With Agha Ashraf Ali one of the greatest joys was having tea with a sensational conversation. Apart from the aromatic daffodils and unique variety of roses which compelled him to utter, “how lovely” , there would always be a book by his side, or an article that would entice him. Sharing it with friends or students would thrill him, and when a discourse started on the same it would delight him beyond words. His expressions did all the talking. To me he was not like any other cousin of my father. Even though I called him Ashraf Chacha, in him I found a great friend, mentor, philosopher-guide and a mystic in his own world.
He was someone who introduced me to Socrates, Marx and Ali Shariati when I was still in school. He was someone who made me fall in love with reading. He compelled me to question, to doubt, and to think, when I was still an idiot-figuratively speaking. He groomed me and nurtured me and would always try to bring out the best in me. Even my smallest of triumphs reflected the joy of being victorious on his beautiful face which had always a glow of that noble mien. Perhaps, that is how a real teacher feels on his pupil’s success.
To quote Al Ghazali in his own words,
“A person who does not doubt, cannot think,
A person who cannot think cannot see,
A person who cannot see will always remain blind” !
Agha Ashraf Ali had the right guidance for different kinds of people who visited him. His instructions would fit perfectly, and as he said, “You go home as a worse man or a better man”. Perhaps his grace, unrivalled hospitality and his Joie de vivre was so contagious that it made people his fans who made it sure that their first visit to his place was never their last one. He had an amazing sense of humour; which also reflected the wisdom of a sage. He loved to talk about the silly jokes of the family just as he never shied away from talking about the tragedies in the family without any hesitation showing how fearless he was throughout his life. On one occasion when I, as a young boy, asked him to tell me about the glorious days of our ancestors in Kashmir, he held me in contempt, so strong that I looked him in the eye with contrition as he kept narrating the sad tale of how his paternal grandparents deprived their orphan nephew (my paternal grandfather) of all his ancestral estates and properties, treating him inconsiderately. He would then quote Prophet Mohammad (PBUH)
“Among the greater sins is to usurp the property of an orphan who has not attained maturity” and then he continued quoting Al Ghazali , “this all family name is something that should never bother us, names are just to find you if you are lost, your own name is something that you make yourself, that is how people should know you”. I was devastated and thrilled at the same time !
Don’t be a usurper he would tell me, and then he would quote Jesus (PBUH) whose captivating painting hung on his drawing room wall,
“Sell all that you have, and give it to the poor and follow me”
He wouldn’t stop there, he could quote on every pedagogy from different scriptures, now he quotes from the Upanishads,