There were days when we did not have enough food to feed ourselves and he would advise us to learn how to live within our means. There were occasions when he would ask us to donate the monetary gifts we received during Eid celebrations to the needy and poor whom we never knew. There were times when he would buy us second hand clothes from the flea market while wearing a sherwani without a shirt because he had given that to someone he found shirtless in the streets. There were moments when we saw him giving a helping hand to a mehter (janitor) carrying human waste to dumpsters. There were also days when we saw him fasting for days because the food he would consume might serve his children or even guests. There were nights when he would ask us to sleep on the footpath because there were homeless elders or children and women who had no where to go and they had to be accommodated in our home.
In our young and tender age these images were imprinted in our mind but we did not know why he was doing what he was doing.
There were recollections when we saw him standing up late at night praying alone crying. There were mornings when we saw him focusing on a page of the Quran gazing in the horizon for hours not even responding to our questions. There were nights when we saw him waking up in the middle of the night writing on a piece of paper.
We observed all this but we were unable to understand why he was doing what he was doing?
There were also times when we watched him go alone risking his life to pacify mobs that were advancing to Muslim homes to destroy them during Hindu-Muslim riots. There were occasions when we saw from the roof of our home his efforts of persuading angry Muslim mobs to spare the lives of Hindus who were living in our neighborhood. We knew what he was doing but we did not understand why.
There were times when he would not return home for several days or months and years and we would not know where he was only to discover later that he was in prison for days or months or years for writing something that was objectionable to authorities accused of defying them.
But, we also saw him totally submissive and quiet when his elder brother would admonish him or yell at him for not informing him of the financial strains our household had gone through. He would smile and politely refuse any monetary support his own elder brother would offer in times of crisis.
We saw Indiaâ€™s President Shankar Dayal Sharma visiting our depleted one bedroom house in the crowded Old Delhi, offering condolences at the demise of his elder brother in the quietness of late night and we also saw Inder Kumar Gujral, a powerful minster in the cabinet of Mrs. Indira Gandhi, visiting our family when he was in prison during the emergency. We remember the times when Kuldip Nayar and other journalists would visit our house to have a discussion with him in the room while we are running around and we saw several prominent Muslim leaders and scholars sharing whatever food we had during long hours of discussion.
We grew up observing all this. I remember the day when I returned home shirtless and shoeless on a cold night, my mother asked me several questions. He was attentive to what I was saying. I told her that I had given my shirt and shoes to a person whom I found semi naked in the streets of Delhi.
I saw his face lit up and I still remember what he told me with a smiling face on that night: It sends goose bumps whenever I recollect that. He said; â€œThis is the beginning of your understanding of Islam and the Quran.â€ I did not understand then how would giving a shirt and a shoe teach me Islam and the Quran. Only when I learned to read the Quran with translation and then in the Arabic language did I realize what he had meant.
We learned Islam observing him. He never gave us long lectures on the importance of the Quran or Islam. He never recommended any specific books for us to develop our comprehension of the deen we were born in.
We did not even have the money to buy the books published by his own organization and he would never ask for a free copy of any. But he taught us how to pray and how to read the Quran through personal example. We acquired our basic understanding of Islam and Quran while imitating him.
Later on when we began to read what he was writing in Daily Dawat or had written in Daily Nadeem, a newspaper he was editing before moving to Delhi from Bhopal, his native town, we realized that he was probably writing his own journey to Islam because we had been walking that.
In his understanding of the deen, the dignity of human beings regardless of their background was central. Islamâ€™s essential message, as we discovered from his writings, is to create a community of believers that would not allow the weakest and the most vulnerable person to suffer humiliation because of lack of means and resources.
When his brother would tell him that it was impossible to change the world, his typical response was, â€œone has the capacity to change oneself.â€
We discovered in his writings that he would advocate equality of human beings regardless of gender or religious differences. All human beings are created by the will of Allah and all of them deserve a dignified existence.
We found out in his writings strong advocacy of the right to dissent in mattes that are not already settled by Allah (swt) as explained by the Prophet (s). People would differ with him on many issues, but he would smilingly and politely conclude the conversation by saying â€œI hope you are right.â€ I never found him saying a disrespectful word against those who were against him. We discovered in his writing acceptance of all genuine practices in Islam. We saw him visiting Shiâ€™a masajid as well as the Bohra community, and encouraging them to work with the Muslim community on broader issues to live Islam.
We also discovered in his writings the importance of modern education for expanding and explaining Islamâ€™s basic message.
He wanted to see Muslims become an effective component of Indian society with full participation in all spheres of life permitted by Islam regardless. He advocated political participation, social welfare, academic excellence and unity of purpose within the Muslim community.
We saw him working lengthy hours for helping Muslim organizations and groups thrashing out their differences and working for a common cause.
People would come and talk about others in a hostile manner, and he would listen trying to persuade their opinion of others. He would never repeat the assertions of people about each other. Rather, he would give a positive perspective on each organization and individuals.
We never saw him taking a day off from his work, not even during his illness. He at one time was diagnozed with tuberculosis, but he continued to write his column evening during the illness.
When he was active in organizing the Muslim Majlis Mushawarat after the wave of bloody riots in different parts of India, he was accused by many including his friends to have compromised the position of his organization. Yet this did not change his relations with them. He was still their friend. Many of these people visited him at home and rebuked him for changing the nature of the work of his organization; he would patiently listen to them without defending himself.
He was not a scholar as he did not have big degrees attached to his name. He never went to an institute of higher learning. He did not memorize the entire Quran and he did not master any books of ahadith.
He never sought any lime light for anything. He was an average person in terms of his educational skills, as he had not gone beyond high school because of his family conditions. He had lost his parents when he was under the age of 4. He was raised by a friend of his grandfather. He studied Arabic, Persian, Urdu, English and Turkish from his grandfather. He never pretended to be a scholar. However, he used the knowledge that he gained from his basic understanding of the Quran and the teachings of the Prophet (s) in an effective manner to the best advantage of his community and faith. He never hesitated to speak the truth even if he was in the presence of a prime minister or anyone else.
His vision was simple. The Quran and the one who introduced the Quran to humanity are the sources to acquire basic traits of our character.
Building character is a life long process and one should not wait until the perfection to start working on the ideals of the Quran. He devoted his life to this ideal. When he was part of the Khaksar movement, he was working for the same object and when he was part of the Jamat e Islami, his mission did not change.
He was a salaried employee of the Jamat-e-Islamiâ€™s newspaper Dawat. His request to all of his children was very simple: â€œgive back every penny that I have earned as a salary to the organization.â€ So, after his death, one of our brothers took it upon himself to ensure that his request is carried on. We know how happy our mother was when my brother returned home after returning the amount to the president of the organization.
I was in England working when I got the phone call from one of his friends about his death. I had never thought that I would be away on that day because during his long years of illness I was the one who always had the honor of serving him in hospital or home. When I called home, I was told by my younger brother that we did not have enough money to buy his shroud. We borrowed money to buy the shroud. The grave was given free by the incharge of Dargah Shah Waliulaah on the outskirts of Old Delhi. He left the world without complaining. He breathed his last on the prayer rug on which he had just concluded the early day prayer. There was not a single penny in his household on the day when he left this world. How rich he had left this world, we now realize.
He lived in a rented home with his wife and 11 children in a 10×10 room for 35 years without even thinking of buying a bigger home. He refused to move in a bigger home when his organization offered him that. We still rent the home. From the property that he had sold in his native home, he bought a piece of land in Delhi to be given to a person who was in need. He once was given a shop by his friend to run a bookstore in the most expensive area in Delhi, near the Jama Masjid. He gave this shop to the organization voluntarily because it was needed to distribute the literature.
He never complained of anything. He never talked about his financial conditions with anyone. But we often heard him apologizing to our mother for experiencing a life of hardship and challenges. We never heard him raise his voice in his home. We never heard him say anything hurtful to her or to us. We never saw him angry except on one occasion when I had asked him to use the influence of his friend in government to find me a position at the All India Radio. He told us to work for our own livelihood and not be dependent on his contacts to win any favors.
So, on July, 3, the day he passed away, I take the day off from everything else to spend time alone reflecting on his life and works quietly and reminding myself how deep his commitment was to the Quran and the Messenger of Allah (s). We find him speaking to us in our imagination, saying life and death of individuals do not alter the nature of the message of the Quran and the Prophet (s). â€œDo whatever you can, always raising the bars of work with sincerity and dedication without expecting any reward and you will leave this world rich and contented.â€
May Allah inspire us to dedicate life to Quran and Sunna the way he and many others before him and along with him lived.