I first met Faisal Manzoor in 1975. I was one year senior to him in high school and then in Medical School (where he was one of my students when preparing for physiology and pharmacology exams). I have been in touch ever since and the last time I met him was in August 2013.
When we graduated from medical school, most of us moved to England and the US to “improve ourselves” or some such shit. In those days, one did not leave Pakistan because one was Shia or even liberal (though some other minorities had already got the memo, starting with Sikhs and Hindus in 1947). That started later. Still, a lot of people left or were encouraged to leave by parents and elders who were surprisingly pessimistic about the future of the great nation they had created and whose “real” half they continued to rule. But not Faisal. Faisal moved back to his small hometown and built a modern hospital there. It grew and prospered and provided round the clock service in a dozen different specialties. And it was right on Sher Shah Suri’s Grand Trunk road, so every friend going towards Peshawar or Abbotabad or points North (where the ISI in its infinite wisdom liked to locate their training camps for Jihad and other needs) would stop by Faisal’s hospital and get infinite hospitality at any time of the day or night.
When an earthquake struck Northern Pakistan, Faisal loaded up a truckload of blankets, tents, food and medicines and headed North. He camped out there, distributing help to all and sundry. Some of them, unfortunately, were already members of the great Pakistan Islamic Purification initiative, but of course at that time we still did not know where that purification would head next.
Well, as we all know now, it headed for the Shias. Or maybe it was already heading that way, but we didnt really see it till years later because every cancer needs time to grow…. And Faisal and his family were Shia. In fact, they supported the local Imambargah. They were not just Shia, they were prominent Shias. They were also prominent philanthropists, prominent doctors, prominent helpers of those in need, prominent hosts of distant cousins of friends of friends..and prominent friends of all and sundry. But being prominent Shia was what got them targeted…..and all the other prominences did not help one bit when the motorbike boys came looking for targets.
2 months ago, Faisal’s older cousin (a doctor at his hospital and the deputy director of the local polio campaign) was shot dead while coming out of the hospital. He was shot dead on main GT road. At 8 pm or so. Nobody was caught. Pakistan moved on. Shit happens. What can one do? it is the will of Allah. Or at least the will of Allah’s little helpers in Pakistan.
We asked Faisal if he was thinking of “getting out”. In fact, some of us specifically advised him to get out. He said where would I go and what would I do? my life and my work are all here. My family is here. My friends are here. My patients are here. My home is here. How can I leave? I will get some guards. This or that friend who is a senior police officer or a senior civil servant or a senior army officer has promised that this time, the culprits will be found.
But they found him first.
He was shot dead at 8-20 pm, leaving his hospital for home. He was shot at the same spot where they shot Babar. He had not proven hard to find.
Another light has gone out in Pakistan. The darkness is descending faster than we thought.
Tomorrow the Attock branch of the Pakistan Medical Association will pass a condolence resolution and maybe they will also conduct a token strike. The chief minister may “order the police to apprehend the culprits” (we all know they never move without orders). Sometimes, these things can get noticed, even by a busy man life Shahbaz Sharif. And surely the blessed army will promise to relentlessly defend the ideological frontiers of Pakistan. While you sleep in peace, ISI is awake (as recent expensively printed posters have told us all). Indeed.
But unfortunately we also know that the culprits will be back. If arrested, they will be freed. If convicted, they may escape. Shit happens.
This is murder number three in the last 15 months, just in our close circle .
Dr Ali Haider, Eye surgeon, only son of the legendary Professor Zafar Haider and Professor Tahira Bokhari. Shot dead along with his son in Lahore.
Dr Babar Ali, Faisal’s cousin, an exemplary gentle soul who literally had no enemies. Shot dead in Hasanabdal 2 months ago.
Dr Faisal Manzoor, shot dead today.
Its getting closer. Strategic depth has come home to roost.
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13 thoughts on “The Martyrdom of Dr Faisal Manzoor”
My sincere condolences, Omar.
Thank you Omar for a well written piece. There are just so many memories of 'hata' as we liked to call him in these last 39 years……..too many to even focus on one at this time. They all seem to get blurry, from the day we both joined CCH on April 20, 1975 to the last time I exchanged greetings with him…..RIP bro.
Knew Babar's father Nazar Sahib who used to run a motor workshop in Hasan Abdal. Wonderful man. Babar was a very good and kind man as was poor Faisal. I used to send him poor patients from Wah and he was always helpful always accommodating. RIP both these fine human beings. Please accept my condolences, Omar.
We hear of these murders every day, but your article has somehow made one feel closer to the chilling truth. One of a minority community myself, I have always vowed never to leave my beloved homeland, but now I wonder……
A year or so ago Faisal wrote to me that he had a photograph of myself with Sadequain dating the year 1980 or so. I knew Faisal's father whose house we Cadets would visit in 1964-69 days. I am deeply saddened by your death brother Faisal Manzoor. Justice would be done. I promise you that.
When soldiers fall in battle, and yes high time we accepted we are in one, there is no pause for grieving, no luxury of mourning. We push back the tears, stiffen our shoulders and press on, knowing it will be our turn next. The alternative, to run away and leave the field for the enemy is not an acceptable option. So till the state decides to act, or we can force it to, we will be but fodder for the cannons. And shit will continue to happen.
Dr. Faisal Manzoor was personally known to me since long. When I was Secretary General of Abdalians Association in year 1999 to 2001 he worked with me as member of the Board of Trustees of the Abdalians Association.
He was very sober, kind hearted and useful for the people of Hasan Abdal and nearby areas. It is indeed a great loss to all of our Abdalians. He was an asset to our Institution. A month back, his real cousin Dr. Babar was also assassinated. I attended the Namaz e Janaza of Babar Shaheed and consoled Dr. Faisal for about two-three hours as he was very upset on the death of Babar Shaheed. That was my last meeting with him.
I have lost a good friend and this is but life. May Allah rest his soul in peace. Ameen.
Being an Abdalian myself, without having the opportunity to have actually met him, Mr. Faisal Manzoor was an Abdalian icon for me. The big-heartedness that he displayed to all Abdalians is a sign of the kind of a man he was. Kind, caring and extremely generous. The fortress of Islam that we have become is a disgusting and dispiriting reflection of us. This country and society is in a terminal decline and its good men are bidding adieu sooner than they should. Rest in peace Mr. Faisal Manzoor. May your family remain safe and be blessed with the courage to bear this irreparable loss.
I attended his funeral today,dr babar ali son is close friend of ours and is pursuing dentistry,it hurts to see him go through all this pain,to lose people dear to you in such a short interval breaks you up.i just hope he gets the courage to stand against all the injustice,
Faisal was my batch mate, and didn't know him, but from a distance; but his death has just struck me somehow, that I can not get past this moment of cold murder.
I think, we should all go back to our communities, ethnicities, tribes, factions and fight the extremist elements. As I look back at my own personal recollection, it all starts from an ethnic smirk, remark, slight and then gathers speed to murder or genocide, specially in our lands; time is running out on our beloved land Pakistan, if we don't take bull by the horn.
I have never seen a person like Dr Fasial Shaheed. he was full of life, colors, energy, a rare commodity born after centuries. he is the true description of Allama Iqbal's verse, " Hazroon saal nargis apni batnoori pay roati hay, bari mushkil say hota hay chaman mein deedawar paida". He will be remain part of our lives, till our death. We are not mentally disturbed but our soul is injured, no one can console us. I pray that Allah may rest his soul in eternal peace and give his immediate family unfathomable happiness and comforts of life that never bestowed to anyone
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