{"id":4217,"date":"2025-07-26T16:49:19","date_gmt":"2025-07-26T16:49:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/noukeqalamnews.com\/en\/?p=4217"},"modified":"2025-07-27T05:40:42","modified_gmt":"2025-07-27T05:40:42","slug":"the-call-that-shattered-my-soul-in-memory-of-javed-bhai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/noukeqalamnews.com\/en\/the-call-that-shattered-my-soul-in-memory-of-javed-bhai\/","title":{"rendered":"The Call That Shattered My Soul: In Memory of Javed Bhai"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\r\n    <div class=\"custom-author-box\">\r\n        <img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/noukeqalamnews.com\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/pen-nib6507149641121985660.jpg\" alt=\"Author Image\">\r\n        <span class=\"author-name\">Syed Majid Gilani<\/span>\r\n    <\/div>\r\n\r\n    <style>\r\n        .custom-author-box {\r\n            display: flex;\r\n            align-items: center;\r\n            position: relative;\r\n            width: 250px; \/* Set the total width of the author box *\/\r\n            margin-top: 20px;\r\n            margin-bottom: 10px;\r\n        }\r\n\r\n        .custom-author-box img {\r\n            width: 70px; \/* Set the image width *\/\r\n            height: 70px; \/* Set the image height *\/\r\n            border-radius: 50%;\r\n            object-fit: cover;\r\n        }\r\n\r\n        .custom-author-box .author-name {\r\n            position: absolute;\r\n            left: 80px; \/* Adjust if the image width changes *\/\r\n            top: 50%;\r\n            transform: translateY(-50%);\r\n            font-size: 16px;\r\n            font-weight: bold;\r\n            color: #fff;\r\n            background: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.7);\r\n            padding: 5px 10px;\r\n            border-radius: 12px;\r\n            white-space: nowrap;\r\n            text-overflow: ellipsis;\r\n            overflow: hidden;\r\n            max-width: calc(100% - 50px); \/* Ensures it doesn't overflow *\/\r\n            width: auto; \/* Allows width to adjust automatically *\/\r\n            display: inline-block; \/* Ensures it only takes necessary space *\/\r\n        }\r\n    <\/style>\r\n\r\n    \n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\"><\/h3>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>It was the 19th of Ramadan, July 30, 2013\u2014a peaceful and blessed day filled with fasting and prayers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was home that day, enjoying a day off from duty. I had been posted at the Lower Munda Check Post along the Srinagar\u2013Jammu highway. Around 11 in the morning, my phone rang. It was my cousin, Er. Syed Javed Nazir Mantaqi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAssalam-u-alaikum, Majid. Are you at your post today?\u201d he asked.<br \/>\u201cNo, brother. I\u2019m at home. It\u2019s my day off,\u201d I replied.<br \/>\u201cOh\u2026 I was planning to stop by on my way to Baglihar Dam for duty.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We were both disappointed. We had just missed the chance to meet\u2014by only a few hours. Had I been on duty, we might have shared a short conversation, perhaps even offered Zuhr prayers together. But Allah had written something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The day passed peacefully\u2014fasting, prayers, and anticipation of iftar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then, just before sunset, came the phone call I can never forget. A call that chilled me to the bone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cJaved met with a terrible accident near Ramban\u2026 and he didn\u2019t survive.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I was stunned. I had spoken to him just hours earlier. His voice still echoed in my mind. I couldn\u2019t believe he was gone.<br \/>A sudden chill ran through me. Pain gripped my chest, and my hands trembled as I held the phone.<br \/>How could someone so full of life be gone so suddenly?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Javed was in his early forties\u2014tall, graceful, brave, and strong. He had a kind and peaceful nature. A practicing Muslim, deeply spiritual, and respectful to all. His eyes were always lowered in humility. He was the kind of person anyone would be proud to call a brother or a friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He had a deep love for Sufi saints, frequently visiting their revered shrines\u2014Khanqah-e-Moula, Makhdoom Sahib, Naqshband Sahib, Baba Reshi\u2014but most often, the sacred shrine of Charar-e-Sharif. His spiritual routine was unwavering: he recited the Qur\u2019an Sharif, <em>Aurad-e-Fathiyah<\/em>, and <em>Kibrat-e-Ahmar<\/em> every day with quiet devotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And now&#8230; he was no longer with us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I gathered my courage and called his family\u2014his father and brothers\u2014to share the heartbreaking news:<br \/>\u201cThere has been an accident\u2026 Javed is no longer with us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But they already had a feeling. A few phone calls had hinted that something terrible had happened. Still, they were praying it wasn\u2019t true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We rushed to his home at Khanqah-e-Moula. As soon as we arrived, we were surrounded by grief. Family, friends, and neighbors were in shock. Some still hoped it was a mistake. But sadly, it wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Later, we learned more about Javed&#8217;s final day. That morning, after sehri with his family, he had offered Fajr prayers, attended an official meeting at the Srinagar head office, and then left for Baglihar Dam. He was fasting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the way, he called his cook and said, \u201cPrepare food for Iftar. I\u2019ll reach Baglihar before sunset.\u201d He also spoke to his family multiple times that day. Everything had seemed normal. But fate had other plans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Javed had traveled the Ramban road countless times\u2014on his motorcycle or in his old Maruti 800. But this time, he was in his new Santro car. The accident occurred at Digdol in Ramban district, a hilly, dangerous stretch of the Jammu\u2013Srinagar National Highway known for its sharp curves and landslides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Somewhere near Digdol, his car slipped off the narrow road and plunged into a deep gorge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But by the mercy of Allah, his body wasn\u2019t lost. As the car rolled down, his body was flung out and caught in the branch of a tree just a few feet below the roadside. His shirt tangled in the branch. That tree saved his body from falling deep into the rocky gorge, where we may never have found him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When his body was recovered, it had only minor bruises. His face looked calm and peaceful\u2014like he was merely asleep.<br \/>That midnight, his body was brought to Srinagar and kept at the mortuary. The next morning, when he was brought home, the entire neighborhood stood in silence. People wept openly. Friends, relatives, colleagues\u2014even strangers\u2014all said the same thing: \u201cHe was a good man. Such a good man.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We offered his funeral prayers and buried him in the ancestral graveyard within the compound of the Khanqah-e-Moula shrine. That holy ground embraced him like a mother welcoming her child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Today, at the Baglihar Dam site\u2014where Javed served with dedication as one of the first junior electrical engineers of the JK Power Development Corporation\u2014a marble plaque stands in his memory. That plaque is more than just a name in stone. It is a tribute to a life of faith, duty, and integrity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He left this world while fasting, on duty, remembering Allah\u2014a noble end to a noble life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Javed Baya began his education at Burn Hall School, Srinagar, up to Class 10, continued 11th and 12th at Tyndale Biscoe School, and completed his B.Tech in Electrical Engineering from Dr. Ambedkar College, Bangalore. He joined JKSPDC in 2002 as a young, committed engineer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Some of his college batchmates remember his gentle, melodious voice. He often sang soulful Urdu ghazals and timeless songs of Mohammad Rafi, Kishore Kumar, and Kumar Sanu\u2014leaving listeners deeply moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It has been twelve long years since he left us, yet not a single day passes without his memory in our hearts. His love, his advice, his peaceful presence\u2014everything still lives within us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On his 12th death anniversary, I remember him with love, prayers, and deep respect. His absence is felt every day, but his legacy lives on\u2014in our hearts, in our stories, and in the quiet moments of remembrance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>May Allah grant him the highest place in Jannat-ul-Firdous. Ameen.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-alpha-channel-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>About the Author:<\/strong><br \/><em>Syed Majid Gilani is a government officer by profession and a storyteller by passion. He writes about family values, moral wisdom, pain, and real-life emotions. 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