Surely this life is a paradise for the unbelievers and a trial for the believers. Ya Allah, accept his life of that of a mujahid striving to gain your pleasure alone. Ya Allah, your servant has returned to you, shower your bountiful blessings upon him for the life that he lived and the sacrifices that he made, Ameen. Ya Allah, we testify to you that our father, Muhammad Anver Beig was a gift sent by you to our entire family; and for that, we thank and praise you. Alhamdulillah, all praises are due to you!

With admiration and respect for our dear “darling” father.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Humairah Noor Beig
His Daughter and "Dearest Darling Dove" (Umm-e-Hussain)

My father was very beloved to me. He was very kind and gentle, very caring and loving, very strong and generous. His hair was so red. His eyes were so warm. His ears were always listening, and his lips were always smiling. He always tried to be best he could be. He did all he could for his family. He was the best father, husband, son, brother, uncle, cousin, grandfather and friend.

He loved to read and loved education. I always remember him coming home late from work and leaving early in the morning. He did everything to make sure we had a roof over our heads, food on the table, a sound education, and a soul full of Imaan. And of course he showed us all his love. I am so grateful to have had him as my father. May Allah (SWT) grant him Jannatul Firdaus and may we all meet again there. Aameen!

Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Zahra Noor Beig
His Youngest Daughter and His "Mena"

How can any person put into words a tribute to a man who was so dynamic and whose life was so inspiring and profound? How can a daughter, so loved, put into words a tribute to a father who was like no other? My heart grieves with the pain of losing the most wonderful man in my life. Our whole family feels the pain and loss, but at this time, we cannot say anything other than what the Prophet Yaqoob (Jacob) said in his own distress: "Fa sabrun jameel". So patience is good. With truth, Allah gave my father to us as a loan, and now He has taken back His beautiful loan. This was the will of Allah, and to His will we must submit. We all must take comfort in the knowledge that the reward of patience is Jannah, without any reckoning or measure. There can be no greater thing a person can ask for. May Allah pour on us this beautiful patience, until the day we can be joined with my dad again, Ameen.

I can say with truth and honesty that my father was the most incredible example of a pious Muslim, a devoted father, a respected community member, and such a wonderful, amazing human being. I will forever miss his sweet smiles, his melodious laughter, his warm hugs, and his oft-repeated, sugar-sweet exclamation that being with and spending time with his kids made him feel like he was in heaven. He always gave me his sincere advice and always urged me to not waste any time in pursuing the temporary world, but rather to spend it in pursuit of that world which will be eternal and never-ending.

His love for Islam, his strong , unwavering Imaan and resolve, and his unsurpassed courage, patience and trust in Allah are qualities that defined his personality. If there was one thing my father taught me, it was to be content with the will of Allah. He used to say near the end that throughout his life he had been given good health, so how can he complain when Allah gave him some sickness? We all knew that what he was going through wasn't just a little sickness, yet you would never hear him express any hopelessness or despair, nor would he ever show anything but gratefulness to his Rabb.

A few weeks before he passed away, I sat close by his side to whisper to him a most wonderful news. I reminded him of the story of Prophet Yaqoob, who remained patient throughout all his trials. He had never complained to any creature, but spoke of the grief only to his Rabb. Then I told him of the narration by Ibn Abbas (may Allah be pleased with him) who said that Allah rewarded Prophet Yaqoob with the reward of a shaheed (martyr) for his sabr. He went on to say that whoever from this ummah has sabr like the sabr of Yaqoob would get the same reward. Upon hearing my words, my father began to weep and raised his hands to pray that Allah accept him as one of these. Through my own tears, I whispered 'Aameen'. To this day, I continue saying Aameen to his du'aa. All praises are due to Allah for giving me such a beautiful, soft-hearted and incredible father. May Allah help us to emulate his example.

May Allah be my witness that our father was a righteous man; that he lived his life not only with submission (Islam), or with faith (Imaan) – which would have been sufficient – but even more so, our father lived his life with true perfection in belief (Ihsaan). He truly was a muhsin. May Allah shower His blessings upon our father and upon all mu’mineen. May Allah expand our father’s grave, fill it with Noor and give him peace and comfort. And may he be included amongst those blessed people to whom Allah will say: ‘O soul that is as rest! Return to your Lord, well-pleased, and well-pleasing to Him. Enter among my faithful servants. And enter into My Paradise.’ [Qur’an, 89:27-30]

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Saadia Umar Beig
His Daughter-in-Law and "Nooh Raani"

The immense love I feel for the man known as Muhammad Anver Beig, my Abu Jee, cannot be expressed in words, and neither can the enormous grief I feel from his loss. Not only was he a loving father-in-law to me, but he had such a positive impact on my life that his words and actions have changed who I am forever. Alhumdulillah, Allah blessed beyond imagination by giving me the opportunity to be close to such a man of immense strength, patience, and Iman. I will never forget the love he showed me, the care that a father would give a daughter, and the encouraging words he gave me at the very moments I needed them. My immense grief comes from the fact that I did not have more time to spend with him, to gain more knowledge from him, to benefit more from his wisdom, to experience even more of his positive energy. But, Alhumdulillah, every moment with him was a treasure that I will cherish it is my time to go. I also have immense hope, (something he taught me) so I pray that we will all be reunited with him in Jannah, Insha Allah. It is only my Abu Jee's sabr and taqwa that have given me the strength and perseverance I need to go on without his beautiful smile, his sense of humor, his kisses on my hand, his way of calling me his "Nooh Raani Appa", and the soothing comfort I felt in his mere presence. I have not only lost a father, but I have lost the most admirable role model, the very embodiment of fear, love, and gratitude of Allah (SWT). I pray that  Allah (SWT) fills my Abu Jee's hereafter with all the happiness that he instilled in my life and much, much more. May Allah (SWT) grant him the highest place in Jannah and allow us to follow in his righteous footsteps so that we can be in his presence once again.

With the utmost love and longing.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Naeem Baig
His Son-in-law

 I was standing at the booth waiting for this brother who was going to bring a computer for us to help us display our computer programs. Finally, he came with his bright smiles and a computer, gave us hugs and kisses and then left his computer for us to use at the booth for few days. That day embedded his smiles forever in my memory.

It was after a few years that I got a chance to get to know him when I became his son-in-law. I am sad not only because Muhammad Anver Beig was my father-in-law but also because I lost my brother in Islamic Movement. He passionately loved the leaders of the Islamic Movement and was very dedicated to its cause. He did such work without seeking positions or leadership. He was very well read and kept on reading until the end.

His warm smile and kisses and loving hugs will surely be missed. During his last days, he told his wife and children that he was not afraid of dying and meeting his Lord. But he asked them to pray for him, that May Allah be pleased with him and give him “sukoon” (peace). And my mother-in-law told me that when he passed away, she was sitting next to him and she did not feel him shaking or anything but noticed his breathing slowing down until it finally stopped. He died in peace just before Salalah Magrib, the same time the angles of the day shift, who leave before the sunset.

He was done with his shift and he did it well. Inna lillahi wa inna eelayhi raaji’oon (from Allah we come and to Him we shall all return). He was the perfect example of the saying of Hazrat Muhammad (PBUH), that whenever a Muslim endeavors to do anything he seeks to perfect it.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

By Nadeem Abdul Hamid, Ph.D
His Son-in-law

For Abu Jee, my dear father-in-law.
It was not Allah's will that I would have the opportunity to get to know Abu Jee very well in this world. However, even the relatively little interaction with him in the last few weeks, and occasional visits to meet him in past years, allowed me a glimpse of his wonderful personality. Among his many exemplary qualities, I recall a couple that I hope will be a source of inspiration to myself - and the reader - in our lives: first was his patience and contentment with the Decree of Allah, and second was his concern for the needs and unity of the Muslim ummah.

With first hand experience of cancer treatment, I know how painful and exhausting it can be - both physically and emotionally. Alhamdolillah, Abu Jee's patience and endurance was really amazing, as has been testified by many others in their tributes. He used to make great effort to get up from his seat and greet us so cheerfully when we visited him, even though it was clearly a great strain on him physically. My last memory of him alive is seeing Abu Jee so happily waving goodbye to us, sitting up in his hospital bed, having wished us salaam and a safe trip home. May Allah bestow the same upon him - a peaceful and safe trip - in his journey in the next life.

Abu Jee's service and dedication to Muslim causes is testified to by the numerous projects he initiated and supported over the years - may each one of them be a "Sadaqah Jariyah" for him. His love for Allah, His Prophet and religion is borne witness to by the great number of eulogies he has received in the past few weeks. I remember listening to him discuss our local efforts to develop an Islamic community. He advised us to keep our hearts and minds "wasee-ul-maghrib" - as broad as the western horizon - in our service to Islam and the Muslims. May Allah cause us all to take this advice to heart and to love and serve our fellow Muslims and human beings for the sake of Allah, as did Abu Jee. May Allah open the doors of His Mercy and Forgiveness "wasee-ul-maghrib" for dear Abu Jee! Aameen.

Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (May 11, 2005 issue)

By Zainab Baig
His Granddaughter and "Kali gayeki piyari beti" (Age 10)

My Special Nana Abu:
Nana Abu was always special to me and always gave me the best love. He always liked my smile and talks. I was really sad to hear that he died. Nana Abu always made me laugh and told great jokes. I miss him alot. May Allah grant him peace in Jannatul Firdous. Ameen.

By Abdullah Baig
His Grandson and "Little Adventurer" (Age 9)

Why my Nana Abu is special to me:
My Nana Abu is special to me because he took care of me. He taught me to do good and not to do bad. He always cared about me. He told me what was good and what was bad. He always loved me. I've always loved him. But now the time has come what I have always feared, he died. I cried a little. May Allah bless him and put him in Jannat-Al-Firdous. May Allah make the day of Judgment easy for him and for everyone who has died in all of the Muslim Communities. Ameen Ya Rabbal Alameen.

By Dhuha Baig
His Granddaughter and “Choo Choo Mian” (Age 6)

I am sad that Nana Abu is not with us anymore. I know that he is in a better place. Once when we had a party, I told him a poem that I learned for graduation in Islamic Foundation School. When he heard it, he was so happy, especially when I said “learning never ends”. I miss my Nana Abu a lot. Nana Abu was the best.

 Published in “Weekly Mirror International” (April 27, 2005 issue)

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