Stranger Around Us
March 16, 2007
When his father decided to migrate to newly created Pakistan, in 1947, he was 11 years old. He was the eldest one among
his 8 brothers & sisters. Since his childhood he always felt the pain, suffering and loss of human lives as he had witnessed the
atrocious events, during the historic voyage with his parents and with the millions of people from India to Pakistan.
His family, leaving the land of their ancestors, once and forever, migrated from India’s Ajmair to Sind, Pakistan and
permanently settled in Hyderabad, Sind (Pakistan).
His father was an honest (then Indian) police officer who resumed his police job in Hyderabad, Sind but just after one
year in a new country, in 1948, he retired from his long service. His aged-father, who, perhaps, was sensing the ending
moments of his life, got him married with a 16 years old girl from Karachi, in 1954, when he was only 18 years old. When
his father died, in 1958, he already became a father of a newly born son. Burden of his own family, mother, 4 brothers
and 3 sisters, his commitments and responsibilities could not make him think of anything else except to live for others.
Utterly influenced by experiencing unforgettable adversities of (Indo-Pak) partition, family burden and to look after
newly arrived relatives from India and then an environment where the entirely (new) nation was going through the process
of building; he made his mission to help people and enormously involved himself in social and welfare work for the
rehabilitation of people.
Full time work and studying part-time, he graduated from Oriental College Hyderabad and chose teaching as his
profession. His only hobby, after his routine family commitments, was his social work for the people of his city and
especially for his town, Sarfraz Colony which was founded and named (associated with Sarfraz Shah Kilhora whose tomb was situated in that territory), by his father – Syed Wajid Ali. Later, he took his father’s mission and contributed all his potential in the
development of Sarfraz Colony. In 1960’s he made the land of the Colony legalized from the government through the late
Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto who was one of the ministers in the government of former President Ayub Khan.
He was none other than my father – Syed Shafiq ul Hassan – who left us forever on Tuesday the 13th of March 2007. Yet,
he left behind his wonderful memories as a role model in others, minds and hearts, forever.
I believe, this article will not accommodate, if I would document, historical events of my father’s invaluable services,
which he delivered, for the people indiscriminately. Nevertheless, the pieces of papers in the form of his awards,
appreciation letters, certificates and huge album will make us remember about his unforgettable social and welfare work.
In early, 1970s, my father and mother - opened their own primary school in Sarfraz Colony (Hyderabad) which later became
two schools, one for boys and one for girls, each headed by each of them.
The key person behind making my father to fulfil his commitments was my mother and his wife – Bilquees Begum. I want to
say much about my father here, otherwise, I know, there is equally, much to say about my mother’s contributions. She,
being a best partner of my father, on each moment and step helped and supported my father. They, together, admired the
people as a great couple. My mother died in an accident in 1992 when she was only 49 years old.
I still remember a big banner outside my father’s school – ‘A Centre for Education and Etiquette’. Whenever anyone asked him, the same question, – ‘Education is obvious but why did you include Etiquette on the
banner’? His answer was always the same – ‘Without Etiquette and Discipline your education has no meaning’.
Whenever family members complained to my father about his full time engagement in social and welfare activities as he
hardly get chance to take relax, his answer was a quote: “Allah said, ‘If you worship for me it is between you and me (the Lord) whether I (the Lord) accept your worship or not, as being your
Lord is my judgment, but if you help your fellow human beings I (the Lord) owe you and reimburse your deeds’.
My parents’ honest, noble thoughts and sincere efforts made all their children good human beings. Today, most of my
parents’ children including myself are associated with education. My two brothers and one sister are well-known
educationists in Pakistan and are running a chain of well-known Institutes. One brother & sister are in the United States, another sister is in Canada. I don’t want to speak about myself but I feel whatever I
am today is because of my parents’ good deeds.
Being an eldest among my brothers and sisters, I had the privilege to spend much time with him. He used to take me in
his social, welfare, political meetings and functions.
I still remember the favourite national song “Yun Dee Haymen Azadi Kay Dunya Huyi Heran – Aay Qaid-e-Azam tera Ahsan Hay Ahsan” I used to sing with my brother in the annual function mainly organized by my father in our town. I never forget my
father’s advice to me “if you get chance to do work which bring your country name up never miss it”.
There are so many events going on in my mind but I would like to mention one here. I remember, in the mid 1970s, the
former Prime Minister of Pakistan Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto visited Hyderabad to obtain the support of the people of Hyderabad
– being a city of opposition that political situation. He invited few prominent people of Hyderabad. My father was among
them. While every one was introduced to Mr. Bhutto by the Commissioner of Hyderabad and before the Commission could
introduce my father, Bhutto recognized him (as he was the master of ceremony at Bhutto’s function in 1964 during Bhutto visit to Sarfraz Colony to announce
legalization of the land) and asked him what he was doing at that time. My father replied, ‘I am still teacher’… Bhutto said to him ‘you should
have made something by now, at least a license of a Rashan Depot (which was very popular in those days to open a shop for supply of government-controlled food and it was good business to
make money). My father very boldly replied, ‘Thank you very much for asking this but to take part in social & political work is my hobby not my profession… my profession is teaching and I am happy in that’.
When I decided to move to Australia, everyone in my family was happy as they were taking my move as towards another
bright future in various respects except my dad. He said to me that he did not understand why did I apply to immigrate
to Australia in the first place as I had already completed my university degree, having executive job in government in
young age and all necessities of life with a happy family of then 2 children. His visionary words were ‘you may find another better job, more money, better educational perspectives for your children and better social
security for your family but the thing you would loose over the period of time will be your culture, your family values,
your parents and your native identity’ .
When I used to do radio program from FM100.9 in Sydney from 1997 to 2002, I used to take my father on air to present
current affairs on latest political situation in Pakistan. It was one of the best segments among our listeners. His
political prediction was extraordinarily amazing. From the former President Ayub Khan to Zia ul Haq, he had received
many awards on his social & welfare services from them. He was the founding member of many social associations, NGOs and welfare societies. He was
founder of Sarfraz Colony Welfare Society.
He was excellent writer, a poet and remarkable speaker. I have seen him speaking in front of thousands of people in
public gathering with pin drop silent when he talked on social issues and their solutions. All his poetry was about
human issues, about life and his connection to God.
When I completed my book ‘Australia for Pakistan’ in 2003, the first name that came to my mind was my father in order to tribute the book for him. He was and he will
remain my role model not just because he was my father but because he was a great human being who made difference in the
lives of many.
In this materialistic world people don’t value the simple and altruistic humane around them. The fact of the matter is
that we are loosing them one by one.
[Little words dedicated to my father – Syed Shafiq ul Hassan (April, 1936 – March, 2007)].
The writer, Syed Atiq ul Hassan is a Sydney-based journalist, social worker and an educationist