Infront of Sir Syed Ahmad's Grave
The calm and cool breeze touching my face awakened me to the realisation of death. Before me lay the mighty man, resting silently in his grave under the vast, black sky. His shijrah traces back to the Prophet’s beloved daughter, spanning thirty-eight generations. Beside him lies Sir Ross Masood—his grandson, his disciple, and a rightful inheritor of his Grandfather's vision. He has been here for 127 years, and in his time, he created a place so profound that people wish to be buried in university graveyard after their wish of being buried in the Prophet's city or Makkah. A sinner for the clergy and the saint for the masses, he did ordinary things in the most extraordinary way. Following in his Grandfather’s footsteps, he transformed the Yathrib of ignorance into a Madinah of knowledge. His being was endowment for the community. This is not a eulogy. It is a confession—a sincere, honest reflection in front of his grave. Anyone who visits this very spot where I sit will bear witn...
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