It’s shocking that we are receiving news of the demise of the nearest and dearest ones more often than before. Well, it’s certain that we all have to return to the one Who has created us; the Almighty. But sometimes, we wish and pray not to believe what we have heard/learned, and also try to reject the truth by all our means. Because the person who has just begun his eternal journey was too close to us.
One of my childhood heroes; not only mine but heroes of thousands and thousands of students of Ispahani Public School and College Ruhul Amin sir has died. Years back we have lost our teachers Salma madam, and Mizan sir. They all were like priests to us. Their love and affection for us were limitless. Students of Ispahani Public School and College are and will remain forever grateful to these people.
Ruhul Amin sir hypnotized me with his teaching charisma so much that I hooked myself with the ‘Chemistry’. I was so involved with ‘Chemistry’ that I almost did not study any other subject in my college life. And that paid me a lot. Thanks to Allah I have scored 185 out of 200 in Chemistry in my HSC exam. Perhaps that was the highest achieved the mark in Bangladesh in that year.
A few days back during a journey across Cumilla, I stayed a night in Cumilla for a few hours only, and I managed to meet him at his residence. We have recalled so many memories like how he used to motivate us to be good human being, his contribution in managing a fund for one of our friends, who was about the miss the year as he could not manage his registration fee, his guidance for arranging a picnic, his contribution in making a magazine of our batch, etc. He was close not only to me but to our family even as he was a teacher to all four of us. Our meeting was short as we did not have enough time. I had another meeting with my colleagues, and that is why I cut-short the time. I left his house with a promise that I will meet him again while falling back. He walked up to my car and saw me off.
I have promised not only to him but also to bhabi that I will be there. In-sha-Allah, I will be there again, but alas! I will never be able to talk to the legend again. We will not share tea, snacks, stories, noting! Nothing at all. What a truth it is! I am thinking of Bhabi, his three daughters one of whom is sick, and his little boy who has yet to start understanding life. What a truth it is! we have shared stories of retirement plans. Now, who would implement those plans! Well, Man proposes, God, disposes.
Oh Allah! I wish I could be with him for at least a little more time! Years back I have learned from a Ted Talk by Dr Mark Holder something about happiness. Where he gave his golden formula of happiness, which is ‘TELL ME MORE’. Wish I could be there and listened to him for a little more time. Wish I could tell him ‘I have all the time of the world, tell me more sir’!! No, this will not happen; he is not within us anymore!! And I will keep on repenting for that few extra minutes I wish, I could spend with him.
What a harsh reality! We do not have the guarantee of one second, yet we do so many things, run after so many things, make more enemies than friends, shake our hands with evil, and soooo many evil/ unholy things purposefully to make others’ life difficult. It’s sad but true. Wish we all could be more sensible and be responsible. Wish we all could make the world better for everyone.
For years from now on, I will really think of you sir, I will really miss you. We have not talked much between the years, but you were always one of my heroes, a guiding star for me. I sincerely pray for you and your family. We all pray that almighty Allah will forgive you and place you in the best place of heaven. May Allah give enough strength to your family to bear the pain.
