Grandmother’s Death in London Due toCoronavirus
A mother is a mother
and a child are unable to describe his or her very feeling about his or her
mother by the end of the day. But I am a proud person as I can add that my
paternal grandmother was the lady, I loved the most after my own biological
The things are quite an
indescribable and cannot be communicated fully as these are the emotions, the
pure emotions of a grandson. The famous English saying is “heard melodies are
sweet but those sweeter remain unheard”. I can simply add to my story that my
association to my grandmother lies unheard in so many manners. But this is the sweetest
part of a relationship. The pure relations do not need to be described once
they are pure in its all the type. My and my grandmother’s relationship is just
like that. People say that man is mortal. I disagree with this point of view as
I am of the view man is immortal in letter and spirit. The persons or the
individuals who give us so much love and affection in their lives, their love
can never be disconnected from us for the rest of our lives. The materialistic
life is just a temporary life but the cordial and spiritual relations have no
ending at some point of time.
The things are not so
simple and easy the way we think. the world is not what we physically observe
normally. The things are not the way they look. there are so many deeper insights
of a same thing. We must have that cordial or spiritual eye to look towards the
things in the best kind of manner. I can simply say that the relationship of my
grandmother with me is the same that can be called as extra materialistic kind
of relationship. I think I have started talking about the metaphysical
significance of the relations of ours. The things are quite different in all
the manners. The things can be explored in so many manners by our sides. We
must try to explore this very world from a new kind of dimension towards it.
The dimensions always do matter by all the time. My grandmother was a Kabul
based afghani by her origin and nationality. She was a Persian speaking afghani
Her husband our
paternal grandfather was a carpenter of a middle-class background who could
make out with his day to day livelihood in Kabul, Afghanistan.
What was their paradise on earth was
their children and their home? He had ca good ancestral home of him in the very
beginning. On the death of the father of my grandfather, he had got his own
separate home in legacy. My grandmother started decorating that home by the end
of the day. They had a small orchard there in their home. They had got some
livestock in their home. In Afghanistan, there is a custom to breed some goats
and at least a cow in your home for the family level milk requirement of your
own home. This is really a lovely kind of tradition which should be praised and
applauded by all the means and manners.
My father got shifted
to London back in the year 1986. he was just 24 years old at that time. My
grandmother and her three sons were there in Afghanistan. My father used to
have a telephonic talks and conversation with the grandmother by all the time.
He was quite an aware with the circumstances of his mother and brothers back at
He wanted to invite his brothers to London
in order to make them better in their economics.Actually, my father himself was
not so educated person. He had to do some ordinary jobs in order to get his own
livelihood in London. The things were quite a different in all the means and
manner. He had got married to my mother here in London as my mother’s family
was again an afghani Kabuli and Persian background. The Persian speaking
background of my mother attracted my father to marry her.
He proposedto my mother
first and then he formally requested my maternal grandmother to let him get
married to her daughter. My mother’s family accepted my father wholeheartedly
because of the Persian speaking background.
Both my mother and my
father were of Kabuli background. It really suited the whole the scenario in
their married life. My father was always worried about my grandmother and his
brothers. I mean the sons of my grandmother, the brothers of my father. They
were earning their livelihood mostly by small jobs. Most of my uncles were
barber. They were associated with the hair-cutting profession in Kabul. The Pashtun
speaking tribal guys were against their settlement in Kabul. They threatened my
uncles so many times that they will have to leave their home here in Kabul and can
seek their refuge in any other country.
Because of their
Persian speaking background, they were quite alien in their own country. The
terrorist groups who were ethnically and linguistically Pashtun by origin were
not in their support. They had no choice to move 5to the countries like
Pakistan or Iran even. In Pakistan, IT WAS QUITE A DIFFERENT FOR A PERSIAN SPEAKING
TO GET SOME JOB EASILY BECAUSE OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER. In Iran again it was a
great difficulty to move towards as the things were quite a hard there in Iran
as well. Iranians could not even accept them because of their afghani
nationality. They do have a prejudice with afghanis as they are some other
race. They take themselves as Arians or the pure Arians. On the other hand,
they were not in a position to accept the afghanis of a Persian speaking
background even. These were the biggest problems related to my paternal family.
My grandmother was really a brave lady, she had never compelled her sons to do
some other kind of work for their survival. She believed in one thing that
Kabul was their own land and they should live in it and die in it till their
last breath. She was of the view that this is the birthplace of our
forefathers. We belong to this very land and it would be a source of great
pride for us as we get buried in to our own land by the end of the day. In
short, she was a patriotic lady by all the manners. She was the one who had her
own concepts. She was a very traditional and conventional lady. She was a lady
of valor by all the ways. She believed in defending her stance and could give
her life to defend her point of view. She was against the militant Afghanistan.
She believed that the land of Afghanistan used to be the land of learning and
culture. These are different ignorant tribes who believe in bloodshed. These
were the soft and look forwarding kind of views of her in all the ways.
She had transferred her
blondeness and valor in her own sons. Our paternal grandfather died when my
father was just 10 years of age. My father was the eldest of all. He actually
always wanted to move from Afghanistan. He did not like the environment of
confrontation in his own environment around him. This thing made him believe to
move to London in his youthful days even. He was telephonically connected to
his mother by the end of the day.
But then there came
quite a dreadful day in the life of my grandmother. Her son, Najibullah, my
uncle had a shop named khushbakht hairdressers there in the middle of Kabul
city. He was receiving threats from the Pashtun tribes that either he moves to
some northern part of Afghanistan or leave the country. Otherwise he would be
kidnapped and shot dead.
This was the kind of
threat he was facing in his land and city. He was not believing this very
statement. He came back to home and told his mother, my grandmother the whole
the story. My grandmother advised him not to worry at all. As he has not done
anything bad in his life. She advised him that he needs not to worry as this
was his land.
On the other hand, the militant group
was making so many plans of its own type. The militant leader, Hizballah sent Najiba
letter that you may leave the city within48 hours or stay ready to face the
consequences. Actually, they were in a mood to threaten the uncle of mine. My uncle
decided to move to another city. he wanted to hide himself for few months. My
grandmother was reluctant in this regard. She said that she will not move to
anywhere. He may leave if he likes. he asked his mother that he will have to
move to the city of Ghazni for few months as he is getting threats by the
He was forced and
compelled to do so. He had to feed his family members as well by all the time.
As he had two sons and a wife with him. That is why, he had to borrow a lot of
money to run his day to day affairs. This was a very difficult time of six
months. He told his friend that he has got a house in Kabul,so his friend needs
not to worry at all as his house in itself is a guarantee that he would return
him his money as he gets settled down in his own life.
This was saddening in
all the means and manner. The economy
was getting worsen day by day in ghazna. He was not getting any room to get out
of the situation. Tired of the financial circumstances, he decided to return to
Kabul by the end of the day. As he came back home, he again got severe threats
from the militant group. And one morning, he was shot dead in the very front of
his own home.
My grandmother got
senseless for few days because of the shock she got from the killing of his
beloved son. She wanted to serve the family of her son. But the children of my
uncle got shifted to harass, Afghanistan with their mother. My grandmother was
compelled to live at home mostly alone as the other two sons of her got shifted
toPakistan. this was a very miserable situation as she used to pass her time by
the only dependence of her on the livestock.
The livestock was once
the traditional occupation of our forefathers. The history repeated itself
through the very conduct of my grandmother. She was a iron lady in all the
means and manner. She knew how to lead her life with the best kind of manner by
the end of the day. She never wanted to leave her land. Burt the loans of my
killed uncle was the biggest economic crises of him and his mother again. The
loan givers started following my grandmother. They started demanding the amount
back to them. Finally, my grandmother got forced to lease her home to [pay back
the very debt of his beloved son. She did not actually want that her killed son
can be called badly by the loan givers. She wanted to stay as the proud mother
of a proud son. This was quite a tragic kind of situation she had to go
through. The things were different and tragic in all the means and manner. She
wanted to get back the very honor and respect of her family back in her own
life. She wanted to get the house of her own. When she informed this very
situation to my father, he advised her to rush to London. She got her visa from
on turkey as Afghanistan was going through a state of anarchy in those days.
She came to us just few
years ago that also on the very request of her son, our father. My father was
quite a worried about her. he wanted to serve her at the best of his
possibility. She had not seen us since our birth in London city far way from
Afghanistan. We knew one thing that both my father and mother were of afghani
background but they had got some cultural habits of a British environment in
them. On contrary to my parents, my grandmother was a different and
conventional kind of lady.
She made us feel that we are ourselves
afghani by all the means. We can never become the British model by any means.
We have got our roots in our blood. We are different from the other people of
the society. She told us and advised us that we have got our own value system
which differentiates us from the other people of our society. The things are
quite a different when they are on ground level.
We are the very sons of an eastern region;we
must keep our own identity. She made us feel the real meaning of love and
bonding. It happened to me as an 18 years old teenager even. She started
pampering me the way she is the real mother of mine. She started treating me
like a child. Shealways had a lot of time for all of us. We are 5 sisters and
brothers. We are 3 brothers and two sisters. I was the one who is the eldest
son of my father, very closed to my grandmother. She started calling me shawmer,
the chief one. My real name is Ali but she started calling me the chief. When I
asked her for the reason behind all this? She told me that we are the ones who
were born and brought up here in the western world. We have a great chance to
get older with the sense of a stranger in the society.
The British society
would never make us feel proud of our roots. They would make you feel like you
people afghanis are the poor ones or the backward ones. They will make you feel
that the best civilization and the manner is the one that belong to the Britishers
only. We are the ones who have ruled over the world. The afghanis are the ones
who have always guns and powder in their culture.
The reality is thoroughly
different. Grandma was of the view. Grandma told me that the insurgency and the
terrorism wave in her country is just a matter of a few decades in her country.
It was a real source of learning and culture there in Afghanistan.
My forefathers were the ones who were poets’
side by side their farming in their lands. They were the wisemen of their own
time. People used to contact them whenever they wanted to seek some kind of
guidance by all the time.
I really started getting impressed of
her talks. Her talks were the most magnetic and attractive for me. My father
was the one who had never elaborated the things in this very way the way my
grandma was portraying the things for me.
She was a true believer
of orientalism in her type. She believed that learning and wisdom is the real
essence of all of us. The Englishmen have progressed in the modern era just
because of their thirst for knowledge and research. The nations or the
communities who start getting segregated and separated in the name of religion
and sects, those are the ones that go in astray by the end of the day. We need
not get astray by the end of the day. We need not lose our identity. We need to
get firm in our own beliefs and identity. The very belief in our land and
literature would be the spirit that would enforce us to do something for our people,
Our people are going
through an era of transitional darkness. Then she started crying for her land.
She was crying like a child far from his or her own mother. She knew that she
cannot factually return to her home back in Afghanistan in an easy manner. She
said that she has passed her youth and aging they’re in that very land. Her
body and soul both belong to the very land of Afghanistan. She cannot be
separated from the aroma of her land. She started describing about her home
back in Afghanistan. She told me that my father was born there in that very
house. The house was like a dreamland to her. That was the home where my
grandfather used to celebrate the birth of his lovely children. That was the
place where he used to observe his fasts. He used to celebrate the holy month
of Ramadan with great kind of felicity and prayers beforeAllah almighty.
These were the sentimental kind of talks
of my grandma. My grandma was a sentimental and loving lady. I have never seen
a lady with such love and affection in my life. I have seen so many mothers
here in the western world. I have seen a mother of my own. But the essence of
motherhood of my grandma is thoroughly different from the mothers of this
machinery era. She is the one who should be paid a full kind of tribute by all
the means and manner. She could make things done in a matter of few moments
even as she was a very energetic lady in her 80s even. She made me a different
kind of Ali.
She invoked a different
kind of energy in me by saying and calling me that I am the chief one. I am the
sultan of my own life. I was born and brought up here in London. But I should
be knowing this very point very clearly that I am a different kind of man by
all the ways. The things are quite different in all the manners.
I have to feel that I am an afghani by
origin. I have got my roots and history. My history is glamorous in all ways.
My uncle is the one who was killed by the militants. I should not react to this
killing in a normal way as those were the hostile and negative forces of my
This is the fact that
at this very moment, my land has been hijacked by the negative forces, but this
should not be the reason that I start hating my own land. I have to start
feeling that I would be the one who would have to act wisely in this regard. I
am the one who can be the ideological soldier of the ideological borders of my
The borders are not
always the geographical borders by all the time. There are so many ideological
and intellectual borders that have to be guarded or safeguarded by the end of
the day. She invoked a new kind of energy in me through her talks. She told me
that I can become the one who can invoke this very energy in others even. This
should be a source of transferring in all ways. We are supposed to transfer the
very knowledge of ourselves to others. Knowledge is an asset that needs to be
transferred by all the time. It needs to be shared with others by all the time.
I witnessed another
very sensitive element in the very personality of my grandma, she was the real
patriotic woman of her kind. She was a strong believer of her own culture and
land by all the ways. Things were quite different when I used to talk to her.
She was the real source of energy for me all the time.
The things had to get managed at any
cost. I was supposed to follow her footprints as she was an intellectual legacy
for all of us as the grandsons of her. She showed us all her love and passion
for us. She told us that we should feel pride and honor in our own land by all
the time. If we are the ones who have been born and brought up in the western society,
it does not mean that we can forget our past and roots by the end of the day.
We are the ones who
have to allure the whole situation once again with the positive kind of energy
of us by the end of the day. We are the ones who can bring change in our own
lives and the lives of others even.
I remember the way she
used to cry for her home by all the time. Her home back in Afghanistan was the
dream home for her by all means and manner. She used to think about it by all
the time. She used
To think and aspire
that how could she bring in a change in her home back in Afghanistan by the way
she has got the ideas from the house structure here in London. She used to say
that she will show the Kabuli people how beautifully she has designed her home
back in Afghanistan. This was the very wish of her. She believed in her very
land by all the time.
She never knew that she
will have to face death in such a manner. I do not think that she is anymore.
She is along with us even by now. Death could not separate her from us all. I
will have to pay tribute to her in all the means and manner. The patriotism and
the home love there in her eyes make me emotional and sentimental in all ways. She
was a kind of soldier of her own life. She was an inspiring lady altogether.
How do I make her
believe that I love her so much? The biggest tragedy in our lives is that we
stay mum to the ones we love the most by most of the time. A grandma and her
grandson’s love are undoubted quite amazing and different by all the means and
manners. This is quite an indescribable in this very way that the things of
beauty do not last forever maybe. A true love ends up with a tragedy. It is
really sad. It is indescribable. We never knew that the global level outbreak
of the pandemic would take us all with it. The loved ones of the millions of
people have departed of this world, It is really saddening in all the means. People
in all across the world have lost their dear ones. We did not know that the
dawn of the new year of 2020 would be such a horrible beginning of the world.
The events related to the pandemic were dreadful in all ways. The things are
really indescribable for me in such a different manner that I cannot express them
fully in my own words. Words can normally do explain the material kind of
things. But the supernatural kind of experiences or the metaphysical kind of eventsdo
get imprinted in our own minds. The same is the case with grandma's demise.
On 4th April
evening, grandma was talking to us all at our dinner table regarding her
childhood days there in Kabul,Afghanistan. She looked to be quite an ok and
cheerful in all the means and manner. After completing her meal, she showed
some symptoms of cough and influenza. The symptoms were very severe as it was
still very cold in London. She had not gone for some outing or shopping along
with papa even.
We all got panic with
the very position of grandma. As world level media was all the time discussing
the global level causalities due to coronavirus. Coronavirus by itself has
turned into a great threat to human lives there in London. We did not lose any
single moment and contacted our doctor that we are going to bring our grandma
along with us. As she had got the symptoms of coronavirus in her. We reached
the doctor who was our family doctor, he checked grandma and asked us to wait
for the test samplereports.the samples from her blood were already taken at the
clinical side. The doctor told us that they should surely test their whole
family to ensure the safety of them as they may be having caught the
When the reports came in,
papa and grandma both were tested positive.papa had mild symptoms in him. But
grandma’s situation was getting worsen within a few hours. Things were quite
different and crucial for our family by now. The doctor advised us that our
papa can get himself
quarantined inside his
home. But the grandma would be admitted to the clinic immediately. This made us
all shocked especially I was shocked to its full. I knew what the doctor meant by that very
I came back to grandma
and told her not to worry at all. But I saw her as if she was quite normal in
her mood. She was ready to fight with the situation. She believed that nothing
could harm her at all. It was me who was taking care of her by all the time.
Papa told me to stay with grandma by all the time as a take careof her. I also
could not leave her at all. I saw her helplessness that how she was fighting
against the situation at age 81. She was trembling with fever but was unable to
tell us that she needs a quilt. I was the one who can myself understand the
situation by myside. This was the very bonding between me and her. Here started
a new kind of the story of love and understanding. I think love has got its
kind of language by all the means and manner. Love does not need or require the
physical tongue to express its very feeling by the end of the day.
I noticed one thing in
those tragic days that she was a thorough tough lady of her type. Her body was
getting weak day by day but she looked to be normal in all the means and
manner. The only thing which I saw in her that she had a great kind of love
feeling for all of us. She was the one who could change the whole world with
the power of her love. She was a kind of energizer for me and my whole family.
People have always
listened to the stories of others. People have always talked about the children
and their parents. But people have seldom talked about the love of the
grandparents and their grandsons. I have a different story for the whole world.
I have a different kind of feeling about my grandma. Her eyes used to talk to
me. She wanted to rush to Afghanistan in any case. She wanted to see her home
back from the clutches of debt and loans. This was the very purpose of her life
in all the means and manner. She was a responsible kind o lady in letter and
spirit. She told me several times in those days of the fight against
coronavirus that she likes to see her home back in Afghanistan. She got
carefree in her later days. She said that I bestow myself on the very will of
Allah almighty. Allah is the one who can take me back to Him or He who is the
one who can save me.
I saw a kind of great
belief of her in Allah almighty. This was a tremendous kind of quality of her
that her belief system was awesome in all the means and manner. Things were a
new kind of learning for me in those days. Then there came the most tragic
moment of my life. Doctors called me immediately when I was there in the
waiting area. They told me that she is getting critical, you must be there near
to her. When I came to her, her last words were my home, my home, my kids,Najibullah,Afghanistan.
It was again the most
tragic moment of my whole life. My grandma was departing this very world with
all of the wishes taking in her heart. Alas, I lost her, millions of people
have suffered due to this coronavirus. All of them must have different stories
with them about their l; loved ones. Loved ones and the dear ones are the ones
who are the very asset of us by all the means and manner. The things we are
unheard and unexplained in so many means. I see that a lot of people could
express the cordial and sentimental feelings of them to the rest of the world.
This surely would be the greatest asset to the world’s literature. We all have
different sorrows and tragedies of ours.
Now the very mission of
my life is to fulfill the dream of my grandma. The last words of her are a kind
of recommendation for me. She recommended me to work out for the greater cause
even. I would like to participate in this sacred mission by myside. Although I
am quite young at this very time. I am still a student onthe college side. I
have to complete my studies even by now. But I would try to accomplish this
Please come and join me
all. I have launched a Facebook page, YouTube channel, Instagram page in which
there are so many afghanis with me. Those afghanis are the ones who are British
afghanis.i am trying my best to bring them on one page. The ones who have lost
their dear ones in the battle of Afghanistan can join me. We must try hard to
bring in peace and harmony in Afghanistan with our soft messages to the general
masses by the end of the day. We are the ones who can bring change in the very
structure of Afghanistan by raising our voice in social and electronic media. I
have nothing to do with the white men in my cause for Afghanistan.
We are a community who
was born and brought up here in London. But we must again try to take pride in
our roots by the end of theday.our land and soil require us by all the means
and manner. This does not even require our physical presence on our soil. It
requires our moral and educational support to the ones who are the deprived
onesin Afghanistan. Our voice is for the ones who are against the civil war and
anarchy in Afghanistan. We must have to make the rest of the world community
believe back that Afghanistan is not a country of unrest situation anymore. It
is the land of love and literature. It is the land of peace and harmony.
Then, I would like to
request you people that I have laid down the very launch of the Khushbakht
Foundation. Khushbakht is the name of my late grandma. Grandma’s wish was to
get her home back from the lease of the loan givers. Please join me for this
noble cause. I have temporarily buried her body in the London graveyard but I
have a wish to bury her there in Kabul Afghanistan.
Please support me for
this very cause in all the means. I do believe that you people belong to a
generous background. For generosity actually,riches are not the only factor in
the lives of all of us. You need to be kind-hearted to be a generous man by the
end of the day. She was not the grandma of mine. she was the grandma of modern-day
Afghanistan. We need to revive her mission in all the means and manner.
This is really amazing
to notice that after the write up of such golden words on his social media pages,
the things got turned in the very favor of the newly launched foundation. He
started getting millions of pounds for the home of her grandma. I see that a
lot of people could express the cordial and sentimental feelings of them to the
rest of the world. This surely would be the greatest asset to the world’s
literature. We all have different sorrows and tragedies of ours.
The proud grandson
announced that the house there in Kabul would be announced and declared as a
cultural center of the people of Afghanistan. the house would display and
manage the manuscripts and the antique material showcasing the very history of
Afghanistan. It started getting its space in the modern-day city of Kabul
Afghanistan very shortly. This was like a dream that came true just six months
after the sad demise of grandma. We must have to make the
rest of the world community believe back that Afghanistan is not a country of
unrest situation anymore. It is the land of love and literature. It is the land
of peace and harmony.