The Lost Friend

From being an outstanding student to one of the youngest rebel of south kashmir, MOHAMMAD FARHAN WANI a lad from wanigund quimoh Quimoh was the youngest member of his family survived by 4 other family members. Farhan from class 0-10  studied in one of the most finest schools of islamabad (anantnag). He was a brilliant student and an outstanding mathematician. He was fond of mildly hot lipton chai with bakerkhani (kashmiri bread). He was my classmate and dearest enemy. we used to fight for reasons unknows. 

Farhan was the most honest and sincere student of our batch & had the most lavish lifestyle among us all. He always loved techy thing like calculator watches, iphones, laser lights and THE GUNS. Farhan had an unusual habit of tasting everyones lunchbox not only during our lunchbreaks but also even during classes. i personally wanted to punch his stomach (back then)  but today i wish he was here among us to open and eat our tiffins. Again.

Farhan came from a very principled and up standing family. His father Ghulam Mohd wani , is a very calm and cool man who is a headmaster in a govt. higher secondary. His mother Gowhara Jan worked in a social welfare department but later resigned. His sister is a Junior Engineer & Elder brother pursuing his BVSC.It was not the kind of family that will produce a militant.

Farhan from his early school days from class 9th  was fond of talking about rebels of valley. I  often, from him used to hear the stories of Majid zargar (R.A), Dawood bhai (R.A) and many other rebels of south kashmir from him. As he came from one of the most sensitive area of south kashmir i.e khudwani So, protesting against autocracies and oppression was in his blood. 

After clearing his 10th by getting 9.6 CGPA, farhan had took medical + math and was taking tutions on k.P road anantnag (anantnags coaching centre hub). I still remember his physical apperance as of an AFGAN. Oiled long hairs, kameez yazaar, and long shoe sometimes. 

on june 14th, 2017  Farhan left his home for tutions to attend his physics class but never returned back untill MARTRYED. Insted he had joined  a group of militants fighting for kashmirs independence from india.

Farhan survived for almost 7 months after joining the militant ranks. In this mean time he uploaded his several photos with other rebels on social media.Everyone knows this path always had a short lifetime but  we all avoided this harsh truth. These 7 months were the toughest period for his family members and everyone who cared. His father even wrote a letter to him on his facebook timeline saying, " My dear son, since you left us my body has started to betray me. I am screaming of the pain which you have given and still believe that you will come back home from the day you left home to your school.”

“I can’t explain how much I miss your smiling face, it had almost been six months, there is not a minute that goes by that I don’t think about you. I hope you are OK. I hope you are well. I am your father and if I do not tell you this, no one else will. Don’t bear grudge towards those who are not good to you. No one in this world is going to treat you well except your father and mother," he added. 

He then requested Farhan to come back and start afresh. 

“Dear son, we request you to come back and start again and we will help you in every manner otherwise the path which you have chosen will not lead you to anywhere other than pain, stress and betrayal and may be the time will come that you come back and never see us again," said Ghulam Wani. 

"Come back, we are missing you," he concluded. 

On 9 jan 2019, the family and everyone woke up and listened the unwanted truth. The truth nobody wanted to listen. Farhan was tracked by indian security forces and a gunfight had raged in larnoo village of kokernag. Farhan was martyred alone.
................And we lost another budding flower and a pious soul to this war. 

This jan 9, 2019 we (batchmates) went to his home on his 1st martyrdom anniversary. As we entered the main gate i had a flash in my mind that someday farhan would have entered the gate and today he was not present between us. His mother broke into tears as soon as she saw us. Maybe she was trying to find her son in us. Maybe she was thinking what if his son was alive. And zillion other thoughts. As we talked with her, she was smiling and crying at the same time as she recalled the moments from past. " Aaz te chum basan farhan soub ye te wanam mummy chai de banayeth" (Even today i feel like FARHAN will come and say mummy prepare tea for me) she said and cried and cried and cried. I could feel the pain of a mother how she was dying to see her son again and that hurted. 

She forced us to have lunch at their place but we at first instant started to refuse saying we already had our lunch. But she said "zan basem farhan soub chum khevan ye" and silted my/our heart in million pieces. This time it was uncontrollable and we all stood up went to her, cryng. we hugged her and i felt like i was hugging FARHAN and probably she too was feeling same.

A mother lost her son to this war and the pain can't be described in words.

we miss you FARHAN. I miss you. i still have echos of your voice in my head. You will be always in our hearts. FOREVER Till we meet on the other side.

May Allah (S.W.T) accept your shadat and reward u highest places in jannah.

About Writer: Malik Mumin


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