He would have been in the second year of his MBBS degree if he had lived, and his father must have been looking for a purchaser to sell his Sumo (minibus), to rest in his old days. But on a cruel evening of 23rd July 2021 speakers of Bomai Sopore announced that Mr Aadil Parveaz is no more, and his funeral will be held at 9:00 pm.
A boy of 16 with eyes that gleamed with hope and a heart full of ambition is no more. He had dedicated his life to knowledge. Uninterested in the fleeting distractions of youth, Suhail found solace in the quiet company of books. He dreamt of becoming a doctor, a dream he nurtured with unwavering dedication. He prepared for his NEET exams with laser-sharp focus, his mind ablaze with the desire to heal and serve.
But fate, it seems, had other plans. On an evening in the year 2021, Aadil suffered immense chest pain, accompanied by shortness of breath, dizziness, immobility, and loss of consciousness. His father is a Sumo driver and his mother is a housewife. His parents didn’t know about heart attack, its symptoms, CPR and other first aid measures. Since Aadil was the apple of his parent’s eyes, his father immediately started the Sumo and took him to the nearest hospital (SDH Sopore). Alas! it turned out to be the last journey in the vehicle of his beloved father. Aadil breathed his last only after a mile in Seloo Sopore.
Aadil scored 486 marks out of 500 in his 12th board exams. He always carried a cute smile on his face. Today, I travelled in the Sumo of his father, who looked more older than his actual age. The death of his beloved son has broken him inside. But Aadil’s unwavering dedication to education, his unwavering focus, and his selfless spirit serve as an inspiration to us all. He reminds us of the preciousness of life and the importance of pursuing our dreams with passion and unwavering determination. I salute Aadil for his discipline and his respect towards everyone. I salute his gentleness.
Though his life was short, his impact will be long-lasting. He will forever be remembered as a symbol of hope, a bright star extinguished too soon, but whose light will continue to shine in the hearts of those who knew and loved him. I still discover his teachers discussing him. I was older than him, he would always greet me with a cute smile. I find my heart aching and aching too much whenever I think of him. He was the hope of his parents in their old days. I wish had he lived, he would have been a great asset to his family, society and nation. May Aadil’s soul rest in peace!
The writer is a poet, author of two books and a columnist. He can be reached at ar**********@***il.com