By: Engineer Hilal Ahmad War
Friends don’t be discouraged, Compassion comes after love;
Don’t cover yourself with any garment but Love.
If they ask what love is.
Say “the sacrifice of WILL.â€
If you have not left your WILL behind, you have no WILL at all.
These words of Jallalludin Rumi describe the mystical state of annihilation, as I somberly remorse over the death of my infant Ibrahim. Ibrahim reverberating in my ears, transforming fluxual state of being from chaos to a state of catharsis, with great pain and melancholy, the very raison detre` of my existence has shaken with his demise.
As is said, when a son is born, father is reborn. Historically Ibrahim and Ibrahamic traditions are a common binding force for the three great monotheistic faiths of Islam, Judaism and Christianity.
My little star Ibrahim could have one day been a beacon of light in these times of existential and political quagmire, when we are engulfed by one darkness after another.
Ibrahim could have seen the tenderness of his mother, his heart filled with compassion as that of Shams Tebrez .
Ibrahim under the valour of his uncles would have made his arms of Tipu Sultan, under the intellectual guidance of father would have made him Ibn-Sina of his time.
I wanted to see him as Sallahudin Ayyubi , Jamalud-Din Afghani, Alama Iqbal , Tipu Sultan all rolled into one .
Ibrahim is physically no more, all there remains is ‘HOPE’ to see Ibrahim in the eyes of all the children of my homeland. I want to see dream for dreamless, faith for faithless, home for homeless. I want to give my eternal blessings. I don’t want to fall in despair, I will not sleep, I will not relax. I am not ashamed of my struggle. I will have garments of love to my struggling nation.
My struggle wouldn’t end with the passing of Ibrahim. I’ll wait for another Ibrahim with equal zeal and when, inshallah, he’ll arrive, I’ll pass on the baton and overlook and supervise him and dedicate his entire life to my oppressed nation.
