By Sheba Sultan
As I type this words, I cannot help but feel very sad. A beloved person has gone to her final rest and there was nothing that I could do for her. So with gratitude to my friend, Omar Iftikhar, who has agreed to post my humble note, I write these words with a heavy heart.
Miss Saeeda Ghauri, age 80 years, known to many people, especially the students of St. Joseph’s Convent Girls High School, as our Urdu teacher of classes 9 and 10. We are all sad as we hear of her demise. But she was here, in our city Karachi, all her life. None of us, me and my school-mates, or any of the students before or after us, were in contact with her. Perhaps because the era to which she belonged kept a distance between teachers and students. This makes me glad that at least in this age of digital nativeness, we can somehow be in contact with one another.
Ms. Ghauri was a really nice lady. She taught us Urdu. And I don’t remember her ever being harsh with anyone. She was one of those people who kept their thoughts to themselves. I did my matric in 1998. Two years ago, a book was published by renown writer Mrs. Hamra Khalique. As I held the book in my hand, I said to my mom that this lady on the cover looks like our Urdu teacher, Ms. Ghauri. And lo and behold, the back cover said that on the cover was a photo of the author with her two best friends; Ms. Haseena Moin and Ms. Saeeda Ghauri! So in this way, fate gave me a chance to meet Ms. Ghauri once again after almost 2 decades!
She was quite frail and quite tired of life. Having remained unmarried, the burden of singleness in our society weighed heavy on her shoulders. When I visited her, she was living in the bosom of her loving family; nieces, nephews, and their children flocking around her. Ms. Ghauri was sitting on a peaceful diwan, her parrot at her right hand and the breeze from a spacious window blowing at her back. Her niece, the Principal at a prominent school, really has a lovely home. And the most charming spot at this home belonged to Ms. Ghauri. This year her niece also provided her with the blessings of Umrah. Indeed, Ms. Ghauri was a much-loved person.
A few weeks ago there was a luncheon for her. Her friends and her family gathered together and had a nice afternoon of lighthearted sharing. Recently, her family celebrated her birthday. And right now, we all remember her and feel the sadness creeping up again and again. Miss Ghauri was a gentle soul. She really never harmed anyone. She lived a quiet life. And she was a beloved friend and family member. Miss Ghauri has gone to her final rest, today, Saturday, May 5, 2018, and I write these words in her memory because in her quiet way she left an undeniable imprint on our hearts. I will never forget and this will inspire me in the years to come that teachers are always remembered by their students. Teachers always remain in our hearts. And Miss Ghauri will indeed remain in my heart forever and ever.
Sheba Sultan is the author of ‘The Room in the Mausoleum’ and ‘Daldal kay Paar’.