TRIBUTE
On the fourth death anniversary of Dr. Aziz Hajini, we gather in spirit to honor a man who left an indelible mark on society and in the hearts of those closest to him. Known to the world as a revered administrator, a prolific poet and writer, and a passionate advocate for the preservation of the Kashmiri language, I was fortunate enough to know him as something far more profound a devoted and loving father.
To many, Dr. Aziz Hajini’s legacy is anchored in his literary contributions and cultural leadership. As a key figure in the revival and promotion of Kashmiri, he became an icon in the region, a voice for the heritage that might have otherwise been lost to time. His poetry resonated with the emotions of the people, his essays reflected his deep understanding of culture, and his administrative work especially in the J&K Academy of Art, Culture and Languages for promoting and propagating different languages especially Kashmiri.
Yet for all his public achievements, it is his private legacy that I hold most dear. To me, Dr. Aziz Hajini was not just a celebrated figure; he was my father, and his influence on my life is immeasurable.
One memory stands out vividly, a story that exemplifies the depth of his selflessness and the love he carried for his children. I had set my heart on attending the prestigious Film and Television Institute of India (FTII) in Pune and was required to appear for a written test in New Delhi. My father, despite his numerous responsibilities, did not entrust this duty to anyone else. Instead, he accompanied me personally. He cleared his schedule, traveled with me, and waited patiently throughout the day while I sat for the exam.
As I walked out of the examination hall, I saw him there, a man of immense stature, standing among other parents, unassuming and without airs. In that moment, he wasn’t Dr. Aziz Hajini, the literary giant. He was simply my father—an embodiment of support and encouragement. His presence that day, in the heart of New Delhi, was a quiet testament to his unswerving belief in my dreams. He taught me then, without saying a word, that no matter how high we climb, family is always our greatest purpose. His lesson of humility and unconditional love still echoes in my heart, and it is a memory I cherish to this day.
For many, it’s easy to admire someone for their public accomplishments, but it is in the smaller, private acts of devotion that one’s true character is revealed. My father had a unique ability to balance the weight of his public responsibilities with the tenderness of his role as a parent. His professional success never eclipsed his commitment to his family.
As I reflect on his life, I am reminded of another poignant moment that encapsulates his spirituality and selflessness. My father had an unshakable faith in Allah and a profound reverence for Sufi saints. He found solace and strength in these beliefs, especially during times of hardship. When he was diagnosed with a serious health condition, I took him to the shrine of Habba Sahab (RA) in Hathlangoo. It was a place that brought him peace, a sacred space where he sought divine guidance. On our way back, however, he revealed something that has stayed with me ever since. He told me that he had not received a positive spiritual feeling during this visit, and with a calm yet certain tone, he acknowledged that his time on this earth was limited.
What struck me most during this conversation was not his fear of what was to come, but his concern for us—his family. He shared a prayer he had made to Allah during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic. With the world gripped in uncertainty and fear, he, too, was worried for his loved ones. In his prayer, he asked that if any misfortune was destined for his family, may it be redirected to him instead. This self-sacrifice, this willingness to bear the burden of suffering for the sake of his children and loved ones, is the essence of who my father was. His love knew no boundaries, and his care for us transcended even his own life.
In the years since his passing, I often think about that moment. My father faced the end of his life not with despair, but with acceptance and a deep sense of peace, secure in the knowledge that his family would be protected. His faith gave him strength, and his love for us gave him purpose. His passing left a void that can never be filled, but his spirit and legacy remain a guiding light for me and countless others whose lives he touched.
As I write this, I realize that words will never fully capture the essence of Dr. Aziz Hajini. He was a man of profound intellect, boundless creativity, and unmatched integrity. But above all, he was a father whose love was the cornerstone of my life. His support, his wisdom, and his faith continue to shape the person I am today.
On this somber occasion, we remember Dr. Aziz Hajini not only for his contributions to literature, culture, and society but also for the way he lived his life—full of compassion, humility, and grace. He taught me, and all who knew him, that the measure of a person is not in the accolades they receive but in the love they give and the lives they impact.
Though he is no longer physically with us, his presence is felt in every corner of our lives. His spirit lives on in the lessons he imparted, in the poetry he wrote, and in the love he gave. Dr. Aziz Hajini may have left this world, but his legacy is eternal, woven into the fabric of the family he cherished and the community he served.
As we mark this anniversary, I find comfort in knowing that while my father is no longer here to guide me in person; his love continues to light my path. His memory will forever be a source of strength, and his legacy will continue to inspire those who knew him and those who come to learn about the extraordinary life he led.
Rest in Janah, Dady. Your love remains with us, always.
(Author hails from K P Bagh Srinagar and can be reached at: [email protected])
