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Dr. Ajmal Niazi Sahib also passed away. A reliable reference of journalism, a unique voice of poetry. "Mihrab in the temple" (his travelogue) was made.

Dr. Ajmal Niazi Sahib also passed away. A reliable reference of journalism, a unique voice of poetry. "Mihrab in the temple" (his travelogue) was made. I became interested in writing columns. One of the columns that attracted my attention, in the beginning, was "Niyaziyaan". Nawa-e-Waqt was writing 'My poetry collection' Loh-e-Adrak 'was going through the stages of publication. 

There were elections of the Arbab Zauq constituency in Aiwan-e-Iqbal. He received the draft and said, "Come home one day. I will read and write the draft. A week later, I met him at his residence in Wahdat Colony. He had already written the flap of the book before I left." He was caught and started refreshing his memories about Mandi Bahauddin. He remained silent for a while and said, "I don't remember much, I just have some vague memories." There was a rented house in such and such an area. A small canal or canal is used to pass by the house. 

He stayed there for about one and a half to two years. It is a very beautiful and lush area. He shook his head and said a few more things. I asked permission to leave and he said, "When the collection is hidden, you must send it to me." I promised and left. He came to drop me off at the door and said goodbye with utmost love and affection and even insisted on coming. When the book was published, he also copied poems from my book in three different columns. Called and corrected in the next column.

In 2014, Rakim held the first Urdu conference in Mandi Bahauddin. He invited Niazi Sahib. He was very supportive. Two days before the conference, I contacted him and said, "Bhai has undergone a right eye operation. I am here, I can record my video message for you, I am unable to arrive. I am happy with his reply. There will be a meeting in the program. After some time, the poetry collection of Wajiha Sani (well-known anchor) was launched in Lahore. 

I apologized again for not participating. He said, "Let me come this time myself." Niazi was a very kind man to the little ones. I used to meet friends at parties and gossip a lot. I remember that whenever I was at your house, I would sit for at least an hour. I never saw any signs of boredom on my face. Idols are sometimes surprising because most of our elders do not come out of their lifelong assumption that they are adults and thus take great care to be "adults" even in greetings to juniors. This is the reason. That is, such "big ones" become "small" prematurely.

In November 2019, there was the Iqbal Conference of Bahria University Islamabad. After the conference, Major Azam Kamal and I went to the office of Kamal Academy of Literature. Dr. Inam-ul-Haq Javed was the chairman at that time. I mentioned that rumors are circulating on social media that the government is not supporting them. Dr. Inam-ul-Haq Javed said that we have sent relief checks for these two personalities. 

The government fully supports such writers and intellectuals. We are happy that it happened. We did not know how many checks were sent. It was good to hear. Niazi Sahib had come to bed in the last few days. They would take it and come back after finding out about their well-being. Maybe half a friend would help them financially but this cannot be said with certainty. I personally think that if the writers get in this situation, at least their friends of the tribe should help. 

This is the right of us, which should be paid. I didn't want to bother them for long. I just sat for ten to fifteen minutes and came back. And close your eyes. I understood his answer. I took permission, kissed him on the forehead, and came back without taking a selfie.

Today, when I heard the news of Niazi's death, my heart sank. I was a lively and transparent man. If I had written, I would have written without fear of danger. When I meet him, it is as if I love him more than myself. In the last ten years, I have listened to Niazi Sahib in dozens of events, benefited from his scholarly and literary discourse, and benefited from his company. 

Such people would have been born in centuries. There are those whose inside and outside are as clear as a mirror. Believe me, Niazi Sahib was not a hypocrite. He was like the inner man. I was not convinced to keep him wrapped. I was very junior to him. If I ever met him, I would give him such love and respect as if I had known him for centuries. I used to meditate for the sake of gifts. I remembered from the gift that once Raqeem and Mohammad Zaigham Maghira came to the meeting. 

They brought special biscuits from Mianwali. Friends, while I am writing this column, dozens of incidents and things are running through my mind, but there is a fear of the length of the column in the view. May Mullah accept the pen role he played in the transformation of society. (Amen)