The most painful truth that I have ever had to face in my entire life: “Arfa Karim passed away”.
In a composed manner, true to the dignity of being the father of Arifa, he said:
“She came to us for a very short time, but taught us a great deal.”
Battling with life for several weeks on a ventilator, and amidst millions of hands raised in prayer for her survival, Arifa Karim finally bid a good bye.
Initially it was a reaction of intense anger and pain as I had protested with God, calling it unfair.
I really don’t know what the wisdom of God behind this was. Is it that she was too good to be worthy of this messy world? I am too moved to think rationally at this point of time.
Arfa Karim, becoming a youngest Microsoft professional at 9, and did what I could not do till today, at 5 times her age.
She was an inspiration and a role model to the girls of Pakistan.
Not only was she the above mentioned, but also a wonderful, bubbly girl who had geat aspirations for herself as well as for her country.
I remember watching an interview of her years ago in which she said:
“Mera ye aim hai ke main jahan bhi jaoon, Parrh likh ker Pakistan aaon aur apne mulk ko serve karoun.”
(My aim is that wherever I go for studies, I shall return and serve my country Pakistan).
More so, she was an awesome poet, an eloquent speaker, and was bestowed with a wonderful voice of a singer too.
At 9, after she met Bill Gates she scribbled a poem on him:
Born in October 1955
Proggraming was his only aim of life
Started proggraming at the age of 13
In his work he was really very keen
Entered Harvard in 1973
Thought more than a child could think to be
In 1975 begun Microsoft
With children he’s very soft
At the end I would just like to say
I like Bill Gates in every way
Yes another beautiful one, reflecting her compassion …
In the storm
Stands the white rose
of destruction abound her
Yet tall is the white rose
strong in the face
Of the sensed doom around her
And she does not bow down
Pure is the white rose
In the compost earth
growing eternal strength
in the nights that so hurt
I see not the white rose
She is so far away
But I long to protect her
But only the words can I say
So I send her my words
And my poets heart
To help her when
there is hope to see her through
Be Strong little flower
Your heart will guide true
And as long as you want
I will always talk to you
Ironically the last three stanzas resonate with how all of us felt while she struggled with the ventilator…all we could send her were our words and wishes, standing far away…
Alas, we lost…
Why? I know not.
I can only offer her the ghazal and with the same pain, that Mirza Ghalib wrote when his son passed away:
Lazim tha ke dekho mera rasta koi din aur
Tanha gaye kyun ab raho tanha koi din aur
Mit jayega sar, ger tera patther na ghisega
Hoon der pe tere nasiya farsa koi din aur
Aaye ho kal aur aaj hi kete ho ke jaaoon
Mana ke hamesha nahin , acha koi din aur
Jaate hue kehte ho qayamat ko milenge
Kyaa khoob ! Qayamat ka hai goya koi din aur
Nadaan ho jo kehte ho kyun jeete hain Ghalib
Qismat main hai marne ki tamanna koi din aur.
RIP our darling, you left us miserably broken and tearful…
Arfa Karim ( 2 February 1995-14 January 2012).