Khandan-E-Asad
VOL I December 1999 ISSUE II
Topics Inside
- Condolences
- History
- Shijra
- Messages
- Birthdays
- Hadith
jaanimaaz and said to Rabia to press on her back on the left side, while Rabia pressed her nanimaa said, "Rabia I am much worried about everyone". Rabia said "why do u worry dadimaa everything will be fine" nanimaa became restless and said to Rabia to bring some honey water, she drank that 1/4th glass of water sip by sip, in between each sip she lied down... got up took another sip and again lied down. Rabia went to khalajaan and mamujaan and said that nanimaa is feeling uneasy; they told her to take Zainab with her and try to entertain nanimaa. They thought it wasn't serious. Soon Rabia went back to nanimaa and called her, nanimaa was lying down on her right side, nanimaa turned with strange khrrrr.... voice, her eye-balls were close towards her nose and her hands crooked, Rabia shouted that something has happened to dadimaa. Khalajaan and mamujaan came running, khalajaan took nanimaa in her arms, nanimaa vomited and suffered some respiratory problem, so Zainab and mamujaan pumped her and Rabia gave her artificial respiration. Khalubba hurried to the doctor, but doctor said to bring the patient, nobody could lift nanimaa, then mamujaan and khalubba went back to the doctor again but again the doctor refused to come. By the time they returned nanimaa had left this world. When khalubba and mamujaan went to call the doctor. Rabia and Zainab phoned to Fatima and asked what to do, on her advice they looked for the pulse rate and pumped her, but the pulse could not be noticed. All this happened within a short span of time i.e. just from 9:15 to 9:30 pm. The zamzam water that Zubair brought from Hajj was used up in pouring in the grave. She was looking so relaxed, I never saw her so much relieved when she was alive, she was just glowing when kept in the grave. May she receive a high level in jannath-ul- firdaus.
AMEEN.
Nanimaa / Dadimaa was born on 25th Dec - 7th Safar.
- Sarvat & Rabia
Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi Raji'un
Assalaamu alikum
This second edition of Khandan e Asad is being published at the end and the beginning of the century same as goodbye and welcome. Not just to the centuries but the days and moments of life that come and go away with all its ups and downs in this mortal world of Allah. So let all of us be thankful to Allah for giving us the precious moment the best gifts in this world "life' and making us Muslims. May Allah guide us to be a perfect Muslims, stay on the right path for whom He send His blessing. We live and die on Islam and live happy healthy wealthy and gracious lives loving and caring and respecting each other and not to hurt their feelings. AMEEN.
First of all let us welcome the new couples Saif & Fameena and Khalid & Asra may Allah bless your wedded lives. Congratulations to Shaibaz & Fouzia on the birth of their first born baby boy Nabil F Khan. As we all know part of this newsletter is being dedicated to my "MA" as she told khairaabaad to this mortal world and is resting in peace in her own home may Allah rest her soul in peace and forgive her and by His fazal grant her a place in Jannahtul Firdous. and also to my choti phupma and give sabr to us all. My condolences to everyone.
I remember my mom as a loving caring and hardworking strong poise lady, very much giving. She was very knowledgeable and very creative. She loved each and every child of hers with everyone as being special. Especially the boys. For Eid and jagneke rath My Abba use to bring tons of white cloth and some colorful cloth and ammi use to sit by her machine all day and all night to complete her work and made sure all of us had our new clothes. Let me tell you some things I knew about my mom as far as I can remember: born on December 25, 1926, she had two more sisters and two brothers, she also had two moms. Her real mother died when she was still a little girl and she went to Panchgani for Boarding School. She did her Sr. Cambridge she also gave her matrick (SSC) exam with Appama & Appajaan at Aligar University. She was the favorite daughter of her dad, who gave her everything she wanted. She was from a wealthy and well known respected family and so she knew more than what a woman usually knows. She knew how to swim, sew, embroidery work, knitting, art work, and craft. She had an English cook to teach her cooking. You could talk to her about any topic and she knew all about it: politics, science, religion. She had the knowledge of Judaism and Christianity. She use to tell us the religious stories and hadiths she was very religious and cultural. She knew poetries ghazals songs could play the harmonica, tabla flute and even the guitar. Ammi was always working doing this or that she never had a dull moment she never even had a complete nights sleep when we were growing up. Whenever I use to wake up I saw her awake she took the best care of her kids, all of her children were always neat all clean and dressed up.
Abbu and Ammi gave us good training educations and a good home. We were all active in everything we wanted to be as long as it was within religious rights. Not just her own kids but she loved her grandchildren even more than that, especially Zubair. He was with her till almost the age of two and a half years, till then Zubair was being raised as a spotless baby - neat and clean and spoiled by the love, but well behaved. She was liked by all and she liked everyone. The 17 years of her life after the death of my Abba were tough for her, especially after Anwar Manzil was torn down. She had no place to call her own home She was always sad about this. Due to which she use to think she lost respect. And she was sad for the family and her children. Due to their own circumstances her kids were not so friendly with each other, she was sad because she did not want her sons not together with their wives and children. Not even one son was able to give her the pleasure of united family. She was waiting to see this comfort with her kids. Still always thankful to Allah. I think she was perfectly successful and passed Allah's azmayesh and now she is resting in peace and comfort. We all know we loved her and respected her she loved us too. Always dua'd for us and our futures, now we have one less naik servant of Allah to truly give us DUA.
I am very thankful to Bhaijaani (Kamal Bhai) & Chote Bhaijaan (Habeeb Bhai) for providing her place to live in her last days, and also thanks to everyone who cared for her whenever she was with them. Whoever did her khidmath were real blessed. We want to keep her alive in our life so let us all together think about all the good deeds she had and try to follow it. And be close and considerate to everyone. When God forgives us after we are bad, why can't we forget each others bad stuff and be one close family. I know we are all human and we make mistakes and if we didn't then Allah would have made us all angels. No one can see their own back so don't criticize others. Most of the things do happen unintentionally. Let us take Ammi's wishes under consideration and try to be closer. Let us all remember Ammi's example and be better Muslims.
Maimuna Hashmi
Dearest Cousins,
I would like to express my heartiest congratulations on the beginning of “Khandan -e -Asad” issues. All of us cousins are far off, separated by distances and time but still close to each other’s heart. And this new beginning will get back the era that we had lost! Innumerable times, we think about thousands of moments that we spent together and wish we could reach each other right then. And this new beginning will Inshallah get back the lost touch! Alhamdulillah, there are so many of us and we always wish we could keep in touch with every one. Whenever we feel to share something with all of our cousins just access . Doesn’t that sound grrrrreeat? Hats off to Saif and Zubair!
When I wrote the previous lines I was in an elated mood. Now with the demise of Naniamma, the biggest pillar of Khandan-e-Asad, I am bereaved and would like to narrate some of the incidents that make Naniamma a distinct personality, a class of her own!
Born in the family of Jagirdars of Tadban, Feudal-lords of Tadban, a place few kilometers from Hyderabad, Naniamma was the favorite in the family, as she was the first daughter among the three sons of Jagirdar of Tadban. Here I would like to mention that Jagirdars are different from just the Nawabs, in that the Nawabs were given title by the king, whereas the Jagirdars had the property and name from generations and generations. Though both were referred to as Nawabs.
At a very young age, she lost her mother and so was very attached to her own father, Abbajaan. In the beginning, she was raised by her paternal grandmother. Refined almost in all aspects, had the best of education, Islamic knowledge and was trained in cooking by the cooks from England and was also trained in cooking Mughlai dishes. She had a scar on her eyebrow, which was the consequence of a fall from one of her horse riding experiences. Later she was sent to Panchgani, a hill station, where she studied in a famous convent boarding school. After her matriculation, tenth standard, she came back to Hyderabad where she got married to the son of her father’s cousin. Abbu had the responsibility of his two younger brothers and two unmarried younger sisters, and she shared this responsibility with great ease and patience, offering everything she had, and took care of Abbu’s mother and his aunt till their death. She had six daughters and three sons and people say that they were always neat and well dressed, dresses sewn by their own mother! She not only knitted and sew dresses of her granddaughters but also for her great grand daughters.
Apart from these qualities, that an ideal woman is supposed to have, she had flair for Urdu literature and she knew innumerable poetries by heart in Urdu as well as in Persian. She had memorized many surahs from Quran Sharief and to your surprise, she was still memorizing one of the bigger surahs and would recite it to our moulvi-saheb along with us. That was her zeal, zeal to acquire knowledge. She kept reading books & articles in Urdu and English. She was never idle, never ever. I remember when there was not anything to do, she was plucking the grass weeds with her own hands in the back yard of Anwar Manzil. Now, when I recall this incident, I was wondering if this woman was the same little girl who told her grandma that she would not wear gold jewelry as all the other ordinary people did, and she preferred real pearls and precious stones! Even the jewelry of her dolls was made of real pearls. And when her cousin, Muneer Pasha, as she called (daughter of her father’s sister and Manzur-Yaar Jung) and Naniamma got their dolls married, the procession went on elephants and horses from Habshiguda, residence of Manzur-Yaar Jung to Saroornagar, place where naniamma’s father resided.
Last but not the least I would like to stress at one point. It is a message for my sisters specially the younger ones. This family has always given importance to educate the women folk. You may note that Naniamma herself was supposed to be highly educated compared to the women in those days. And among our aunts, two of them got married early so they could not, but the rest of them have had respectable education among the women in their generation. So, now the call is for this generation to prove that you will not be left behind! So, whether married or not, get yourself educated. Give it the first priority because the next generation depends on us, and how we bring them up depends on what our thinking is, and thinking develops with education.
Salaam and Love from! Afroz Mohammed Lateef, Anzar Mohammed Lateef, Hibah Zehra Lateef
Love you and Miss you Zehra Kamal Lateef
To all my dear family,
Asslamu Alaikum
I wish to convey my deepest regards of sympathy to all that are reading. We will truly miss our wonderful "Naniamaa, Mummy, Dadimaa..." or whatever it was we so lovingly called her. I pray to Allah (swt) to rest her soul in peace. May her "Rooh" have sakoon and no takleef. May Allah give her Buksheesh and entrance into Jannatul Firdaus.
I envy all my cousins who were able to see her on a frequent basis and get her love and affection at all times. Those who were able to see her laugh, talk, and walk in her beautiful ways. Those who were able to grow up within her wings of love. Always within her "nazar". I hope you all cherish those memories forever and realize how lucky you all were for all the good times you had with her. I will always regret that I was not able to visit my dear Mummy for over 8 years. To take for granted that she would always be there. I will not let that stop me though from keeping her in my memories as I have for the last eight years, close to my heart. Inshallah I shall do this for the next eighty.
I hope Allah (swt) gives all of us and our parents "sabr". For they have all been through so much over the years. May they know that I love them and all of you and hope everyone can some how pull together in wake of this tragedy. Realizing we will not always be here, so cherish the family while we still can. Putting our pasts behind us and forgiving one another for whatever may have happened. Inshallah from this day on I shall try and keep in touch with you all. I hope you all have the same pledge. And keep me in your duas. May Allah(swt) bless Mummy and let her know we truly miss her and love her.
PEACE FOR HER
Lovingly,
Asma
Our condolences to all for the loss of a loving, intelligent, talented, thoughtful, generous, and classy woman (to say the least) who is missed by all that loved her. My Allah give Mummy her deserved place in Heaven.
Ameen.
Love
Sajid & Rana Darvesh and Family
After nine years I got a chance to go to India, I hardly could believe it until I landed on Hyderabad Airport, passed through immigration and customs and finally saw the crowd. Actually I saw my favorite Butul she was the only gori amongst the crowd. Then I met all the kids of Jambagh.
It took me three days to adjust to Hyderabad environment after that I was okay. Had to meet a lot of people and had lot of things to do. I was so busy that I could not figure out what to start from where. Saif's "shaadi" went okay. We also organized a picnic for the first time and had a wonderful time. During my trip the supply of "odo-mos" mosquito repeller had declined to a great extent and the prices of the mosquito repeller had risen due to some big guy who had come from Chicago.