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Reflection: Burying The Oldest And The youngest

[quote style=”4″ author=”Negarit“]At 90, Ustaz Oaman was the oldest; at 10, Hanan was the youngest. They both died a few days apart.[/quote]

Ustaz Osman died at his home in San Francisco and was buried on August 30, 2014; Hannan died at the San Francisco Children’s Hospital and was buried on September 9, 2014. We lost the oldest and the youngest persons in a span of nine days.

Hannan was laid two tombs away from Ustaz Osman’s.

This edition started as a tribute to Ustaz Osman; with the death of Hannan it became a trigger for reflection on deeper matters.

Whenever someone dies, shockingly and faithfully we murmur, “We belong to God and unto Him we return.” Easy to say. It is an internalized affirmation of faith, that someday, every soul is bound to leave. The news of death shock us, we feel sad, we grieve, we solemnly walk behind the coffin of loved ones, we pray and finally intern the remains in a dark grave. Then we head back to different directions. Life must go on! We forget quickly, until death visits again, and snatches yet another person. We repeat the ritual.

How often do we think about death? How often do we think of a specific person dying? Most of the time we tend to forget that death is sudden, and it comes without a warning!

We cannot live forever, and the biblical longevity doesn’t happen anymore. One can cling to life and wish to live as long as Methuselah lived, but we know it will just be a wish that cannot be realized.

Saleh Johar with Ustaz Osman Ali Bekhit

When people get older, we know they are nearing the end, but that doesn’t mean younger persons might not leave before them. In fact many old people get sick, and we think they are living their last days, then we are surprised when we see them live for many years after we last wrote them off. As always, life and death remains a mystery whose timing no human being can fully understand.

That is exactly what happened in the San Francisco Bay Area.

By tradition, Muslims are more traumatized thinking about the remains of a person staying in a morgue freezer for longer than a day, than the actual death. Though a few people question the authenticity of the religious dictum, “Ikram al Mayet Defnihi [the dead is honored by a quick burial]”, it’s an accepted norm, and we rush to perform the ritual of washing the dead, then shrouding them in a nine-meter white cloth, and we immediately bury them.

Back home, there was no need for morgues, or IDs, or paperwork and processes to bury the dead—everyone knows everyone else, and most of the time people die among their own and they are buried on the same day if they don’t die after sunset. In the Diaspora, however, it is a different story—though some people have become experts in the paperwork processes to get the needed licenses to bury the dead quickly. Indeed, the service of the few who have been at the forefront doing such tasks is invaluable and everyone recognizes their services and dedication.

12 years ago, San Francisco Bay Area Muslims, like anyone else across the Diaspora, began to fear their dead will be dishonored for lack of burial place, which requires the availability of immediate funds. That is why they began setting up community associations that cater to such specific needs. Under the patronage of the late Ustaz Osman, the Muslim Community of Northern California was formed, and buying a dozen burial lots in Livermore, California, was the first thing it did. That is where most of our dead are buried.

At that time, most of the members being young, resettled refugees, they never thought that the 12 lots will be filled in a relatively short period. Filled they were, and the community has been buying lots in batches of a dozen since then. At this moment, the last batch of 20 lots the community bought are almost filled and the administrators are planning to buy another batch.

The sad incident of Ustaz Osman’s death showed signs in advance, particularly when he couldn’t attend a gathering organized on his honor a few months ago. But Hannan! The lovely child Hannan? No one expected her to leave at a very young age. And though she had suffered for two years at the San Francisco Children’s Hospital, where she spent her time writing poems between medications, operations, and painful suffering, we all expected her to survive it. She didn’t. That little angel was snatched by the arbitrary death: ina liAllah w’inna illeihi rajioun.

The beautiful smiling girl you see in the picture suffered immensely and nothing could save her.

Compared to Ustaz Osman, one would safely assume that she had eighty years left to live; she died eighty years prematurely. That was a tragedy that shook many of us.

Am Osman, the teacher who taught generations, the always smiling man, the father figure who made everybody feel they were living with their fathers, never missed an occasion: a wedding, a funeral, or a social meeting! That was until about a year ago when he fell ill, weakened, and he couldn’t meet the dozens of his socially adopted children who equally adopted him as a father. A few months ago, due to illness, he couldn’t attend a party that was organized to recognize his role. His daughter represented him, but everyone was sad Ustaz Osman couldn’t attend. Yet, we felt that he will live much longer, even if he was ninety. How much of Ustaz Osman is enough anyway?

I had a special relations with him: my mother grew up in a house that was separated by a fence wall from the Ali Bekhit home and she considered him her elder brother, just like his younger sister Khedija who grew up with my mother, and whom I consider an aunt. As a child, Ustaz Osman learned from my great-grandfather. In his words, Ustaz Osman told me, “every evening I used to listen to Khelifa AbdAllah recite the Quraan, and I repeat the verses after him.”

Growing up, I didn’t see much of Ustaz Osman, he had been all over the place teaching in different towns: Adi-Khwala, Asseb, Dessie and other places. He had lived in San Francisco for thirty years, a city where he bonded with every neighbor and dedicated his life to serving at the library until recently when he stopped due to the deterioration of his health.

The soft-spoken and kind Ustaz Osman was a pioneer, a member of the Mahber Shewate, Haraka, a reason why he was banished from his town, Keren, and assigned to different places away from his birthplace. He was my reference—anything I needed to know about the times before I was born, he was there to explain to me calmly and clearly. On Friday September 1, 2014, I lost Ustaz Osman, I lost a shelf full of reference books from my living library. And the death of Hannan added to the loss.

I watched Hannan grow up since the first few weeks after she was born. I knew her parents from the time I settled in the USA—in San Jose, California. They are sociable, likable. Her father Negash is respectful and dependable person, willing to serve. We became friends. Hannan was eight when she was diagnosed with cancer and admitted to a hospital where her suffering began and continued for over two years. The whole community prayed for her, every family worried and talked about her continuously. Children adorned their wrists with the plastic bracelets Hannan made on her hospital bed. It was during this time that we were taken aback by the bravery of her brother, Faris!

Faris is a living example of loyalty and bravery that needs to be emulated. About a year ago, Hannan needed a bone marrow transplant, and Faris, her elder brother, was there to donate what his little sister needed. His too young age didn’t deter him from volunteering to an operation that even adults would cringe thinking about. He was not scared, but consciously offered himself for his sister, though he was just roughly four years older than her. His courage moved everyone in the community. Incidentally, Faris means “Brave”, and Faris’ bravery is something that all who knew him admired. No doubt he made his parents and his compatriots proud.

But despite all of that, Hannan followed Ustaz Osman though we all hoped she will be through with the long suffering, particularly for a child her age. God had another plan for her. He claimed her soul. And we ended up in the graveyard to intern Hannan, the child we all miss. We laid her four lots away from Ustaz Osman’s.

In fact this was the first time that I couldn’t control my tears. The whole event was surreal, Faris and his father standing there with grace, so strong, so patient, so accepting. Such is how reality should be faced. Even when the heart is bleeding, the face should stay graceful.

I cannot end this without repeating my admiration for the steel quality faith of her parents, and her brother. If the patience of Prophet Job was granted to anyone, it must have landed on this family. The way they dealt with the tragedy is graceful, full of faith and exemplary moral courage—can you imagine a father consoling others over the death of his own child? That is the peace of mind that an unshakable faith can offer.

Below I have included links to two Youtube videos showcasing Hannan’s poetry that she wrote laying on her hospital bed.

May God protect Hannan’s siblings and her parents, and may He grant them more patience.
May He give the community strength to cope with the double tragedy!
May He bless us all with the opportunity to see our birth place before we move on.

Clip 1. Year Of The Horse. Written and directed by Hannan. Produced by Baykids Studios.
Clip 2. My Cat. By Hannan, recited by another person. Produced by Baykids Studios.

About Saleh "Gadi" Johar

Born and raised in Keren, Eritrea, now a US citizen residing in California, Mr. Saleh “Gadi” Johar is founder and publisher of Author of Miriam was Here, Of Kings and Bandits, and Simply Echoes. Saleh is acclaimed for his wealth of experience and knowledge in the history and politics of the Horn of Africa. A prominent public speaker and a researcher specializing on the Horn of Africa, he has given many distinguished lectures and participated in numerous seminars and conferences around the world. Activism was founded by Saleh “Gadi” Johar and is administered by the Awate Team and a group of volunteers who serve as the website’s advisory committee. The mission of is to provide Eritreans and friends of Eritrea with information that is hidden by the Eritrean regime and its surrogates; to provide a platform for information dissemination and opinion sharing; to inspire Eritreans, to embolden them into taking action, and finally, to lay the groundwork for reconciliation whose pillars are the truth. Miriam Was Here This book that was launched on August 16, 2013, is based on true stories; in writing it, Saleh has interviewed dozens of victims and eye-witnesses of Human trafficking, Eritrea, human rights, forced labor.and researched hundreds of pages of materials. The novel describes the ordeal of a nation, its youth, women and parents. It focuses on violation of human rights of the citizens and a country whose youth have become victims of slave labor, human trafficking, hostage taking, and human organ harvesting--all a result of bad governance. The main character of the story is Miriam, a young Eritrean woman; her father Zerom Bahta Hadgembes, a veteran of the struggle who resides in America and her childhood friend Senay who wanted to marry her but ended up being conscripted. Kings and Bandits Saleh “Gadi” Johar tells a powerful story that is never told: that many "child warriors" to whom we are asked to offer sympathies befitting helpless victims and hostages are actually premature adults who have made a conscious decision to stand up against brutality and oppression, and actually deserve our admiration. And that many of those whom we instinctively feel sympathetic towards, like the Ethiopian king Emperor Haile Sellassie, were actually world-class tyrants whose transgressions would normally be cases in the World Court. Simply Echoes A collection of romantic, political observations and travel poems; a reflection of the euphoric years that followed Eritrean Independence in 1991.

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  • Tesfa

    Rest in peace

    Hannan hopes and dreams shall live on

    I really don’t understand how such young kids died like this as if they never went to a doctor or live in undeveloped society.

    I know myself personally such pain over loss of a child the same age and name as Hanan. In her life, this child very out going and helpful, but unfortunately she passed away just like Hannan a few years ago.

    I know pain that Hanan’s siblings and family have will never go away. It is impossible to accept or believe that such a loss of human life has happened. However, focus on rebuilding her memory and have strength to live your lives with dignity, hope, and peace.

    May God give you straight as family during the difficult times ahead.

  • Mahmud Saleh

    Ustaz Saleh, the family and the community;
    ان لله وان اليه راجعون
    My condolence goes to the families and the community. It’s particularly painful when you see, hear or read the death of beautiful children. Also thanks to the author who reminds us of the fragile aspects of life and the expressions of humanity at large.

    • Kokhob Selam

      Mahmud Hawey,

      in this wonderful reminding article there we see what heroism is, what the source should be and how it works – all from here bother Fars. read my Poem in Jebena dated 17/09/2014 – I want you to read as you and me had the same talk on the past. you will love it.
      እዚ እዩ ትርጉም ጀግንነት :-
      ዝውለድ ካብ ሩህሩነት :-
      ካብ ልቢ ቦቅቧቕነት :-
      ካብ ነብሰይ ንፍቁራት :-

  • Tesfabirhan WR

    Dear Awatistas;

    On 18/09

    It is hard to pass simply without mentioning September 18 in the new Eritrean history. It will be remembered as a day in which injustice prevailed since then in Eritrea by the totalitarian regime of Asmara. The most shameful act is to see on the same week a PFDJ directed Eritrean Women’s Association to conduct a North Korean kind of Electing leadership, a voting system that is conducted by old Marxist countries, where the people has no SAY but a closed indoor posting dctate the fate of every Eritrean life.

    G-15, the journalists and thousands political prisoners who either died or are languishing in the Not-known-to-public prison centers need justice and this justice can not come through silence. Let’s be voice of the voiceless. Thank you Habtom Yohannes for doing your part, in fact you super-passed what one can do through the only existing means of social medias.

    Equally I share the feeling of those families who lost their beloved ones and I send my heart full condolence. The history of Hannan touched my all feelings and as I father, I took as mine and cried deeply. May God keep them in peace.


  • khaled Abdu

    Inna Lillahi wa Inna ilaihi Rajioon. May god give the entire family strength through this difficult time.

  • said

    ( Inna Lillahi wa Inna ilaihi
    Rajioon, ) (we belong to Allah and to Him we should return) it was with deep
    sorrow to read about promising young person death and great teacher in services of common good
    of his people passed way, to Allah what
    He gave, to Allah what He took, and may Allah Taala grant them both Janat
    Alfirdous,Amen, May Allah strengthen everyone in the families to bear the loss.

  • Amanuel Hidrat

    My condolence to the families and may they rest in peace both Ustaz Osman and Hannan.

  • Kim Hanna

    My condolences to the family and friends of Ustuz Osman. A true gentleman’s gentleman.
    It was heart breaking to read about the precious short life of Hannan.
    May god give the parents, Faris, the entire family and their many dear friends, strength and grace through this difficult time.

  • ghezaehagos

    Condolences to both families and thanks Haw Saleh for sharing this touching story.

  • sara

    indeed very sad news , may they rest in peace..and allah give them mercy.

  • ahmed saleh

    I have nothing to say but thank you to brother Saleh.

  • senay

    Dear SJG,

    Thank you for sharing with us the sad news. My heart felt condolences to the family and friends.The loss of an elderly mentor and an aspiring young child are double taxing to any soul. I wish tears could wash away the pain.

    The true measure of ones strength in the face of adversity is their reaction when tested. I admire the father’s strength during such tragic loss. We say comforting words to express support and to share their grief, but words don’t ease the pain, only time heal all wounds. May God give the family the strength to endure the pain.


  • sholla

    ene lilALLAHI we ena eleyhi rajiooon, may ALLAH grant them his mercy, and bless the family with more sobr and eman, inshaa’ ALLAH,,, amin!!!

  • aklilu zere

    May God, the almighty creator, give the souls of the innocent child and the venerable elder eternal peace and rest. My deepest condolences to the parents and siblings of Hannan and to the family and friends of Uztaz Osman.

    I would also take this opportunity to thank brother Gadi for sharing the news.

    God bless and Awatistas. Never let your spirits and heads down. Walk upright; talk upright and feel upright. the enemy is decaying and the air is full with odor of corruption.

    You might not see it vividly; you might be confused due to time; you might be angry because you are a living witness to incessant and “non ending” barbarity but victory is withing your grasp. Never give up! To surrender now shall be the highest and unforgivable crime equal to the crimes of Nsu.

  • Mohammed Ahmed

    Nothing more heartbreaking than the passing of a loved one and even more so when that loved one is a child. May Allah bless both families with the faith and strengh to cope with their losses. My condolences to Kamal, samira and the rest of the family. Also my condolences to young Faris and the rest of the Negash family.

    الله ىرحمهم وىحسن اليهم جمىعاً

  • Yemane Johar

    My condolence to the families and the community at large. My their soul rest in peace.

  • ZULA

    inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon, very touching and emotional article.

    • Jemal Mousa

      Allah yerhamom