March 16th, 1957
The Wedding Day of My Dear Parents
My dear parents' wedding day!
On this very day, sixty-eight years ago dark,
handsome, with a full life ahead of him, young Zafar Iqbal Yazdanie was to wed
young maiden and shy Anwar Farzana!
Their marriage was arranged by my father's elder
brother, Latif Yazdanie, and my dear Aunty Fahmida. It was not without its
urgency—my father had made it clear to his elder brother that if his wedding
wasn’t arranged promptly, he’d be off to Bangkok instead! That threat, it
seems, became family folklore. Bangkok never stood a chance.
That blessed day marked the start of a marriage full
of love, faith, and togetherness. God, in His Infinite Mercy, showered them
with barakah. My father's lifelong mantra, often whispered through sighs, was
simple yet profound: "God grant us Mercy." And
indeed, He did—His Mercy was woven into every year, every season, every joy,
and every sorrow of their shared life.
Their union was not just a marriage. It was a sacred
companionship. They built a home together, raised a family, and held fast to
each other and to God. Their love was quiet but unwavering—anchored in grace.
That journey of togetherness culminated in the early
morning hours of April 29th, 2012, when my beloved father returned to his
Creator. After that, something tender unfolded. My mother, in the solitude of
evenings, would sometimes call me by his name—Zafar. And why not? To her, he
was never far. She never once let his presence fade from her heart or her
bedside. At times, she would confide in me, softly and sincerely, “I
want to be with Zafar.”
And why wouldn’t she? For isn’t that how God created
us—husband and wife, as the very first human bond? The foundation of family,
the building block of society, and the anchor of companionship in both life and
death.
My mother, Anwar Farzana Yazdanie passed away in 2022,
ten years after my father’s passing. Yes! For sure as death, Anwar Farzana
Yazdanie will have her reunion in eternity with her beloved and dear husband.
She knew it. It was evident every day. Her health had gradually made her frail.
Her strength had slowly ebbed away from her bones and muscles. I could see
it—clear as daylight.
It was clear, even in her final months, that she was
slowly preparing for reunion. Her strength gently ebbed, and her soul seemed to
lean toward the unseen—toward him. I believe, with all my heart, that they are
now together again by the grace of the One who unites hearts and souls.
O Lord, have Mercy on my dear parents,
just as they had mercy on us when we were weak. Ameen
Aamir Yazdani
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