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JS IT Centre is established in fond memory of (Late) Professor Jamshed Siddiqui (24 April 1968-19 April 2021), one of the major donors and supporters of the MSUS.
He fought a five years battle with Polycythemia Vera, a rare myeloproliferative neoplasm in his bone marrow. While meeting every step of his treatment in exemplary spirits of patience and forbearance, he suffered a massive brain hemorrhage on the evening of Friday Ramzaan 3, 1442 AH. He was declared dead three days later and was laid to rest in the University Graveyard.
Late Prof. Siddiqui, came to the Aligarh Muslim University from his hometown Deoria, in UP as an undergrad student in 1986. He remained a boarder at the Viqarul Mulk HAll and completed his Masters in Computer Application in 1991. After a brief stint at the NICNET Delhi, he began his career as a Systems Programmer at the Computer Centre, AMU.
Later he was appointed as lecturer in 1992 at the Dept. of Computer Science where he went on to become Associate Professor, Professor and Chairman. During his teaching career of three decades he held several positions in the UNiversity, including warden of Halls of Residence, Proctor, Dean Students Welfare, Officer on Special Duty (Development) and several other honorary charges.
He was also an active leader of the teaching community at AMU and represented them in various democratic bodies such as elected members in the Executive Council, Academic Council, AMU Court; Secretary and Executive Member AMUTA etc. He also taught at the Ibra Technical Industrial College, Sultanate of Oman for three years and had performed Hajj at the age of 32 besides performing two Umrahs later on.
In his private life he was given to ardent devotion to establishing prayer, and regularly making charity purely for the good pleasure of the Almighty. Amongst his circle of friends and acquaintances he is fondly remembered as a generous, helping and kind hearted person with a profound nature. His refined demeanour and graceful presence is greatly missed at the AMU Staff Club in social events, games and daily banters.
He is survived by his family members, who in his memory found the Professor Jamshed Siddiqui IT Centre for Community Development, at the MSUS, in the Sultan Jahan Coaching Centre, Shamshad Market, Aligarh. May the Almighty accept it as a Sadqa-e-Jariah for him and register his name along with the blessed records of the righteous in the illiyeen.
Bayaan Tasees
Ebadat's obituary to Papa
The narrative of a life – every one’s life is interwoven with loves and losses. One in the weft and other in the warp. My father, whom we have gathered to remember today, was a source of much love for me. But now my father, whose unexpected demise we have gathered to mourn today, is the source of a loss feel with a pang. I mean, to lose a father for a sixteen-year-old girl, and that took a father like Professor Jamshed Siddiqui. A grief I had never prepared myself for. Not even through the four years of his life shortening disease. Because no matter what, he never failed to be my rock.To be the axiomatic mover of our family.To be the benign aid to friends and acquaintances alike.
PAPA, this four-letter word was my magic talisman for all situations – genuine or mischievous? That my well-kept secret and Papa never had a doubt about its veracity. He saw my view point. Always.Whether somebody else did or not. Against come what may. Papa was on my side. And the goods and joys of the world were in the package.
When mamma confiscated my phone to limit my screen time. When my brother lifted me up and dangled my feet down the first-floor balustrade because I had rummaged through his neatly arranged drawers, or when I was left alone in school because the driver did not pick me up and my heart sank seeing my schoolmates leave as the day sped to sunset. Papa was my arbitrator, my rescuer, my hero. Invincible.In no small measures.
His loss has created a void never to be filled again in my life. I know my unconditional protector, provider and patron is gone. Gone forever.Gone too soon.Never to be back.
But from God we come and to God we go, and He decides when.
The force of this grief would have consumed me. My heart would have exploded every night. And I would have lost all purpose in life. Only if it was not for the patience and fortitude bestowed by the Almighty Allah.Inna Allaha ma as saaberin. On the other side of the pain and trauma of losing him, we could bow down our heads to the will of Allah. And we transformed our grief into acts of worship. Calibrated the negative in our Universe with the nobility of ameliorating the plight of the underprivileged.Hence this Centre. If he is sees us from up there, it must be a source of joy to him. It calms me and soothes my injured soul to be behind a source of joy for him. Post all that I had from him. It’s my turn. Now.
I am bereft of the physical presence of the one who brought me in this world and gave me my identity. Yet I can’t help but count my blessings. I would take this opportunity to express my sincere gratitude for my family members. Together in sorrow.Together in joys.Trying to make lives better for each other.My nanu and nani, chachu and chachi, khala and khalu, bhai and mamma. Last but not the least from the bottom of my heart and on behalf of my family members I must thank everyone present here.
You prayed for papa when he was sick. Reached out to us when we were inconsolable after he took his last breath. And you are here today commemorating him through the JS IT Centre at MSUS. When our life becomes data, in the ephemera of this world, the flesh and blood part goes to dust. The noble deeds, paradisiacal actions and investing in the service of good remain as sadqa-e-jariyah. May this afterglow of papa never die on earth.May Allah accept and increase his ranks amongst the dwellers of paradise.
