Comments on: About Me http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com Tue, 21 Jul 2009 22:38:31 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Anon http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-616 Anon Tue, 21 Jul 2009 22:38:31 +0000 #comment-616 I miss you today bro, seriously miss you. People so easily forget and take each other for granted but you weren't one for that, you knew to make sure every single person felt worthy and heard. I rate you for it always. Miss you. I miss you today bro, seriously miss you. People so easily forget and take each other for granted but you weren’t one for that, you knew to make sure every single person felt worthy and heard. I rate you for it always. Miss you.

]]> By: Anon http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-544 Anon Wed, 28 Jan 2009 23:47:26 +0000 #comment-544 It seems you are in many peoples thoughts Imran, Alhamdulillah, what a blessing to have so many people praying for you and your family. I...we...all your friends miss you so very much and while two years may have passed you are still ever present in our thoughts and prayers. You were with us just last week at a very special occasion, included in our conversations, I'm sure you'd have loved the drama of it all! It seems you are in many peoples thoughts Imran, Alhamdulillah, what a blessing to have so many people praying for you and your family. I…we…all your friends miss you so very much and while two years may have passed you are still ever present in our thoughts and prayers. You were with us just last week at a very special occasion, included in our conversations, I’m sure you’d have loved the drama of it all!

]]> By: Imran http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-543 Imran Wed, 21 Jan 2009 20:25:11 +0000 #comment-543 salaam All the 2nd anniversary of our dear brother's death is on the horizon, still can't believe he is no longer with us- he was so dear to me and time has travelled so quickly. May Allah grant him Janaah and give his family sabar Ameen. So much happened in the last 2 years and I pray Imran is in a better and more deserving place Ameen salaam All

the 2nd anniversary of our dear brother’s death is on the horizon, still can’t believe he is no longer with us- he was so dear to me and time has travelled so quickly. May Allah grant him Janaah and give his family sabar Ameen.

So much happened in the last 2 years and I pray Imran is in a better and more deserving place Ameen

]]> By: Imran's little friend :) http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-542 Imran's little friend :) Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:00:18 +0000 #comment-542 It's coming up to 2 years now, since Imran left this world and I am still holding back grieving him. I know a part of him belongs to everyone, to his beloved mother, his father, brother and sister. But also a part of him belonged to us, his friends. They say, you don't know how much a friend is worth to you until they are gone- and I am so sorry that I had to learn that lesson with Imran. Of course I would have never told him that had he been here (it wouldve been too much of an admission to make and he would have never let me live it down!) I have not yet deleted his mobile number from my phone, or his emails from my inbox- I found a random recording that had his voice on it the other day and I couldnt listen to it for fear my mind would play tricks with me. I know I am writing this as if he could hear, but I pray that he has gone to a world far better than this one. He especially, would have been disgusted with the state of the world as it is. He would have been disgusted but optimistic and in knowing his reaction, he is still teaching me whilst he is gone. I am trying to write more these days, something I'm sure would've excited noone but him. And the world around me is moving to one I always thought he would be there for, one that I always thought he would help supervise, like a caretaker :) but it is of course another reminder that he is not here. I'm sure my loss is not a lonely one, I know that he meant as much to me as he did to a thousand other people- but that was the man he was. A finger in every pie :) I don't like talking about Imran in past tense, so I'll stop- because for me his memory is still alive. It’s coming up to 2 years now, since Imran left this world and I am still holding back grieving him. I know a part of him belongs to everyone, to his beloved mother, his father, brother and sister. But also a part of him belonged to us, his friends. They say, you don’t know how much a friend is worth to you until they are gone- and I am so sorry that I had to learn that lesson with Imran. Of course I would have never told him that had he been here (it wouldve been too much of an admission to make and he would have never let me live it down!)

I have not yet deleted his mobile number from my phone, or his emails from my inbox- I found a random recording that had his voice on it the other day and I couldnt listen to it for fear my mind would play tricks with me. I know I am writing this as if he could hear, but I pray that he has gone to a world far better than this one. He especially, would have been disgusted with the state of the world as it is. He would have been disgusted but optimistic and in knowing his reaction, he is still teaching me whilst he is gone.

I am trying to write more these days, something I’m sure would’ve excited noone but him. And the world around me is moving to one I always thought he would be there for, one that I always thought he would help supervise, like a caretaker :) but it is of course another reminder that he is not here. I’m sure my loss is not a lonely one, I know that he meant as much to me as he did to a thousand other people- but that was the man he was. A finger in every pie :)

I don’t like talking about Imran in past tense, so I’ll stop- because for me his memory is still alive.

]]> By: Raza http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-536 Raza Wed, 31 Dec 2008 15:58:48 +0000 #comment-536 Over the 2 years I've often remebered Imran. I won't profess that I knew you the best or that I ever understood you totally. I recall first meeting you at football, thinking - damn this guy has a good left foot. I think we were 16 at the time. We then met again at MYH over 10 years later again. At MYH we were always able to rely on you. I remember on the Prison Campaign you single handedly did more work than the rest of us put together. I remember when you returned from Pakistan, and I saw your pictures. I remember feeling inspired, and felt admiration for your guts to just get up and go. Over the past 2 years I've often wondered how your family must be coping. It must be tough. But they should take comfort in the fact that many people still recall your good deeds, I met some old MYH people a few weeks ago, and you were fondley remembered. May Allah grant you a place in paradise, may he magnify your good deeds, and forgive your bad. May Allah give patience to your parents, and family. You'll always be remembered. Raza Over the 2 years I’ve often remebered Imran. I won’t profess that I knew you the best or that I ever understood you totally.

I recall first meeting you at football, thinking – damn this guy has a good left foot. I think we were 16 at the time. We then met again at MYH over 10 years later again.

At MYH we were always able to rely on you.

I remember on the Prison Campaign you single handedly did more work than the rest of us put together.

I remember when you returned from Pakistan, and I saw your pictures. I remember feeling inspired, and felt admiration for your guts to just get up and go.

Over the past 2 years I’ve often wondered how your family must be coping. It must be tough. But they should take comfort in the fact that many people still recall your good deeds, I met some old MYH people a few weeks ago, and you were fondley remembered.

May Allah grant you a place in paradise, may he magnify your good deeds, and forgive your bad. May Allah give patience to your parents, and family. You’ll always be remembered.

Raza

]]> By: Raza http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-535 Raza Wed, 31 Dec 2008 15:49:34 +0000 #comment-535 It has nearly been 2 years since Imran's departing. I'm glad and take some comfort from seeing this website still up and running. It has nearly been 2 years since Imran’s departing. I’m glad and take some comfort from seeing this website still up and running.

]]> By: Fuad http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-529 Fuad Fri, 05 Dec 2008 13:06:32 +0000 #comment-529 Early morning, a bird sings as I awake I stumble outta bed and struggle with the 1st step I take, Shoot a glance at my wife and thank Allah for my life, My 2 baby girls are the stars in my eyes But as I make wudu the mirror reminds me of how time flies, With sadness in my essence I remember your presence and how a brother can make a difference every day of his existence, Ain't no lie - we didn't get time to be the closest of friends Life took us on different paths but we all end up the same in the end; But every memory of you makes me smile so true Your face haunts me sometimes saying make the most of what you can do Not a day goes by when I don't remember my promise to your father: 'I'll pray for him forever, stay strong, give my love to his mother' She was the sparkle in your eye, the fire in your heart When I remember you together you were inseparable from the start; Your family meant the world to you and you kept adding to the list Across the globe you embraced everyone as your brother and sis, You were always down with the Truth, a Ghetto Philosopher All I've got are memories as I think what's it all for? Every day we have is a chance to make things better Thank Allah for our families, every word and every letter he's sent down for us his divine guidance benevolence Yet we don't always heed and claim innocent ignorance? No-one knows when their day's up and what their record will hold, But I pray you'll recognise me in Paradise and we'll stand shoulder to shold, Growing up together in the same neighbourhood Creates a bond you'd never expect but one you should, It's time for Fajr and I raise my hands in prayer: 'Dear God take care of Imran and those he left behind here; Mum's not doing too well, I beg You to make her better, We're all so helpless I had to write this letter.' Time to go now, just wanted to send a dua that's true: Bro I miss ya and I'll mourn you til I join you. 5.12.08 FO Early morning, a bird sings as I awake
I stumble outta bed and struggle with the 1st step I take,
Shoot a glance at my wife and thank Allah for my life,
My 2 baby girls are the stars in my eyes
But as I make wudu the mirror reminds me of how time flies,
With sadness in my essence I remember your presence
and how a brother can make a difference every day of his existence,
Ain’t no lie – we didn’t get time to be the closest of friends
Life took us on different paths but we all end up the same in the end;
But every memory of you makes me smile so true
Your face haunts me sometimes saying make the most of what you can do
Not a day goes by when I don’t remember my promise to your father:
‘I’ll pray for him forever, stay strong, give my love to his mother’
She was the sparkle in your eye, the fire in your heart
When I remember you together you were inseparable from the start;
Your family meant the world to you and you kept adding to the list
Across the globe you embraced everyone as your brother and sis,
You were always down with the Truth, a Ghetto Philosopher
All I’ve got are memories as I think what’s it all for?
Every day we have is a chance to make things better
Thank Allah for our families, every word and every letter
he’s sent down for us his divine guidance benevolence
Yet we don’t always heed and claim innocent ignorance?
No-one knows when their day’s up and what their record will hold,
But I pray you’ll recognise me in Paradise and we’ll stand shoulder to shold,
Growing up together in the same neighbourhood
Creates a bond you’d never expect but one you should,
It’s time for Fajr and I raise my hands in prayer:
‘Dear God take care of Imran and those he left behind here;
Mum’s not doing too well, I beg You to make her better,
We’re all so helpless I had to write this letter.’
Time to go now, just wanted to send a dua that’s true:
Bro I miss ya and I’ll mourn you til I join you.

5.12.08

FO

]]> By: Fuad http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-522 Fuad Mon, 16 Jun 2008 18:21:27 +0000 #comment-522 I don't know why, but for some reason today I just remembered you. The stories you'd tell at the early iftaars when we used to come round to your place, the warmth with which you'd always meet me and everyone, the way you always were striving for so much more despite outdoing all of us in good deeds. I remember the last time I saw you at a fundraiser for Harrow mosque and where you spoke about your trip to the earthquake zone. I remember speaking to you once after that and just having so much respect for you and feeling so proud to know you because of all the good you were doing. Then today I remembered the news of your death and how it struck me like a nail in the heart. I remember your Janazaah and the scores of people at your burial and your father's face when I met him. I remember seeing Adnan at your place and the sorrow and strength that were reflected on his face by a thin dividing line. I still keep asking my parents about your parents and pray they are healing, I can't imagine their loss and still can't believe you're gone. I don't know why, but I looked out of my window today and a soft breeze was blowing the trees and caressing the leaves. I just remembered you for some reason and began praying for you. May Allah reward you for all that you did and continue to do, because whenever we remember you we remain inspired. May Allah grant your parents strength and give us all patience. Thank you for everything you left behind in your deeds. I look back and remember our first meeting and can't believe I am here today, and you're not. It still feels strange. Acceptance is still impossible, I just think you've gone away for a while and we miss you, and I hope we'll meet again soon Inshallah. Love you bro. Praying for you. May Allah grant all those you've left behind patience. Ameen. I don’t know why, but for some reason today I just remembered you. The stories you’d tell at the early iftaars when we used to come round to your place, the warmth with which you’d always meet me and everyone, the way you always were striving for so much more despite outdoing all of us in good deeds. I remember the last time I saw you at a fundraiser for Harrow mosque and where you spoke about your trip to the earthquake zone. I remember speaking to you once after that and just having so much respect for you and feeling so proud to know you because of all the good you were doing.

Then today I remembered the news of your death and how it struck me like a nail in the heart. I remember your Janazaah and the scores of people at your burial and your father’s face when I met him. I remember seeing Adnan at your place and the sorrow and strength that were reflected on his face by a thin dividing line. I still keep asking my parents about your parents and pray they are healing, I can’t imagine their loss and still can’t believe you’re gone.

I don’t know why, but I looked out of my window today and a soft breeze was blowing the trees and caressing the leaves. I just remembered you for some reason and began praying for you.

May Allah reward you for all that you did and continue to do, because whenever we remember you we remain inspired. May Allah grant your parents strength and give us all patience. Thank you for everything you left behind in your deeds.

I look back and remember our first meeting and can’t believe I am here today, and you’re not. It still feels strange. Acceptance is still impossible, I just think you’ve gone away for a while and we miss you, and I hope we’ll meet again soon Inshallah.

Love you bro. Praying for you. May Allah grant all those you’ve left behind patience. Ameen.

]]> By: MUM http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-451 MUM Sun, 17 Feb 2008 22:42:32 +0000 #comment-451 Miss you every minute of the day my son. Yes a year gone by but life is just not the same without you Imran.I pray that Allah SWT is taking good care of you and that you are in peace in Barzak. InshAllah see you soon. MUM Miss you every minute of the day my son. Yes a year gone by but life is just not the same without you Imran.I pray that Allah SWT is taking good care of you and that you are in peace in Barzak. InshAllah see you soon.
MUM

]]> By: Likkle sister http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-443 Likkle sister Sat, 02 Feb 2008 18:46:07 +0000 #comment-443 It's already been a year. Time moves on and so do the rest of us but you'll never be forgotten. God i miss you, theres so much i would have liked to tell you. I pray you're resting in peace now. God bless. Ameen It’s already been a year. Time moves on and so do the rest of us but you’ll never be forgotten. God i miss you, theres so much i would have liked to tell you. I pray you’re resting in peace now. God bless. Ameen

]]> By: sister http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-438 sister Sun, 27 Jan 2008 23:11:16 +0000 #comment-438 as-salamualaikum .... ..Innah lilah wa inah ilaihi raji'oon... .......May Allah reward you with the best of rewards brother... subhanAllah....im in tears...jus happened to read sumthing on deenport that directed me to the website.. i didnt know of the brother beforehand.... Aunty...your poem / tribute was beautiful...may Alah ease your + ur family's pain and through your trial raise you+family in rank and bring you all closer to Him..i cant stop cryin as i write this...Ya Allah.... Stay strong Aunty... Your humble duas.... as-salamualaikum ….

..Innah lilah wa inah ilaihi raji’oon…

…….May Allah reward you with the best of rewards brother…

subhanAllah….im in tears…jus happened to read sumthing on deenport that directed me to the website.. i didnt know of the brother beforehand….

Aunty…your poem / tribute was beautiful…may Alah ease your + ur family’s pain and through your trial raise you+family in rank and bring you all closer to Him..i cant stop cryin as i write this…Ya Allah….

Stay strong Aunty…

Your humble duas….

]]> By: Tahseen http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-416 Tahseen Wed, 09 Jan 2008 23:35:01 +0000 #comment-416 Inaa lillah wa inna ilayhi raji'un May Allah grant him Janna Inaa lillah wa inna ilayhi raji’un
May Allah grant him Janna

]]> By: A Friend http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-413 A Friend Mon, 07 Jan 2008 22:34:41 +0000 #comment-413 I believe that the coroner recorded an open verdict. I believe that the coroner recorded an open verdict.

]]> By: Anon http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-406 Anon Fri, 04 Jan 2008 05:20:34 +0000 #comment-406 I miss you Imran... I miss you Imran…

]]> By: Anwar Hussien http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-386 Anwar Hussien Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:56:40 +0000 #comment-386 My apologies if the above question offends. But it is playing on my mind. May Allah have mercy on the departed. My apologies if the above question offends. But it is playing on my mind. May Allah have mercy on the departed.

]]> By: Anwar Hussien http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-385 Anwar Hussien Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:53:57 +0000 #comment-385 Has the cause of death been confirmed. I.e. The coroners report.?? Has the cause of death been confirmed. I.e. The coroners report.??

]]> By: usman khan http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-112 usman khan Thu, 05 Apr 2007 17:23:06 +0000 #comment-112 salaam i just came upon the sad news...even though i dont know this brother or the poeple who know him because iam from american...but he was a brother of mine in islam and may allah bless his soul and forgive his sins and grant him the highest level of jannah...may allah give his family patience and give them the stength they need to get over this immense trafedy. i was brought to tears by the poem his mother wrote...we cant even imagine her pain...may allah make it easy for u aunty...salaam salaam i just came upon the sad news…even though i dont know this brother or the poeple who know him because iam from american…but he was a brother of mine in islam and may allah bless his soul and forgive his sins and grant him the highest level of jannah…may allah give his family patience and give them the stength they need to get over this immense trafedy.

i was brought to tears by the poem his mother wrote…we cant even imagine her pain…may allah make it easy for u aunty…salaam

]]> By: In memory of Imran Saithna, rockstar extraordinare: Bleed the pen, burn the paper, dry those tears of eternal sorrow http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-90 In memory of Imran Saithna, rockstar extraordinare: Bleed the pen, burn the paper, dry those tears of eternal sorrow Tue, 20 Mar 2007 19:59:23 +0000 #comment-90 [...] And we meet…to depart,And then depart -Just to meet again. * [...] [...] And we meet…to depart,And then depart -Just to meet again. * [...]

]]> By: RZR http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-73 RZR Fri, 16 Mar 2007 11:25:51 +0000 #comment-73 Dearest Atiya Aunty, You've always been one of the strongest people i know: a fountain of strength and faith and you have highlighted this in the aftermath to Imrans death. Your poem is beautiful and Imran would have loved it. More importantly, Imran was inspired to do so many good things because of the teachings and upbringing that came from you and uncle. He inherited you gentle but determined 'social conscience' and would never deny anyone who needed help, whether the need was large and publicised or something no-one would ever know off except his close friends. For example, he once went to the mosque for prayers and then stayed and delayed all his plans because there was a janazah prayer for a man but only the coffin was there—nobody else had come. So Imran stayed and then even went for the burial as far as I remember. He never told many people these little things that meant so much in terms of charity but just kept doing them. The fact that Imran is so missed and has left a void with so many people from so many parts of the world and from so many different walks of life is testimony not only to what a gentle and precious gem he was but also is testimony to you and your family for the love and teachings you gave him; they acted as the foundation from which he could derive his specialness. Always remember how he held your hand during Hajj—on his last weeks in this world. He chose to look after you and came back and told me his main concern throughout the trip had been you and uncle. During Hajj, most people strive to be close to Allah. I know Imran would have strived for this too, but as always he did it through helping others: this time his beloved mum and dad. Hajj is supposed to be one of the most important and ‘dunya’ free events of our life—Imran left behind his mobile, his attachments to the UK and without all these things he was at his most basic and true form: he prayed all day and took care of you. You must be so proud that Imrans bare necessities came down to worshipping Allah through devotion and dhikr and making sure that you and uncle were okay—that’s all he needed for peace of mind at such at important time. At a talk I attended on ‘death’ recently, one of the speakers suggested that we should always speak well of the departed soul and speak of his good deeds as these deeds are then written again for the soul and benefit him. Imran offered so much to people that it is fitting that on his transition from this world to the next, so many dozens of people are speaking of his good deeds—over and over again…for all the efforts he made in this world, may the efforts and good intentions be multiplied and written for him again and again Insh’Allah Imran left so many of his friends with so many tasks to strive for: to always leave an impact of a gentle few words and smile whoever we many be talking to and whatever their faith many be, to always have a social conscience and act on it, to always strive to be a the kind of friend that people feel privileged and proud to introduce, to always seek knowledge, to always attend Jummah, to always run for Tawarih prayers, to always be able to laugh whole heartedly, to enjoy good food and desserts, to always respect our parents and try and take care of them. He succeeded in all these tasks and I’m proud to have known him. Your family’s strength, faith and dignity has shone in the last few weeks but I hope you can remember that whilst your loss is greater than anyone elses, we all miss Imran and we are all still behind you, praying for your youngest child and praying for you. With love and duas, RZR. Dearest Atiya Aunty,

You’ve always been one of the strongest people i know: a fountain of strength and faith and you have highlighted this in the aftermath to Imrans death. Your poem is beautiful and Imran would have loved it. More importantly, Imran was inspired to do so many good things because of the teachings and upbringing that came from you and uncle. He inherited you gentle but determined ’social conscience’ and would never deny anyone who needed help, whether the need was large and publicised or something no-one would ever know off except his close friends. For example, he once went to the mosque for prayers and then stayed and delayed all his plans because there was a janazah prayer for a man but only the coffin was there—nobody else had come. So Imran stayed and then even went for the burial as far as I remember. He never told many people these little things that meant so much in terms of charity but just kept doing them.

The fact that Imran is so missed and has left a void with so many people from so many parts of the world and from so many different walks of life is testimony not only to what a gentle and precious gem he was but also is testimony to you and your family for the love and teachings you gave him; they acted as the foundation from which he could derive his specialness.

Always remember how he held your hand during Hajj—on his last weeks in this world. He chose to look after you and came back and told me his main concern throughout the trip had been you and uncle. During Hajj, most people strive to be close to Allah. I know Imran would have strived for this too, but as always he did it through helping others: this time his beloved mum and dad. Hajj is supposed to be one of the most important and ‘dunya’ free events of our life—Imran left behind his mobile, his attachments to the UK and without all these things he was at his most basic and true form: he prayed all day and took care of you. You must be so proud that Imrans bare necessities came down to worshipping Allah through devotion and dhikr and making sure that you and uncle were okay—that’s all he needed for peace of mind at such at important time.

At a talk I attended on ‘death’ recently, one of the speakers suggested that we should always speak well of the departed soul and speak of his good deeds as these deeds are then written again for the soul and benefit him. Imran offered so much to people that it is fitting that on his transition from this world to the next, so many dozens of people are speaking of his good deeds—over and over again…for all the efforts he made in this world, may the efforts and good intentions be multiplied and written for him again and again Insh’Allah

Imran left so many of his friends with so many tasks to strive for: to always leave an impact of a gentle few words and smile whoever we many be talking to and whatever their faith many be, to always have a social conscience and act on it, to always strive to be a the kind of friend that people feel privileged and proud to introduce, to always seek knowledge, to always attend Jummah, to always run for Tawarih prayers, to always be able to laugh whole heartedly, to enjoy good food and desserts, to always respect our parents and try and take care of them. He succeeded in all these tasks and I’m proud to have known him.

Your family’s strength, faith and dignity has shone in the last few weeks but I hope you can remember that whilst your loss is greater than anyone elses, we all miss Imran and we are all still behind you, praying for your youngest child and praying for you.

With love and duas,
RZR.

]]> By: Tracy J http://nobleintentions.wordpress.com/about/#comment-71 Tracy J Thu, 15 Mar 2007 23:16:32 +0000 #comment-71 Atiya You say you are weak... but your strength has no boundary.Keep this strength and know that there are people outside your family who may not always say it, but know it and appreciate it more than words can say. I read your piece with many tears in my eyes, as a mother, as a friend and a colleague. with love Tracy J xx Atiya

You say you are weak… but your strength has no boundary.Keep this strength and know that there are people outside your family who may not always say it, but know it and appreciate it more than words can say.

I read your piece with many tears in my eyes, as a mother, as a friend and a colleague.

with love
Tracy J xx

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