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  • If you were alive life would have been so different.
    I would have spent the day with you, serving you hot tea, discussing some aspect of English Language vocabulary you were so expert in, then a loving game of Scrabble would follow and then you would not miss your prayer for any reason.You always inspired me as I looked up to you, so smart elegant and professional.

    How grand was the uniform (The Pakistan Army Medical Corps), and you honored it rightly. Always up early, getting ready for office, I remember the sweet smell of lather and the silver mirror on a stand, placed on the table, it would swing to and fro and had to be adjusted every time, the small mug full with warm soapy water and in those days there was the changing of the blade, after shaving the cheeks and chin, it had to be done so carefully. I think Treet was the name of the sharp metallic cutter, covered in yellow and purple paper. Uniform was different in summer and winter, but in every season it was clean and stiff with sparkling pips stars and brass buttons.

    How lovingly and expertly you would treat us in times when we injured ourselves running and falling, or getting sick with fever or measles.

    The best was the surprise, His Masters Voice 75 rpm record, you would bring and keep the suspense till we heard it, as the needle came to rest on the black flat rotating plate in the Grundig record Player, it would be the latest favourite song picked up from Radio Ceylon. Your love of musical instrument the sitar reflected the artistic moods of the Renaissance.

    Books? Oh God! The best collection I must say, every month coming all the way from England, from The Companion Book Club, many classics 'The Heart has its Reasons, The story of King Edward, but again the best reading was Short Stories of Sherlock Holmes The Great Detective, Long Stories too, The Hound of The Baskervilles. I know all this reading is what supports me as a writer now. Thank You Father, I love You and Miss You I could write so much more.

    I am proud of you, you were so great and gave us so much in knowledge affection care and pleasure and the real true values of life in this world. Your best lesson always: 'have a big heart, forgive and relax, to be alive is a blessing'


    Photo: My father (Col.Dr.Abdur Rashid) my sisters, my son Qasim and daughter Mahrukh
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