Tribute - Nadeem Zaigham
Tribute - Sarah Nadeem Zaigham
Tribute - Marium Khawer
Tribute - Wajiha Bilal
Tribute - Ma'am Farida Zaman
Tribute - Uzma Khan
Tribute - Jia Ali
Name: Sehr Nadeem Farrukh
Departed: August 04, 2013
Designation: International Education Consultant
Education Management & Consulting, Writing, Editing & Publishing.
Sehr with her mother Basharat &
- Daughter of Dr. Nadeem Zaigham M.Sc. Ph.D., Managing
Director & Principal Consultant NASTAC Inc. USA & Dr. Basharat Nadeem M.A.
Ph.D., Principal & Director Resource Academia Capital Campus, Islamabad.
- Married to Farrukh Mahboob, Head of
Product Management & Business Strategy, Global eCommerce at Staples Inc. USA.
- Sister of Sarah Nadeem Zaigham,
- Paternal Grand Daughter of Professor Saeed Ahmed, Former Vice
Principal Cadet College Petaro Pakistan.
- Maternal Grand Daughter of Syed Imdad
Hussain Shah Bukhari.
Sehr at her Toronto office
- Executive Director & Consultant -
Futurewise Inc. Canada
- Director & Consultant - NASTAC Inc. USA
- Editor In Chief - 'Intellect' online family magazine, Canada
- Editor In Chief - The Petarian Mag, Pakistan
Sehr at her Islamabad office
- Manager Corporate Relations Center/
Placement Manager - FAST-NUCES
- Public Relations Manager - Allainet
- Career Officer - Bahria University Headquarters Islamabad
- Lecturer - English Department
Islamabad Model College for Girls, F-10/2 Islamabad
- Web Event Management Services' Support Specialist
Software Productivity Strategists Inc. USA
- Lecturer - English Department
Islamabad College for Girls, F-6/2 Islamabad
- Project Team Lead - British Council's Beyond Borders Program
Sehr at University of Toronto
- Bahria College, Karachi
- Islamabad Model College for Girls F-10/2, Islamabad
- Islamabad College for Girls (University of Punjab) F-6/2 Islamabad
- University of Toronto, Canada
ITAC (ICEF Trained International Education Consultant)
- Co Author - Maigh Malhaar, a publication on Classical Music
- Co Author - 99 Names, a publication on 99 Names of Allah
Last Facebook Status:
beyond ideas of wrongdoing and
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense. ____Rumi
Sehr resting in peace at Islamabad
She felt severe pain in the back of her neck on the afternoon of 21st
Ramadan Ul Mubarak 1434 Hijri (July 29, 2013) at her Toronto home. She was
taken to Trillium Health Center, Toronto Canada where she
remained in coma till the 27th of Ramadan Ul Mubarak 1434 Hijri ( August 4,
2013) and departed the same day, to be with HIM the most beneficent, the
most merciful and the master of the day of judgment, whom SHE loved the
most. We are indebted to HIM for blessing HER the opportunity to be with HIM
on the blessed night of Leila Tul Qader.
Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Raji'un
Surely we belong to Allah and to HIM shall we return.
Tribute - Nadeem Zaigham
The Fourth Anniversary of Sehr's
Departure To Be With Rabb ul Alamin.
Sehr My Darling Daughter,
Today it is the fourth anniversary of your departure to be with Rabb ul
Alamin. In these four years, we have suffered, ached, and been stuck and
unsure. We lost faith for a while; everything we had ever relied upon to be
true, just, and safe was called into question. It was gutting; it was awful.
However, I want to tell you on this day that I have also changed since the
day you departed, in positive ways that I never thought possible. Thank you,
God, for bringing those positive changes in my life.
Sehri, two of the most profound life experiences for me were the day when
you came into the world as my daughter and the day you left my world. On the
day you were born, I remember gazing at the miracle in my arms and thinking
life was complete. You came in screeching and howling and we all knew you
were a fighter. Feisty and full of life. You were that way your entire
twenty-seven years, and challenged me at every turn; I admired your
intensity. The day you left this world, you left quickly and quietly, and
the black hole that was created in my life by your absence became a
shrieking and sucking force that came close to pulling the life out of me.
However, Sehr, what I am proud to tell you today is that ultimately, it did
not. That was not going to be your legacy.
When you left, I just had three choices: I could die, I could exist, or I
could live. Choosing to live seemed impossible, yet something inside of me
knew that it was the only true course. It was not easy, Honey. It was the
hardest thing I have ever done. However, it was the only real option in my
life. Moreover, it was the best way I knew to carry you with me and honor
the life you had while you were here.
While I would give anything to have you back, I have found ways to live with
the loss. I have learned to find a new relationship with you as a wisdom
being or an angel. I am reconciled with life and death being just points
along a continuum. You are gone, separate, and yet still nearby. I look to
you for guidance and comfort as often as I look to God. Now that I am open
to it, I see signs of you everywhere. When I sit quietly outside on the
terrace as I am doing now, I know that you are not too far away. Are you
listening to the birds calling to each other over the Margalla Hills? Are
you watching this magnificent morning with me? I feel that you are. This is
comforting. Separate, yet still nearby.
With all the hope, promise, courage and inspiration I have been fortunate to
find these four years, I will continue to move through life and be present
to all of its beauty. I will be there for your sister and your mother. I
will continue to grow and to honor you by fully engaging in life and love. I
am deeply grateful for the gifts that I have received from working through
grief during these four years. But as you also know, Sehri, all that said,
I'll still watch the sun set on August 4th and wish that rather than having
you in my computer that I had my arms around you, stroking your hair,
chatting about your day and planning for tomorrow.
I am grateful that you loved me, and that I loved you. That you loved all of
us, and that for all these years, the gift of your presence, even in
absence, knits us together. That you did your best to protect us, even
though we could not protect you. In addition, wonder of wonders, death not
only cannot kill love, it cannot keep it from growing.
Sehri, our darling...you were with us, you are with us and you will always
remain with us every moment of our life, although we all are young for a
while, you will remain young forever. Thank you for being in our life,
blessings of Allah be upon you, Amen. I won't say goodbye. I'll just say,
until we meet again.
Fee Amaan Illah with all my love.
My Sehr Leaving
Home - a poem on her departure
Daughters are a
source of immeasurable joy for her parents. Long before a daughter is born,
she is deeply loved. Daughters are often a mother's best friend, her ally,
and her most precious treasure. For a father, a daughter is often the apple
of his eye, his princess. It is no surprise then, that a parent's love for a
daughter is so intense and selfless. For this reason, the loss of a daughter
can bring on a range of difficult emotions including numbness, guilt, anger,
emptiness, disbelief and deep sadness.
Death of a daughter doesn’t make you sad–it makes you empty. That’s what’s
so bad about it. All of your charms and beliefs and funny habits fall fast
through a big black hole, and suddenly you know they’re gone because just as
suddenly, there’s nothing at all left inside.
- After receiving the conformed news of Sehr's departure at mid night
(August 4, 2013 - August 5, 2013), I wrote a message to one of her
schoolmate Hira who had been constantly asking about her:
"Hira, now I have no reason to live. I lost half of my life the day
she got married and now I am all dead...."
8/5, 2:43 am
- 'My Sehr Leaving Home' was written after sending this message, at a moment
when I was dead, depressed, disappointed, dejected at the loss of not only
my daughter BUT a close friend, buddy, confidant, personal advisor,
professional advisor, business partner, co worker and a girl friend......and
immediately uploaded the poem on my face book personal page.
- Moments after I uploaded the poem, I received the following message from
the same schoolmate of Sehr that gave me a new life, strength, courage and
energy to bear this loss and face it bravely....I am indebted to this pretty
schoolmate of Sehr, who is also very close to my heart, and will always
remain in my thoughts and prayers..... Thank you for giving me a reason to
a strong man...and above all ur a strong dad. If you’ll loose strength like
this tau hamara kia hoga...
Remember you're a Hero. Seri's Hero..."
8/5, 3:08 am
My Sehr Leaving Home - a poem on her departure
Although she is moving out
She'll never be far away
She'll always live here with me
In my heart each day
It's so very hard to let her go
But I know that I must
I have so much faith in her
And a world of trust
I know she's smart enough
To make it on her own
It's hard to admit
My little girl has finally grown
I hope she knows in her heart
Just how much I care
Because every time she needed me
I always tried to be there
It's never very easy
Watching someone you love leave
I know that I must be strong
But silently I'll grieve
Someone who's been around
Morning, noon and night
No longer having her here
Just will not seem right
But she knows I love her
With all of my heart
And it's that love
That will never let us part
Sehr Our Darling.....you were with us, you are with us and you will
always remain with us every moment of our life, and we all are young for a
while but you will remain young for ever.Thank you for being in our life,
blessings of Allah be upon you, Amen. I won't say goodbye. I'll just say, until we
meet again........ Fee Amaan Illah.
Tribute - Sarah Nadeem Zaigham
My Dearest Sehr!
I have died
everyday waiting for you, darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a
thousand years. You’re an angel dressed in armor; you’re the fair in every
Your my life & my save harbor where the sun sets every-night and if my love
is blind, I don’t want to see the light cause its your beauty that betrays
you, your smile gives you away, cause your made of strength & mercy & my
soul is now yours to keep.
I know this much is true when my world was dark & blue & the only one who
rescued me was you. Every single beat in my heart is now yours to keep. In
the wrong place trying to make it right, but I’m tired of justifying so I
will say to you * come home come home…. I have been waiting for you for so
long so long & right now there’s a war between vanities & all I see is you &
me & the fight for you is all I have ever known*.
So many nights trying to hide inn but now I stay awake just pleading for
more. To think that this heart was divided, I’m loosing sleep because I
can’t ignore. Feeling your touch all around, in peace & hearing your sound.
Silence around us, I’m so glad we found us this way. When you sleep here in
my arms where the world just shuts down for a while & you came to me finding
peace & believe in this life.
Beautiful! I will always have 4 biggest regrets in my whole life till death
takes me away;
- I wish I was there in Toronto with you in the same room where you first
went into coma. I just wished every second to see you how you were & how
well were you doing. I wanted to say loads of things to you before your
departed. I wish I was there with you & I swear on my life you would have
- It was too late to tell you that I graduated in 1st division/ distinction
on your birthday which turned out to be a blissful day & was too excited to
tell you that I got 95/100 in Geography just like you did when you graduated
& were of my age.
- You will now never be able to see me grow up as a young mature woman. I
just wished that you stayed for a little while to see me how I turned out to
be when I came into your present age.
- You will not be at my wedding & would never be able to see my children but
I assure you that my kids will weep & regret to have lost an outstanding
Aunt who would have turned them into rock-stars for sure. If ever in the
future if God blesses me with a daughter I’ll make sure she turns out to be
an exact replica of you so that I never feel your absence at any moment.
No-body in this world can love you more than I do & will always love you
for-ever. I know your in heaven wearing white & your hair tied up into a bun
& your dancing around like you always did & your making people smile & laugh
around with your humor & charismatic smile.
The cruel world tried to separate us & break our strong bond but I assure
you that they can never ever love you as much as I do & like I said that the
fight for you is all I have ever know. I would stick to that goal for ever
till I meet you in eternity.
I am and will always remain your best friend, your soul mate, your partner
& far most you’re proud sister.
Tribute - Marium Khawer
Sehr – A Personality With A Difference
“Dhoondo Ge Agar Mulkon Mulkon
Milne Ke Nahin Nayaab Hain Hum”
“Even if you search from nation to nation. You won’t find me, for I’m an
If there’s anyone who impeccably embodied the essence of this famed Sufi
song it was Sehr Nadeem Zaigham.
Even as an alien spectator who has only monitored her life through numerous
Facebook posts by her doting friends and family after her untimely demise, I
found myself relating to her. She was a stylish yet simple girl, both
antiquated and contemporary in her thinking. She had modern tastes which was
evident in her liking for the popular TV show, F.R.I.E.N.D.S and she was
even connected with culture and traditions through her love for Bulleh Shah.
She was beautiful, and her beauty did not only reflect in her looks but it
was obvious in the way she thought, in her dreams, in her strength, in her
concern for others, in her intellect, in her humor. She carried both sides
of life very well; she managed to be sensible and fun at same time.
Sehr, who completed her higher education from University of Toronto was a
daddy’s girl at heart. She called her father by a unique and adorable name
“AbuDad” and did not leave any aspect of life in which she could not make
her “AbuDad”, Mr. Nadeem Zaigham, proud. Her caring father has all her
records till date so chronically well documented.
Death is always an agonizing journey but some people who are so exceedingly
pure of heart part ways from us sooner than we think. May Allah give her
family strength and the contentment of knowing that their Big Bird has flown
to her real home.
Tribute - Wajiha Bilal
My Best Friend Till The End of Time
YOU LEFT US BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES,
YOUR LOVE IS STILL OUR GUIDE,
AND THOUGH WE CANNOT SEE YOU,
YOU ARE ALWAYS AT OUR SIDE.
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN THIS HEART OF MINE
MY BEST FRIEND TILL THE END OF TIME
Sitting by the window, looking at the trees and watching the clouds quietly
form a blanket to cover the light blue sheet I was thinking about how heavy
the rain would be but my friend while playing with her pen and putting
designs onto the blank sheet asked me if I really thought she was a fairy.
''hmmm, why are you calling yourself a fairy?'' I asked.
"I mean you heard the English teacher right! She said that if we were to
play some part for the play you could be the girl and I would be the fairy
in the story wearing a long dress and delicately...Do you really think that
I look like a fairy? she enquired.
''You are so tall, lean and beautiful of course you will do great as a
fairy'' I told her.
"I think its only my height , she just said that because a tall girl would
do a better job as a fairy.''
I was still looking outside the window and after a pause she asked again,"
why only me? Why did she say a fairy? I think maybe I carry myself like a
princess or a fairy'' she asked again and I assured her "Of course you are a
princess , this morning when you were coming from the gate I thought I saw a
fairy I mean I rubbed my eyes and pinched my arm to check if I wasn't
dreaming but as the fairy came closer it was you, I said Oh its Sehr, Hiii!"
we laughed and then we got busy with planning for the play.
I did not realize that ten years from then I would be assuring myself not
Sehr that she really is a fairy living in the sky. I can never forget Sehr
as she was the only friend I had when I was living all by myself away from
my family in the hostel for my studies. She would always call me her baby
and told me that I never had to miss anything as long as I had her by my
side and she was so right as she was the best company.
We were so busy making everything fun that we had no time to think about
anything else. We would laugh the whole day and celebrate every moment so
much so that when I went to her funeral I couldn't make myself believe that
she had died even that day was a proof that she had actually lived and LIVE
was all we did in our college days. She always put her arm around my neck
and roamed around fighting with anyone who called us 'gulli danda'(because
of our height difference).
She was the sunshine for my life at a time when I really needed a friend and
now her beautiful memories are the bright rays of hope for me. A princess in
body and a fairy in spirit, I pray and wish that the delicate fairy's spirit
has flown to the highest skies and found peace and happiness there. May her
soul rest in peace, Amen.
Tribute - Ma'am Farida Zaman
Sehr - a personality with a difference
Sehr a breath of fresh air, always smiling full of high spirits and truly a
happy go lucky child.
Respectful ,obedient willing and ready worker ,one you could easy depend
upon. Now that I look back she was amazing, full of positivity full of
bright ideas never giving up on any situation and she would always have
solutions. A great mind. A brilliant student, I remember showing her paper
to class as an example of outstanding work.
A soft spoken person, never ever rude to any one never in an argument or
fight. Sehr a fun loving person with amazing fan following ,her friends and
students being her fans. I think the whole world was her friend and now I
was also her friend more than her teacher. And I am going to miss her
friendship and I don't think I ever had a student like her outstanding, co
operative, and as I was her class teacher she was always there to help me with
certain responsibilities of a class teacher. I can go on and on with
personal experiences also but I am to say one thing I'll never forget her
happy smiling face. Her page on face book makes it obvious that she was loved
by so many people.
Sehr you certainly saddened us but consolation is in the
fact that your short life was filled with love and happiness, and you had a
full complete life. Be happy wherever you may be, I am certain entertaining
and pleasing your friends in that world too.
- Uzma Khan
Her Light Glows Within Me
Words cannot begin to convey how devastated I am at the loss of such a
charismatic, loving and beautiful young lady Sehr. I was very impressed with
her drive and integrity. She was full of life and love, and lived with a
spirit of lightness and generosity. I admired her courage and determination
and her infectious laugh. I will always and always remember her smiling face
and kind Hello, as I walked through the halls of Bahria University. Her
light glows within me and my memories now. In her much too short time on
earth, she touched so many hearts. She was an inspiration to all who knew
her. She truly was a gem of a lady. With her love and endearing spirit she
changed the world for so many people. Her legacy will live on in all of us
who were privileged to know her.
I'm sure the loss, sadness and memories will linger with family and friends
whose lives were made joyous with her love of life. She truly was a special
and amazing young girl who will be sadly missed.
May Allah comfort all of you and the other members of your family as you
struggle through the dark days of this terrible loss. Our hearts are broken
as we try to imagine your sadness. Sehr was so lucky to have you for her
family - you gave her a quality of life that she deserved to have and you
gave it generously on a daily basis. We believe that Sehr will always be
with you in spirit and hope that brings you some comfort. May Allah hold all
of you in the palm of His hand.
An Arranged Meeting
I met Seher once, and once was enough to be swept away by her girlish charm.
I remember meeting her one hot summer night in Islamabad. My family and I
had gone to her intimate home to discuss my role in the paper. I was warned
that she was not an average young girl; very intellectual and wise. I
immediately raised my eyebrows and considered myself warned for what I was
about to face.
However, all that worrying was fruitless; she was so benign; the most
memorable thing about her was her warmth. As soon as she saw me she smiled
and her eyes glowed with almost a maternal care; as if she knew she was
about to sway this girl from America under her protective wings. She could
see I was intimidated and a bit nervous to commit to writing. She
immediately deviated from writing all together and we talked about what
normal girls talk about; shopping! Her room looked as if it belonged to any
“American college girl.” It was filled with PINK’s stuff animals and music
posters; it was kind of comforting.
Then, we eased into politics and how life is different for young girls in
Pakistan and America. It was definitely an intellectual conversation; one of
the most thought provoking I’ve ever conversed in, but it was not hostile or
debate-ish at all. We agreed on most things and finally came to a conclusion
that I should write an article once a month at my own pace, no pressure. The
article could be about anything and of any length; it was really the most
comfortable journalist jobs I could get at that time.
We ended on a very happy note and made a unanimous decision over chai. Of
course the dining table was amply filled with all my favorite kinds of
Pakistani delicacies; samosas, mithai, and Gourmet cookies. I left her home
after a filling cup of tea and snacks feeling secure about my decision.
After meeting her once and hearing about her death, I felt extreme regret;
regret because I did not get to spend more time with her or even say
good-bye. I never thought she would just slip away. And it is in moments
like these it is hardest to be thankful to God; to truly believe that
everything happens for a reason.
My condolences to her friends and family who lost a loving daughter, a
sister, and a friend.