Everything I remember about: Airblue Flight 202; July 28, 2010; Wednesday.

I remember last year, I was sitting on the 3^rd floor of my office building when suddenly I saw this news of a plane crashing near Islamabad. They said it was Flight 202 – Air blue that crashed into the Margala Hills.

I panicked. I somehow felt you were in there, I knew you had to travel to Islamabad that morning. I started dialing your number, tears flowing down from my eyes and I shouted to Z and S to come up. I was still calling your number insanely, trying to get through. I, off course, couldn’t. Z ran downstairs to talk to Afaq. He came up running, whispered something in S’s ear. And they both looked at me as if they were about to break the worst news my ears would hear. They told me you were on the flight and the fuckin’ news channel said, “there are no survivors.” They kept saying it again and again and again. I wanted to scream and shout, instead, I felt all my energy leaving my body and before I could realize, I couldn’t even move.

I could not get your face out of my sight. The way you used to come and say “hiiiiraaaaaaaaaa amjaaaaaddd, kaiseeee hain ap?” It would automatically make my day. And how when you used to come and we would spend all the time talking about useless crap bunking the training session we both had to attend.  I remember you telling me, how you wish to be the richest man on the earth.

I was still dialing your number. My tears could not stop themselves from coming out of my eyes. I was crying as if the world has come to an end and there’s nothing more I have to live for. I was sitting on the floor, crying. Z sitting beside me, I could see tears rolling down from his eyes aswell. I asked him to dial your number. And he did. He told me he could hear the tone. I knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better, but, what in the world could make me feel better that day? I asked him to call the airport and inquire if there were survivors. I wanted all this to be a nightmare that I could wake up to. But you were gone. Forever. And there was nothing that could bring you back.

I could not attend the funeral, I chose not to. I remember at townhall meeting, when you were awarded the “BEST SALES PERSON OF THE YEAR” and I could not see you up at that stage taking that trophy, I broke down, terribly. I could hear people sniff. You were loved by millions of people. You were special to everyone. You’ve touched my life. And other thousands of lives.

After one year, we’re all here, expect you. I’ve missed you very much. The only reason you were taken away from us is because this world did not deserve such pure hearted soul that you were. You deserved much, much higher place in Heaven. And I’m sure you’ve been given that. I know you look down on us smiling. 

R.I.P Hassan Javed Khan.

We miss you.