IN THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR BROTHER MOHAMED AHMED H ARWO
BY NAJAT AHMED H ARWO

"Who, when afflicted with calamity say: "Truly To Allah we belong and truly, to Him we shall retu rn."" [The Qur'an; Chapter 2 (Al Baqarah - The Cow) : Verse 156]

I cannot go to reflect on our loss without addressing the pain and the sorrow of my beloved fath er, after all it is that which triggered me to write this memoir.To him Mohammed was everything, not only a son but a friend, a colleague and above all a manager of his affairs.



My dear father,

As you may know, I am not the writer nor the ta lker, I am more of the reflector, and therefore I r equire time to allow myself to respond to my o wn emotions. It has just been over two weeks si nce our beloved Mahammed has left this world and I can only manage to gather my thoughts to gether.

I have read every single word that you have wri tten regarding the death of our beloved Maham med , and I was overcome with emotions. Your ability to report the exact facts at the most tra umatic time is impeccable.
The death of my only brother and your only son has left a whole in my heart, and on most days I feel as if someone has cut off my limp. As he wa s my everything, my shoulder to lean on, my adv iser, my best friend, my guardian, my protector, my role model, my councillor, and my motivator. In all the roles he played as a son, brother, husb and, father, nephew, friend, cousin and grandchi ld he played them ever so perfectly. He filled all our lives with love, kindness and generosity. I was always in awe of his ability to handle life's predicaments with grace, humility and most imp ortantly with enthusiasm, always putting a posit ive spin on things. Mahammed always ensured to give everyone the time and attention they needed, was never too busy for anyone. In my entire life, I can not think of one memory that sees him in a negative light. Always the peace maker, the joker, the humanitarian, never the fighter.

I feel that there are hardly any words in any language that can truly describe my beloved brothe rs character. Word used would just seem like an exaggeration or even false!! But the truth is he was simply a rare gift, a blessing that was bestowed upon us by Allah. Mahammed's time on this earth might have been short but was very propitious. He was only 36 yet his accomplishments in life can be comparable to a retired 70 year old man. In his evanescent life he has achieved more than most adults can attain in their lifetime.

My dear brother always joked that it was not only you and mum who raised me, that he was also a big part of my upbringing. It is ever so surreal that I am the teacher in the family yet I always saw him as the original eccentric educator. Mahammed taught me valid lessons everyday in The School of Life. I still can hear his voice saying "Najat when was the last time you spoke to aunt or uncle so and so, go and make that call now". Constantly reminding me that life gets us all busy "Bu t sis, you must always make the effort and give time to those you love the most, especially family, young and old. It only requires you to spend a few extra minutes each day to reconnect and make someone's day, month, year or lifetime. What a little sacrifice for such a pleasurable reward ". Who would have thought such wisdom would come from such a young man!! But he was always wiser than his years, born with such a traditional and loving soul.

Even in his death he is still teaching us lessons o n good citizenship, humbleness, sincerity and mo stly humanity. The amount of people that turned up to his funeral was so overwhelming. What a sig ht it was, to see people travel from all corne rs of the UK and rest of world just to pay him an d us respect. The mosque was so full, that peopl e were praying outside, Masha Allah what a bea utiful sight it was. He had made an impact to eve ry one that he met, all saying how amazing he w as, and all agreeing that he was the ideal son. It was so touching to see how family members stat ed that "Mahammed was one in a million, unique, loving, giving and generous. No other can replac e him nor can he be compared to". He was every one's best friend, but those friends that he love d, cried as if they lost a brother too. They felt ou r pain and turned to my dear mother in her dark est hour an d uttered weepingly "Mahammed wa s our brother and therefore you are our mother, whatever yo u need, call us just like you called for Mahammed. We are all your sons". That alone was a testimo ny to his character.

Mahammed was so loved, and nobody loved him more than you and mum. To loose a child is painful enough, but to loose such a rare and extraordinary treasure is unbearable. As parents we consta ntly feel that we could always do more for our children, guilt ridden, never satisfied with our effor ts. However my dear father, you should not feel guilty over anything. Your son knew that you tru ly loved him and that is all that matters. He did not become the honourable gentlemen that he was without your help. If you feel proud of us , then you and mum should feel proud of yourselves first. We are not products of magic, we became the adults we are because of all the good qualities that you both instilled in us. Mohammed had your entrepreneurial skills, your wisdom and knowledge. He had mum's heart, kindness and faith, and both of your senses of humour and strength. Can't you see my dear father?? that without the combination of both yours and mum's character and love, we would have amounted to nothing, living a life with no sense of direction. Mahammed and I always felt blessed to have two amazing parents, and thank Allah everyday for choosing us to be part of your lives. We deeply love you both. Rest at ease my dear father as you have nothing to apologise for.
I know that there is a slight emptiness and loneliness that has take over our hearts, especially for my dear mother. She has lost her soul mate and best friend. It was such a joy to witness their rela tionship, two peas in a pod, we constantly used to tease them, wherever mum was Mahammed wo uld be there too. He always used to put your needs before his own.

What an inspiration my brother was. Let us keep his dreams alive and remember his positive view of the world, his laughter and smile, his advice and wisdom. Let us all aim to be better human bein gs, better communicators and make our presence in this world actually count. Allah has only bles sed me with one brother, but he simply was the best. I am so proud to be your sister my dear Ma hammed, I truly wished that you knew how many people loved you, and how you impacted their lives. Some people even admitted that they loved you more than their own children lol. I promise I will look after your heart, your life, your wife Fathiya Noor, and your beloved son Ahmed-Ameer. I will do my utmost to raise my children, especially my son Maahir to have your exceptional and com mendable qualities. If he turns out to be just 10% of the man that you became then I will be satis fied.

May Allah the almighty grant you paradise, the highest level of all, Janatal Fardoos. Ameen.

 

Najat Ahmed Hassan Arwo.


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