The other day, while driving on lonely country road in Maryland in my prized Lexus with seat warmers, GPS, and other gadgets, I started reminiscing about my first experience of driving a car on a secluded road in Britain.
Having come from Pakistan from a family without a car, finished graduate school in England, landed a job, I felt the need to learn driving and own a car to join the Jones and impress others. I went to a driving school and the instructor took me to a remote corner of the city on a secluded country road. We exchanged places, and finally I was in the drivers seat. Then the instructor asked me if I know which pedal is the brake and which one is for shifting gear. I could see the look of amazement on the instructor's face when I told him that I do not. How could he imagine that a 25 year old have no knowledge of such things. Finally he showed me the stuff and he let me drive even though he was scared of his life.
Being a traditional hardworking and competitive immigrant, I devoted time and money to learn to drive the English stick shift car during my lunch breaks with the instructor. I even bought a beat up beetle Volkswagen to accelerate the driving license process. I would bribe my English roommates with fish and chips or curry if they would sit with me in the car while I practice the three point turn U turn without touching the narrow curbs of British roads or parallel parking.
Finally, I convinced the instructor that I am ready for the driving test even though he was not certain. We arrived at the test station, and he got out of the car and wished me luck while the examiner got comfortable in his seat. After the examiner told me to drive, I dutifully checked my mirrors and made the move. Things went well for about 10 minutes until we arrived at busy narrow road and he told me to turn left. There was a huge truck in front of me so I missed the turning and instructor shouted at me for not following instructions.
Having figured by then that I will fail the test, I kept my cool, and made a successful three point U turn and returned back to the original route. Thereafter, I just followed the instructions blindly until the end of the test because, I had lost all hope and waiting for the test to end. Once we were back at the testing facility, the examiner told me to park the car and started the oral examination. By then, I was enjoying this pretension of the test. So when he asked me about how to enter the motorway, being a civil highway engineer, I told him about the design speed and curves of the entrance and exit lanes. The questions then ended and after a long pause, he told me that I passed the test to my unbelief.
The driving instructor was also surprised by the result of my passing the test in first attempt. It was considered a greater achievement among my immediate circle of Pakistani and Indian colleagues. This was more than getting a PhD. Some of my colleagues and friends from Indian subcontinent left England for Australia and USA without ever getting the drivers license even though they had tried several times. Of course it was a piece of cake for them to get drivers license in USA and Australia.
The following weekend after the passing the drivers test, I drove from Bedford to London in my red beetle to show off to my friends and family. Of course on a busy Friday night, I was lost in the city and went round Piccadilly circle several times. The car did not have a fuel gage and got struck on the road with no gas. I had to walk to nearest gas station and beg for a can of gas hoping the car is not ticketed or towed away. With my Lexus, I would not have all this trouble, it tells me where to go and how many miles left before the next fill up. However, I will still trade my Lexus for the beat up beetle and delight of driving a car on my own first time.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
No Muslim American in Obama's Cabinet
More than two million Muslim Americans voted for President Elect Obama. This was a historic vote in which 90 percent of the Muslims vote went to the democratic candidates. This was in spite of Mr. Obama reluctance to be associated with any main stream Muslim organizations such as CAIR, MAS, American Muslim Task Force. He was careful to such an extent that he never came any where near a mosque or a Muslim gathering. His campaign sacked the Muslim coordinator.
Young Muslims campaigned enthusiastically for Obama even though two Hijab wearing women were removed from the a Obama rally by the his campaign workers. He refused to acknowledge his Pakistani and Muslim friends from college days. Despite all this Muslims voted for Mr. Obama. Their vote was taken for granted by the democratic party just like in the past African American voters were taken for granted.
Of course Obama's campaign collected record number of campaign contributions from rich Muslim physicians and businessmen. These persons were happy to have the fundraisers in their luxury homes and photographs taken with the different senators, congressmen, and governors. They tried to prove these surrogates that they are the good Muslims, the secular Muslims, and do not care for the mosques or majority of Muslims who have beards, wear hijabs, and frequent these mosques.
Guess what these secular Muslims got for their money; the glossy pictures and thank you notes. They did not any appointments that matter even on the transition team. On the other hand other communities who invited Obama and his surrogates to the synagogues and churches instead of their elegant homes, got the appointments that matter. According to all the Internet traffic and blogs of progressive citizens that I have seen, Mr. Obama is being already called the first Jewish president of the USA.
I hope that the secular Muslims have learned a lesson. You cannot disown others and call themselves as good Muslims. Muslims in USA have a common destiny and cannot achieve their goals without connection to the mosque and regular Muslims.
Young Muslims campaigned enthusiastically for Obama even though two Hijab wearing women were removed from the a Obama rally by the his campaign workers. He refused to acknowledge his Pakistani and Muslim friends from college days. Despite all this Muslims voted for Mr. Obama. Their vote was taken for granted by the democratic party just like in the past African American voters were taken for granted.
Of course Obama's campaign collected record number of campaign contributions from rich Muslim physicians and businessmen. These persons were happy to have the fundraisers in their luxury homes and photographs taken with the different senators, congressmen, and governors. They tried to prove these surrogates that they are the good Muslims, the secular Muslims, and do not care for the mosques or majority of Muslims who have beards, wear hijabs, and frequent these mosques.
Guess what these secular Muslims got for their money; the glossy pictures and thank you notes. They did not any appointments that matter even on the transition team. On the other hand other communities who invited Obama and his surrogates to the synagogues and churches instead of their elegant homes, got the appointments that matter. According to all the Internet traffic and blogs of progressive citizens that I have seen, Mr. Obama is being already called the first Jewish president of the USA.
I hope that the secular Muslims have learned a lesson. You cannot disown others and call themselves as good Muslims. Muslims in USA have a common destiny and cannot achieve their goals without connection to the mosque and regular Muslims.
Monday, December 8, 2008
What a Waste - Jumma Khutbah
About 300-700 Muslims come to pray on Friday at each mosque. They are captive audience of the Imam and his speech (khutbah). However, I notice usually the attendees tune out what Imam is saying in the first five minutes. The Imam usually tells them how bad they are in their practice of religion. He talks about Hijab for woman 90 percent of the time. However, he does not tell the men that things like beard is also Sunah and pronunce them as Kafirs. Imagine what will be the reaction of a young girl who takes time of work on Friday and hears this. She is likely to stop coming. She needs encouragement. I have found that woman start wearing Hijab on their own when they are ready and are not motivated by Khutbahs.
The Imam's is usually a recent immigrant with poor command of English. It is almost impossible to undersatnd him. He thinks he knows it all about Fiqah and Sunnat. However, his knowledge is rudimentary. According to traditions of the prophet, the Khutbah should be shorter than the time it takes to pray. However, the average Imam holds the audience with his monlogue for 30 minutes instead of a schedule of 15 minutes. The audience are looking at their watches because they have to go back to work. He moves from subject to subject without any direction or central theme. If he was teaching a class instead, all the students will drop out.
I have seen congregations aroused by a young Imam with English as his native tongue. I have seen how the word spreads and mosque gets very active. However, most of the mosques in USA are usually taken over by so called conservative immigrants and they do not like to part their authority. These trustees are usually no where to be seen when the mosque is being built by avearge muslims; however, they appear on the scene immedately after the infrastructure is complete.
What we need is to encourage young bright Muslims to study religion here in United States and not in places like Saudi Arabia. We have to collect funds to award scholarships to these students. Furtermore we have to make the Imam's salary attractive for these bright persons after they graduate.
The Imam's is usually a recent immigrant with poor command of English. It is almost impossible to undersatnd him. He thinks he knows it all about Fiqah and Sunnat. However, his knowledge is rudimentary. According to traditions of the prophet, the Khutbah should be shorter than the time it takes to pray. However, the average Imam holds the audience with his monlogue for 30 minutes instead of a schedule of 15 minutes. The audience are looking at their watches because they have to go back to work. He moves from subject to subject without any direction or central theme. If he was teaching a class instead, all the students will drop out.
I have seen congregations aroused by a young Imam with English as his native tongue. I have seen how the word spreads and mosque gets very active. However, most of the mosques in USA are usually taken over by so called conservative immigrants and they do not like to part their authority. These trustees are usually no where to be seen when the mosque is being built by avearge muslims; however, they appear on the scene immedately after the infrastructure is complete.
What we need is to encourage young bright Muslims to study religion here in United States and not in places like Saudi Arabia. We have to collect funds to award scholarships to these students. Furtermore we have to make the Imam's salary attractive for these bright persons after they graduate.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Saudis - The Real Satans of the World
I went to Makkah and Medina during Ramadan for Umrah. Makkah has five star hotels around the Haram which charge 900 dollars per night during Ramadan and they were all fully booked. Just a few yards from these hotels, I took 100 packets of juice and fruit to handout one Iftar time. I was mobbed. People came from all directions to get a packet of juice, a banana, and and an orange. I could not have imagined the poverty in the great Saudi Arabia which is milking the world with 80-145 dollars per barrel for the oil. I was so upset at lack of dignity these people have to suffer in a rich state that I could not bring myself to do it again. I also remember the solemn and sad faces of Pakistani and Bengladeshi cleaning crew with green and orange uniforms cleaning the roads and courtyard outside the Haram in 125 degree heat for a mere 130 dollars per month. I was ashamed for all Muslims, including me, for tolerating this situation in the land of Prophet Mohammad and Abu Bakar who spent nights looking for needy persons.
I am told the plight of the Pakistanis and Bengladeshis in Dubai is not different from Makkah. The arabs do not pay the wages. I was pleased and proud to be back in the USA. I do not know why the common man in Pakistan blames USA as a Satan nation while the real satans live in the arab countries. I can practice my religion and freedom of expression is much better in USA than in the Arab countries.
Update on December 7, 2008
Todays Washington Post story confirms my observations. See below.
A Critical View of Saudis' Treatment of Foreign Help
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/12/06/AR2008120602149.html
I am told the plight of the Pakistanis and Bengladeshis in Dubai is not different from Makkah. The arabs do not pay the wages. I was pleased and proud to be back in the USA. I do not know why the common man in Pakistan blames USA as a Satan nation while the real satans live in the arab countries. I can practice my religion and freedom of expression is much better in USA than in the Arab countries.
Update on December 7, 2008
Todays Washington Post story confirms my observations. See below.
A Critical View of Saudis' Treatment of Foreign Help
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/12/06/AR2008120602149.html
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Humans and Cats
In 1968, while at the University of Southampton in England, I first learned about the love of cats by the people who live in the West. During my first week in Southampton, I went to Hafeez Sheikh's house. He used to live in a bed sitter (a bedroom in a house). The owner of the house (landaldy) was an elderly lady. She had three cats. Each cat ate different kind of food. On days she had to go out with her husband, it was Hafeez's job to give them food at specific time and at different stands in the kitchen. The cats were her life and occupation.I still remember the story that after a few years Hafeez went back to Southampton to visit the landlady. She spent the major part of the encounter talking about the death of the one the cats. She only mentioned in passing about the death of her husband during the same period. Based on this event, we used to joke about this that Western persons have more love for their cats than their spouses.
During the time the kids (Faisal and Nassir) were growing up there was always discusion about a pet in the family. However, being the dad, I always used to overrule about adopting a cat in the house.When Faisal got married, his wife Fatima got a cat from a nurse who used to work with her. Initially, I thought it was such a bad idea. Then the cat started coming to our house and we started sitting the cat while Fatima and Faisal went on vacation. I finally started enjoying the cat named Billy. She would come and sit in my lap and went to sleep in the lap like a baby. Tanzila and Fasial were very jealous about this. At night, the cat will come and sleep in our bed.
When Fatima moved to New York for her residency, Billy started staying at our house on the weekends because Faisal travels to Brooklyn every weekend to be with Fatima. This developed into a strong bond between the Billy and Tanzila, Nassir, and I. Billy would get up when I went to the bathroom in the moring and wait outside the bathroom door. When I went down stairs, she will lead me to fridge in the kitchen and anxiously wait for her favorite food tuna taken out from the fridge and put in the bowl. It was and still is a ritual.
Billy is a beautiful cat and only three years old (30 years human age). Lately, Billy has not been herself. She seems tired and does not have a good appetite. Faisal finally took het to the vetenary doctor last night and found out she has lost two pound in weight, which is alot for a small cat. This morning when Fatima called from New York called and told me that Faisal is really sad at his house because the vet has called him to give the bad news. The test results showed that Billy has renal (kideney) failure which is a terminal disease for the cats. This was a major shock for all of us. We do know that the only practical choice now is to pu Billy to sleep with an injection. However, we are not sure what Fasial is going to decide. So now I have come a full circle and compare myself to the landlady at Southampton. Life is funny.
During the time the kids (Faisal and Nassir) were growing up there was always discusion about a pet in the family. However, being the dad, I always used to overrule about adopting a cat in the house.When Faisal got married, his wife Fatima got a cat from a nurse who used to work with her. Initially, I thought it was such a bad idea. Then the cat started coming to our house and we started sitting the cat while Fatima and Faisal went on vacation. I finally started enjoying the cat named Billy. She would come and sit in my lap and went to sleep in the lap like a baby. Tanzila and Fasial were very jealous about this. At night, the cat will come and sleep in our bed.
When Fatima moved to New York for her residency, Billy started staying at our house on the weekends because Faisal travels to Brooklyn every weekend to be with Fatima. This developed into a strong bond between the Billy and Tanzila, Nassir, and I. Billy would get up when I went to the bathroom in the moring and wait outside the bathroom door. When I went down stairs, she will lead me to fridge in the kitchen and anxiously wait for her favorite food tuna taken out from the fridge and put in the bowl. It was and still is a ritual.
Billy is a beautiful cat and only three years old (30 years human age). Lately, Billy has not been herself. She seems tired and does not have a good appetite. Faisal finally took het to the vetenary doctor last night and found out she has lost two pound in weight, which is alot for a small cat. This morning when Fatima called from New York called and told me that Faisal is really sad at his house because the vet has called him to give the bad news. The test results showed that Billy has renal (kideney) failure which is a terminal disease for the cats. This was a major shock for all of us. We do know that the only practical choice now is to pu Billy to sleep with an injection. However, we are not sure what Fasial is going to decide. So now I have come a full circle and compare myself to the landlady at Southampton. Life is funny.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Roohi Siddique
I did not want this blog to become an obituary column. The last two posts were about my father and his cousin. However, I cannot in my right mind pass on the opportunity to memoralize the life of my friend and wife of dear univesity of engineering and technology (UET) Lahore alumnus Mohammad Siddique,
On August 18, 2008, I was driving some where in Pennsylvania enroute from Toronto to my home in Maryland that I got a call from my son that Roohi and her sister Tahseen died in atraffic accident in California. This was shocking and beyond belief. My wife Tanzila got really crazy on hearing the news becuase she like so many in the community considered Roohi their best friend.
Roohi and Tahseen died on August 17 were the victims of a head on collision by a young driver who was tring to overtake the car infront of him on a single lane road. I like many hundres of Roohi's other friends pray that Allah make it easy on her in the grave and raise her among the lucky ones who will go to Paradise.
Roohi was born on December 5, 1951 in Pakistan. She graduated with an MA in Pakistan studies from the famous Quaid Azam University in Islamabad, Pakistan. Thereafter she taught at a preparatory school in Islamabad until she got married on December 11, 1979 to Mohammad Siddique and moved to USA. She is survived by her husband of 29 years, son Yasir who is at dental school in Maryland, daughter Shabina who his doing her residency in internal medicine at Johns Hopkins, and two grand kids.
The last time I met Roohi was a couple of weeks earlier before her death. She came with her husband for a meeting I had arranged for the UET alumni at my home. She came at the door and said and jokingly said that she was not invited but she decided to come; however, she can leave if I want her to. Of course we would never let her leave. She was the life of the party. This was in evidence during her funeral prayers which was attended by more than thousand persons. Talking to some of them, I found out that all of them considered her as their best friend.
The thing I most admired in Roohi was her optimistic view of life. She lived the life to full. She always had a smile on her face. She was the one who can be counted when you were in need of support. She transfered these traits to her kids and many other kids she used to take care of at her home.
Her love of Politics and Pakistan was in evidence at every fundraiser for the politicians or functions of the Pakustan association. She or her husband Mohammed Siddique were the main orgainzers of the Pakistan Association. She was an ardent supporter of the democratic party and involved with the local politicians. It was unusual to Montgomery County Isiah Legette and other county officials to be present at her funeral.
I will like others who read this blog to leave their comments here. I will update the blog from these scomments at a latter date.
On August 18, 2008, I was driving some where in Pennsylvania enroute from Toronto to my home in Maryland that I got a call from my son that Roohi and her sister Tahseen died in atraffic accident in California. This was shocking and beyond belief. My wife Tanzila got really crazy on hearing the news becuase she like so many in the community considered Roohi their best friend.
Roohi and Tahseen died on August 17 were the victims of a head on collision by a young driver who was tring to overtake the car infront of him on a single lane road. I like many hundres of Roohi's other friends pray that Allah make it easy on her in the grave and raise her among the lucky ones who will go to Paradise.
Roohi was born on December 5, 1951 in Pakistan. She graduated with an MA in Pakistan studies from the famous Quaid Azam University in Islamabad, Pakistan. Thereafter she taught at a preparatory school in Islamabad until she got married on December 11, 1979 to Mohammad Siddique and moved to USA. She is survived by her husband of 29 years, son Yasir who is at dental school in Maryland, daughter Shabina who his doing her residency in internal medicine at Johns Hopkins, and two grand kids.
The last time I met Roohi was a couple of weeks earlier before her death. She came with her husband for a meeting I had arranged for the UET alumni at my home. She came at the door and said and jokingly said that she was not invited but she decided to come; however, she can leave if I want her to. Of course we would never let her leave. She was the life of the party. This was in evidence during her funeral prayers which was attended by more than thousand persons. Talking to some of them, I found out that all of them considered her as their best friend.
The thing I most admired in Roohi was her optimistic view of life. She lived the life to full. She always had a smile on her face. She was the one who can be counted when you were in need of support. She transfered these traits to her kids and many other kids she used to take care of at her home.
Her love of Politics and Pakistan was in evidence at every fundraiser for the politicians or functions of the Pakustan association. She or her husband Mohammed Siddique were the main orgainzers of the Pakistan Association. She was an ardent supporter of the democratic party and involved with the local politicians. It was unusual to Montgomery County Isiah Legette and other county officials to be present at her funeral.
I will like others who read this blog to leave their comments here. I will update the blog from these scomments at a latter date.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Colonel Jamaluddin (Indian Medical Service)
Sajeela Khan, daughter of Col. Jamaluddin has submitted this post. Col.Jamaluddin, was a cousin of my father Sheikh Karim Baksh. I think this post is a natural follow on to my previous post about my dad. I will be glad to add additional information from others to this blog. Please leave the information in the form of a comment to this blog.
Colonel Jamaluddin was born in Amritsar, to the well known family of Hakim Ghulam Jilani, on May 22nd 1891. His father Sheikh Abdul Aziz was in the postal service with a jurisdiction extending from Poonji and Chilas to Jullunder. He was one of four brothers with no sister, and was educated at Randhir College, Rawalpindi. When the time came for the older two to be sent to England for higher education, their Mother insisted they get engaged to be married. At the time both brides to be,daughters of near relatives from Kapurthala, and Amritser, were barely eleven years old and still playing with dolls. Col Jamaluddin’s mother brought the young girls over,to keep her company on their long travels from Poonji and Chilas and to live with her as she had no daughters. During that time, a plague at Kapurthala broke out taking a toll. Most of Col. Jamaluddin’s relatives were lost, including the siblings and parents of Col Jamaluddins wife.
Col Jamaluddin was the first Muslim to graduate from Edinburgh in 1914 and was selected in the Indian Medical Service. On his return to India, He received a red carpet reception from the Maharaja of Kapurthala. His father in law had been the Maharajah’s Chief minister, and the family had lived in the prestigious area of Feel Darwaza (Elephant Gate). His daughter, Salima, was born in 1918 in Amritsar. His son, Jamil Akhtar, was born in Busra, Iraq, where Col Jamaluddin was the Captain in charge of a hospital. The second son, Group Captain Said Aziz, was born in Dehradoon. Col Jamaluddin took a leave of absense in order to return to Edinburgh to complete his medical degree to also become a civil surgeon. His wife was expecting their second daughter in 1922, so they came back to Agra in time for the birth of Sajeela. His youngest son Salar was born in Campbellpur, in 1929. The youngest daughter Safina was born in Ferozepur in 1931, where he was the Civil Surgeon.
In 1927 Col Jamaluddin had been posted as Civil Surgeon in Lahore. Mr Kirpalani was the Deputy Commissioner and Sardar Teja Singh was the Sessions Judge. All three Indians were posted together for the first time. With the help of a French architect who was their mutual friend, they planned the community of Model Town, as a retirement abode. Innitially, ModelTown was divided into three parts with a Mosque, a Temple and a Gurduwara as a center point to worship, surrounded by three blocks of housing each. Land at the center of the development was left vacant for recreation and community service centers.
Col Jamaluddins service throughout his career was exemplary. In Lyallpur, the Jamaluddin Gate was constructed in his honor.In 1938 he was transferred to Jallunder as Civil Surgeon. He was always pampered by the Maharaja of Kapurthala, and invited to play tennis in his royal court and ride elephants on the golden hoda along with his family. In 1941, during his posting in Fort Sandeman, as a Surgeon in the Military, his first granddaughter was born to his daughter Saleema. During the Partition in 1947, Col Jamaluddin opened the Walton Camp in Lahore and took early retirement to manage and treat patients at the camp. He was posted as Director of Health, Govt of Pakistan in Karachi. His voluntary services to the community continued as President of the ModelTown Society from 1950-56.
Col Jamaluddin died in December 1972 and was buried in Model Town. May his soul rest in peace, Amin.
Colonel Jamaluddin was born in Amritsar, to the well known family of Hakim Ghulam Jilani, on May 22nd 1891. His father Sheikh Abdul Aziz was in the postal service with a jurisdiction extending from Poonji and Chilas to Jullunder. He was one of four brothers with no sister, and was educated at Randhir College, Rawalpindi. When the time came for the older two to be sent to England for higher education, their Mother insisted they get engaged to be married. At the time both brides to be,daughters of near relatives from Kapurthala, and Amritser, were barely eleven years old and still playing with dolls. Col Jamaluddin’s mother brought the young girls over,to keep her company on their long travels from Poonji and Chilas and to live with her as she had no daughters. During that time, a plague at Kapurthala broke out taking a toll. Most of Col. Jamaluddin’s relatives were lost, including the siblings and parents of Col Jamaluddins wife.
Col Jamaluddin was the first Muslim to graduate from Edinburgh in 1914 and was selected in the Indian Medical Service. On his return to India, He received a red carpet reception from the Maharaja of Kapurthala. His father in law had been the Maharajah’s Chief minister, and the family had lived in the prestigious area of Feel Darwaza (Elephant Gate). His daughter, Salima, was born in 1918 in Amritsar. His son, Jamil Akhtar, was born in Busra, Iraq, where Col Jamaluddin was the Captain in charge of a hospital. The second son, Group Captain Said Aziz, was born in Dehradoon. Col Jamaluddin took a leave of absense in order to return to Edinburgh to complete his medical degree to also become a civil surgeon. His wife was expecting their second daughter in 1922, so they came back to Agra in time for the birth of Sajeela. His youngest son Salar was born in Campbellpur, in 1929. The youngest daughter Safina was born in Ferozepur in 1931, where he was the Civil Surgeon.
In 1927 Col Jamaluddin had been posted as Civil Surgeon in Lahore. Mr Kirpalani was the Deputy Commissioner and Sardar Teja Singh was the Sessions Judge. All three Indians were posted together for the first time. With the help of a French architect who was their mutual friend, they planned the community of Model Town, as a retirement abode. Innitially, ModelTown was divided into three parts with a Mosque, a Temple and a Gurduwara as a center point to worship, surrounded by three blocks of housing each. Land at the center of the development was left vacant for recreation and community service centers.
Col Jamaluddins service throughout his career was exemplary. In Lyallpur, the Jamaluddin Gate was constructed in his honor.In 1938 he was transferred to Jallunder as Civil Surgeon. He was always pampered by the Maharaja of Kapurthala, and invited to play tennis in his royal court and ride elephants on the golden hoda along with his family. In 1941, during his posting in Fort Sandeman, as a Surgeon in the Military, his first granddaughter was born to his daughter Saleema. During the Partition in 1947, Col Jamaluddin opened the Walton Camp in Lahore and took early retirement to manage and treat patients at the camp. He was posted as Director of Health, Govt of Pakistan in Karachi. His voluntary services to the community continued as President of the ModelTown Society from 1950-56.
Col Jamaluddin died in December 1972 and was buried in Model Town. May his soul rest in peace, Amin.
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