I finally met uncle Arjumand Hussain a few days ago.
ISLAMABAD: Since September 21, 2008, I had been looking for the man who helped me the night I was in a completely shattered, scarred, crushed and terrorised state. My father had been one of the victims in the Islamabad Marriott attack and I was at PIMS’s main gate crying away.
He came to me, wiped my tears, calmed me and asked me why I was crying. I told him about my father’s martyrdom and about how my relatives were finding it difficult to arrange an ambulance to take his body home. My eyes were full of tears so I was not able to see his face clearly. After listening to me, he went away and then came back, saying that an ambulance had been arranged to take my father’s body home.
Due to my emotional state at that time I forgot to thank him for helping me out. For the last six years, I had been in search of that man who had helped me that day. Then on September 15 — I saw a picture on Facebook posted by one of my friends in connection with the PK 370 Senator Rehman Malik incident and this jogged my memory, and I realised that this was the man who had helped me that day.
In the evening, after coming back from my office and university, I searched for this man further, viewed his profile and then e-mailed his son at around midnight. And barely an hour after sending the e-mail, I managed to talk directly on the phone with him and when I heard his voice I was sure he was the man who had helped me six years ago.
By the way, he is the same person who has raised his voice against VIP culture, and I finally met uncle Arjumand Hussain a few days ago.
Zeeshan Murtaza
Published in The Express Tribune, September 29th, 2014.
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