In the great memories of BiBi Ume-Salma who got martyred with a 12 years of daughter and 3 years of son (BiBi Laila Batool & Anosh Ali Shah) .

Some memories are very harsh to say about but these memories are the only wealth with a person who owes them till his death and are never ever washed away.

BiBi Ume Salma if I say that Almighty made her unique in her own self I won't be wrong.. My mother told me, at her very young age my grandmother expired it was the time my mother had taken 1^st year inter examination after my grandmother's death my mother was the eldest at home and she took over the responsibilities of brothers and sisters over her shoulders and left her schooling. she used to tell me“after I realized that my father is also sick and the life is going to be worst being dependent over brothers I demanded to get admission in vocational training center, after completion of course I took a test there and got a job, my father had seen the  same as I did, and he permitted me to do the job and be independent, after I got the job I use to share responsibilities of my brothers as they were also young and support my sisters who were too younger than me"

 My mother BiBi Ume Salma who was a vocational teacher was a great lady and I saw everyone used to have faith on her. I saw my home filled with the neighborhood ladies every evening, it was like a counseling center of the community they used to discuss their financial, social and house hold problems with her, at that time I was a kid and didn't knew what is all this, but one thing I could understand was that my mother was solving their problems by counseling them well and stabilizing their domestic lives and preserved "homes". One day a woman came to our house with a girl and suddenly asked my mother to keep her for a year. She was a poor orphan girl who was enrolled in the vocational institute where my mother used to work well without any explanations she kept the girl at home. She made them learn cutting and tailoring, embroidery and knitting to make them able to earn for themselves, many of them even after her,  when I meet them bursts into tears and recall her with lots of prayers for her .

Our house had got famous as BiBi's house all the ladies even elder ones would call her BiBi and would visit to pay respect on every Holiday whether the birth of Masoomeen (a-s) or their shahadat days or Eid days without calling every women of the area would come and my mother would make them pray the Ammal's of that day.

As a mother I found her very just between we people, she never ever had made any preferential treatment among us ,[like being her son  prior to a daughter, I still remember she would never buy even such toys or eatable for us what she couldn't afford for every of her child. She use to make me learn house hold activities also and when I use to question “Mama, I m a boy and boys do not use to do such things" she would answer “My son, I want my children prepared for every challenge of your lives and those days after her, really came for what she made me prepared.

It was the golden period of my life, whenever I recall those times its like I was a prince of the throne of my house which was a very beautiful kingdom of a queen who had a nice heart with sympathies for everyone. She never had supported us when we had done something wrong, but she grew us teaching every tactic for life to be led and get saved from sins and harm. I got a very less time to spend with her but every saying and each advice of  her is the beacon on the right path that illuminates the dark passages of life still.

Every mother do the least she can do for her children and the greatest gift she gave us was, she made us the pilgrims of Karbala and Syeda Zainab (SA), the event occurred there I can never ever forget and would like to share, we visited to the Shrine of Maula Ali (a-s) suddenly NATO troops attacked Najaf and we could not go to Waadi as Salaam, we were passing by there and she cried , the residents of the valley of paradise till next year if you didn't call me to you people, I will complain to my ancestors Maula Ali (a-s) and Syeda Zahra (SA)and before the days came she was martyred. (May her soul be under the Noor of Syeda Salaamullaah Alaiha)

Who knows,  when his/her life would get to an end,  sound endings do not hurt that much but sudden physical  departure of parents is always remembered as a tragedy even if the offsprings are white bearded. I would pray “may Maula (a-s) not show parents in such to any child thatI saw her on the cot they were crying and weeping doing Matam but my mind denied all they were saying I called her once , twice and on third time when I hugged her i had soaked in sacred blood of martyrs and it was all over my hands and clothes after that I don't know what I did? I saw my martyred sister whose leaning out hands were tied by a card board with her body,as she could not bear the harsh bullets, I saw my martyred brother Anosh, he had a picuresque smile on the face .I called them all, but nobody answered me and after that there are only memories I see them, talk and play with them in.

Maqdur ho tau khaak se Puchun kay Aye Layeem!

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