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Spiritual freedom is indeed the greatest achievement
in one’s life and it permanently clings to you
till eternity.
Those of us, who can
free ourselves from tension,
pain,
anxiety,
apprehension,
hostility, malice, pressure, tension, stress, strain
and conflicts,
are showered with blessings of peace and joy.
It is good to be free.
This is my personal story of achieving spiritual
freedom for us; and my late wife and I before she
passed away from Cancer.
The example was set by my mother, when she
passed away, she tied all the lose ends of life.
From the hospital bed, she called every one she knew
to apologize and to forgive, and to bring closure to
little things that mattered much; small things that
create barriers and tensions between people. She
made her family's life easy and embarked on her
eternal journey, after cleaning her slate and the
slates of the others. In our culture, we don't
verbalize our love to parents, siblings and kids, at
least my generation, we express it through our
caring actions. However, I gathered myself
over the phone and said that I loved her, and that
whatever I am today, was because of her, and that I
am grateful to her, what a relief that was! When I
reached Yelahanka, my home town near Bangalore, I
was late by about 4 or 6 hours. I sat next to her
and admired her for tying the lose ends of life and
going in peace, what a lesson to learn.
It was my turn now.
A month before Najma passed away, she and I consciously
developed an understanding of things that needed
resolutions and closure. We embarked on working a
list, the things she wished away; went away one at a
time,
the little things that gave her tensions,
apprehensions and fears, the things she wanted to see happen; started
happening one at a time. Thank God, every
conflict was graciously resolved and she had this
wonderful opportunity to clear the air and receive
her freedom.
Three days prior to her death, I shared the
good news with her, “Najma, spiritually you are a
free person now, you will be pleased to know that all those items that
bothered you and gave you tension are done with, the
loose ends are tied, and if
you were to get up and walk and be
with any one, hear about anything or see anything you
will be completely free from tensions”.
The smile that appeared on her face was simply life
giving, it meant everything to me, it was a relief
to me to know that as a spouse I have done my
part in completing her life successfully and I thank
God for that.
I
asked her to forgive my shortcomings and without
missing a beat, she asked me to do the same. It was
one of the best emotional releases she and I have
had in our lives. It was a perfect Michami Dukadam.
(cleaning each others slate)
At
about 7:05 PM, fifteen minutes prior to
taking her
last breath, on Thursday, May 22nd, our
friends
Gopala and
Matthew
with their spouses joined in and
we
prayed short versions of Hindu, Christian and Muslim
prayers*
holding each others hands making a
circle. I stretched my hand under Najma's right hand
fingers, the hand was
downside, feebly
she
put her fingers on mine and I held her hand gently
and each one prayed.
As
I walked out with my friends, three of Najma's
friends joined her for a few minutes and came out
when I entered the room back again about 7:19, I was
barely out for about 6-7 minutes. Najma's sisters Arifa and
Razia were standing
by her feet and I was
by the head. Arifa
called me to see if Najma was breathing,
there was
tension
on her face.... then
both of them told me to look under the neck, I put
my hand and I felt she was breathing,
then our RN friend Melanie walked in and put her
stethoscope, the sisters and I were getting anxious
until she made the pronouncement that Najma is not
breathing any more,
waiting for those few seconds seemed like an eternity
to me.
Najma had a beautiful smile on
her face; indeed,
she had that smile all day long and remained till
the funeral
prayers next day at Richardson Mosque
after the Friday congregational prayers. That was
the last time I saw her. She radiated peace and
contentment;
she had successfully finished what she was
to do in this
life.
She was ready and happily went on her eternal journey
living
a
purposeful life.
Najma had reached the pinnacle of freedom when she
took her last breath. It is a beautiful way to bring
closure to life and I wish this happens to me, you
and every one.
Amen!
A day before she passed, after my routine conversation
with her in the morning, I started walking towards
the door and I
hear
out a calling,
“Miiike” it was
loud and clear. I was
surprised as she did not have the energy to speak
out like that, as I turned around, Uzma noted the
puzzle on my face and instantly responded, “Mommy is
calling for you”…
I walked up to Najma, leaned over
and looked at her. She
said, “ I Just wanted to say, I love you”.
Those
were the most powerful words to me at that time and I am
going to treasure the sound and romance of those words.
Thanks Najma.
Najma and I have lived our life experiencing the
full spectrum of emotions ranging from Khatta
(sour),
Meetha (sweet), Pheeka (tasteless), Teekha (off),
Khara (spicy) and Kadva (bitter) brim with caring
and lots of loving.
We have enjoyed the happy moments that life had
offered; we have lived the fantasies; survived the
challenges; experienced the bitterness and above all
bonded with the thread of romance till death did us
apart. That was a beautiful relationship for us.
Life is a poem of love; it is the fluency of passing
day and
night and a life time to live. Life is your story,
our
story, my story and every one’s story.
Najma would
come alive when we went to see Sirena,
a
bronze mermaid in the flowing
stream in the town
of Salado south of Waco. Some times we just
jump in the car and drive out to East Texas and sing
along the golden oldies and
Golden melodies like; ai
mere dil-e-nadaan tu gham say na ghabrana, chalo dildaar chalo,
hum tere pyaar may sara aalam kho baithay.... gali
may aaj chand nikla.. hum nay dekhi hai un aankhon
ki mehekti khushbo... O duur ke musafir, a zindagi ke
mele, my zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya... aa chal ke tujhe, a mera diwanapun hai and ai dil mujhe
aisi jaga le chal. We were always ready to go to
see Sirena, it was a place where we felt relaxed and in
tune with each other and certainly we cherished
those romantic moments of life.
Whenever
we wanted to go out, we consciously picked the nights when
the moon was in full glory.
We
went out to the B & B on Lake Travis and or Lake
Whitney. There is one place out there
where the dome
shaped circular tent sits atop the corner of a hill...and when the
Chandni (moon light) filters through glassy-moon-roof and
softly shines in her dark brown eyes, she looked beautiful
like the Goddess Aphrodite and an Apsara as we call it in
Hindi and a Hoor in Urdu. She looked peaceful and we both
longed for those moments to freeze on us. I could not
resist humming "Chaudveen ka chand ho, ya aaftab ho, jo
bhi ho tum khuda ki khasam, la jawab ho" The soft gentle
laps of the waves consistently hitting the rock edges
created a symphony with the breeze kissing the leaves of
the tree hovering over the tent. The occasional sounds of
frogs and crickets were ironically mellifluous in the
calmness of the night.
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we would sit on our rocker in front of our house
looking at the stars in the expansive sky, the shimmering moon reflecting on the pond across our
house cooled us, the desire to just stare into
each other's eyes was beautiful ("Mera Khoya huwa
rangeen nazara deday, mere mehboo tujhe, meri
muhabbat ki Khasam") The breeze from across the Golf
course made us feel good about life and being
together. It was a full life, I am glad we have had
those lamhaat (moments) and yadon ka sahara
(memories to cherish) to treasure. Neither of us had
the voice to sing or tune to follow, but we sure
sang a lot. Our favorite duets were... O hain
zara, khafa khafa...to nain yoon churaye hain and
rim jhim ke geet sawan gayay... chalo dildaar chalo
and our all time favorite was Ek Pyaar Ka Naghma hai.
Indeed
we carefully planned our trip to India and picked
the 14th eve of Moon to visit Taj Mahal.
When it
is full Moon, the Taj is glorious and
romantic, it does something to you, it tings your
heart. You feel a serene sense of romance, the
desire to put your beloved on the pedestal, the
desire to express how much you want her.
Way back in the early 60's when the Queen of England
visited Taj, she skipped out of her hotel the next
night, the entire Indian security machinery was
hunting for her and eventually they found her
sitting in front of Taj and gazing at
it, in her own world. The old lady was imagining her
youth,
when she desired for her lover... the kind of
romance you see in the movie Titanic. Taj is
certainly a monument of love.
N ajma
and
I
sat in front of the Taj till late night waiting for
Ms. Moon to show up from behind the clouds; as Najma
called the Moon; Ms. Moon and the Sun; Surya Devata. Ms. Moon
decided to stay behind the chilman (clouds) and did
not show up. Najma was giving instructions to the
moon to show up and I was waiting if Moon would
listen to her. We were determined to see the moonlit
Taj and came back early next morning. We could not
contain ourselves with that joy, and
absorbed the full glory of the Taj,
it is a beauty to treasure. You feel the reciprocal
spirit of romance. Once
in your life time, you must make
the pilgrimage to this sanctuary
of love.
We were so overwhelmed with the joy that we had to
find a way to balance it out. On the left of Taj,
there is a sanctuary, we walked over there and
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