I recently had the honour of being a guest speaker (along with the amazing Dr. Nadia Alam) at a fund raising dinner for Friends of Namal, an organization that provides university scholarships for students in Pakistan. The following is an abridged version of my speech.
I want to tell the story of a man who was born in Surat, in the State of Gujarat in India in 1933. He moved to Karachi in 1947 during the Partition, and as a teenager witnessed many of the horrors that occurred during that time. He was academically bright, but his family was poor and there was no way that he could afford a University education. However, in 1951 he became aware of a foreign students scholarship from McGill University, applied, and was successful. Four years later he became the first student in the history of McGill to complete his Chartered Accountant and Registered Industrial Accountant degrees simultaneously.
After that, he went back to Pakistan and worked for a number of years to support his extended family (his parents had died when he was young so he took care of his sisters who had raised him). In 1966, he and his young wife had a baby boy at the Holy Family Hospital in Karachi. Two years later, he went to Africa with his family as there was a better opportunity there. In 1972, when things got bad in Africa, he decided to move to Canada with his wife and son.
The rest of his family thought he was crazy. ”Where is this Canada place?” ”How far away is it anyway?” “Are there even any muslims there?”
And indeed, there was not much of a Muslim community in Toronto at the time. There was the Jami Mosque, one Halal meat shop on Gerrard street, and, well, that was about it. Not like today when, by the blessing of Allah there are mosques and halal restaurants seemingly every few blocks.
As you may have guessed by now, that man was my father. Because he brought me here at a young age, I didn’t really appreciate the significance of such a move. Truth be told, I really didn’t have great study habits. But one day, when I was visiting my Nana Abba (maternal grandfather), he recited a Hadith (a saying of the Prophet Muhammad, PBUH):
“The ink of the scholar is worth more than the blood of a martyr.”
I am aware that some scholars feel the Hadith is weak, but the sentiment is a good one and fits with Islamic principles. I took that message to heart, began studying harder, and was fortunate to have graduated from the University of Toronto Medical School in 1990. My Nana Abba came to my graduation ceremony. After that, he told me clearly that I was blessed to be an educated man, but now I had a responsibility to help others who wanted an education. I had to pay back my blessings by helping other people, no matter from what walk of life they came from.
So, after I finished my residency, I took over a family practice in a small town called Stayner……and my parents thought I was crazy. ”Where is this Stayner place?” “How far away is it anyway?” “Are there even any muslims there?” Funny how that works.
But I have now been there for 31 years, taught many medical students through the excellent Rural Ontario Medical Program, and seen the community grow significantly. Where once the muslim population of the area doubled just by me getting married, there are now 50 or 60 families, three halal restaurants and a Musallah (prayer site – not quite a mosque).
Along the way, I managed to run into Dr. Nadia Alam through some medical politics. She convinced me that I should run for OMA Leadership (I still haven’t forgiven her for that by the way). Eventually this lead to me being the President of the Ontario Medical Association (I was the second Pakistani born president in its history, Dr. Alam was the first). This gave me the opportunity to meet many health care leaders, and politicians, and achieve things I never thought possible.
When I look back on this, I ask myself “How did this happen?” To my mind, there are two reasons. First and foremost it is because it is a blessing from Allah. Nothing happens without His will and whatever I have achieved is a result of His kindness.
The second reason of course, is because somebody gave a deserving young Pakistani student a scholarship in 1951, to let him get an education that he otherwise could not have afforded. This then, is the power of education and this then is why it is incumbent upon every muslim to get an education. Another Hadith:
“Seeking knowledge is an obligation upon every Muslim.”
Note the wording. It’s not a request. It’s not a suggestion. It’s an obligation, a command if you will, that every Muslim MUST seek an education. Every Muslim. The Prophet PBUH did not believe there were “types of muslims” and did not distinguish between gender for eductation. Therefore, it’s also an obligation for those of us who can, to HELP other muslims get an education.
We’ve seen what can happen when just one deserving student gets an education he could not otherwise have afforded. Imagine what can happen if five students do. Or ten. One hundred. More. Education is the key to making a better society and a better future for any country. I encourage those of you who are able to visit the Friends of Namal website, and contribute generously.
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