Youm-e-Shuhada
by Aneela Shahzad
In school days, Ali used to do amateur poetry by the pen name ‘Sher’, he wrote a poem once with the theme ‘aik din sher bhi wardi pehney ga’ (one day the Lion, too, will wear a uniform). Right from his childhood, he was very fond of joining the Pakistan Army, and this love followed him to his teen ages. He specially requested his uncle to prepare an army uniform for him, when he was only 12 years old. After his Intermediate exams, he knew that it was time for his dream to come true; but to his dreary, he was rejected in the ISSB test he gave, and this was the time when his family came to know of his strange and strong love for the Army and his stone-hard resolve that he would not forsake his dream of being in the Army till the last possible chance of admission. He resorted to exercise, to make his body stronger and his brains smarter, in order to impress the gate-keepers of the heavens – that the Army was for him, so that they would let him in.
Upon his selection in his second chance, he joined PMA for the 2005-07 session. There, in PMA, he craved for the toughest physical exercise, won races and boxing titles, built upon team-spirit and motivational skills. But none of his acquaintances knew that from his beginnings, he was harboring the love of becoming a part of SSG and active battle in his heart; harboring the love of subliminal virtues in place of the love of matter.
While his family advised him to choose a resting arm of the army, he opted for the fighting one, and joined the 8-NLI, stationed in South Waziristan, at a time when the Army was actively engaged in combat with miscreants embedded along and around the Pak-Afghan border.
The young chap of 22, all mustered up with the courage and fervor for battle, was made Platoon Commander of Koh-Shikan Battalion that was to conduct Operation Al Mezan in the near future. Ali trained and motivated his Jawans to such a level that they were ready to face all situations under their Commander. In the operation, Ali was in the forefront in clearing the area assigned to them in a most dangerous, barren and hilly terrain. Ali and his men faced open fires of heavy-machine-guns, but managed to reach the Kund peak, where again they exchanged heavy fire for an hour, before repelling the miscreants. Ali and his men stayed on that peak for 4 months with scarce water, food or shelter, until the Army was ready to entrench in the position with permanent barracks. Ali was very fond of horse riding, and he found a wild horse in the forest where they were camped. He used to patrol the Kund peak on this wild horse without a saddle; and riding a horse bareback requires skill, balance, and coordination, as the rider does not have any equipment to compensate for errors of balance. Ali used to patrol alone to protect his Jawans and platoon, while they would be resting.
When finally the men came down, Ali was ready to become a full lieutenant, and to his honor, the two men who came to put the badge on his shoulder were General Javed Sultan and Brig. Afzal Cheema; both these men embraced Shahadah in an helicopter crash shortly after, and Ali used to say to his father, “Abbu, both men on my both sides are Shaheed now, maybe someday I will be too.”
Maj Gen Javed Sultan putting badge on Lieutenant Ali’s shoulder.
A citation was forwarded to the Headquarters for Ali to be given the ‘Gallantry Award’. Ali’s mates started calling him ‘Brave Ali’, and 8-NLI moved to Sialkot. Here Ali was detailed to train his Unit Commando Platoon for division level competition, the toughest one in the Army; his platoon won the trophy and he was declared the best officer in 8 Infantry Division. But days of rest were not written for Ali; in the same days the Mumbai Attacks were orchestrated in India, tension escalated and both armies deployed heavily at the borders. Major General Saeed Aleem handpicked Ali to command the unit being readied for ‘Raid’ operation, if need be, but Allah saved us from such a situation.
Between these two events in Sialkot, Ali had arranged for a lunch-party for his Jawans and had invited his family. Passing through the hallway of the lounge, Ali put his hand on his father’s shoulder, showing him with pride all the portraits of the Shaheeds on both the walls, and he said, “Abbu, maybe one day a portrait of your son will be hanging here too.”
When Ali left for Quetta, for YOBI Course, he was called A.L.I. from N.L.I., by mates. Ali was strong-bodied, robust, courageous and motivating, he gained friends and loyals wherever he went. From Quetta he joined his unit in the Siachen Glacier, where he had volunteered to stay in the highest post, the ‘Sher Post’. He stayed for 6 months in below -50 degrees Celsius, amidst avalanches, blizzards and snowfall. When he was back, he used to tell us that the solitude and stillness of the white blanket, is depressive and haunting, and bare survival “was the game we used to play there”. He told us how he and his men came down to bring a mate who had suffered snow-bite, down the steep, slippery track downhill, only to find him unable to survive in the end; the loss of a fellow mate, who had been laughing and eating with you a few days back, is an unbelievable shock! Due to his extended stay at ‘Sher Post’, Ali was so weak that he was hardly able to stand on his own feet due to loss of weight and weakness of his muscles. He weighed only 44 KGs when he came back from Siachen.
On his descent from Siachen, Ali was to embrace his lifelong dream – being selected for the SSG Commando Course; the hardships of Siachen had not weakened his fervor for SSG. For the weak-hearted, SSG would be a dread; but for a lion-heart like Ali, the likes of whom are only carried in blessed wombs, SSG was like embracing the beloved bride. Camping in deserts and forests, swimming against the tides in miles-wide channels, walking a journey 400 miles long on foot, eating the hunt, making the fire, rope-traversing; these were only names he could count out of unbearable endurance these commandos are inflicted with. They also suffered hunger, emergency life-savers for mates who would get injured, tough competition to remain in the top 20 or 30 that would eventually pass the SSG; but they vowed to save and not leave the injured behind, they vowed to find and kill the enemy, in fact they signed on paper the vow to put the soil above their lives.
The day Ali returned to family upon completion of SSG was the wedding day of his brother, his whole body was cramped because of relaxation after 8 months of endurance upon body and soul. After a 10 days break, Ali reported to 5 Commando Battalion, operating in Bajour, FATA. The situation was tough in Bajour in those days; the Army was engaged in brush battle with terror outfits embedded deep inside civilian settlements. Every township, every village, had to be regained, cleared and resorted to the people, with sustained surveillance; every day was a new area, a mission, an operation.
Men do not fight and pursue battle for the mere fun of it, that would be sheer barbarity; men do not trade their lives for mere currency, that would be vicious avarice; men who vow with their lives are men living in a different dimension, they see life stretching beyond matter, they know of worlds not known to men of ordinary material sight. These are the ‘Believers’, who believe in a most Honorable God awaiting them, and they want to reach Him only with honor; they believe in His promise, and will not cease fulfilling theirs. They bear witness (Shahadah) living, and they bear witness (Shahadah) with dying for Him. Faith, the binding with faith-brothers, and the protection of every inch of the soil belonging to the faithful; these are the ingredients that boil their blood, stiffen their muscles and replace fear with fearlessness.
In Bajour Ali had been a part of 3 successful operations before he engaged in this last operation of his life. Whenever news of a new task or operation would be floated, Ali would go to his officers volunteering, and if they would try to refuse him, he would request them to talk to the seniors on his behalf; his officers having developed deep regard for his morale, and upon considering him their most energetic and trusted weapon, tried to pull him back from tasks they considered less fruitful, whereas Ali considered all of them as a prime goal.
Operation Brekhna-II was initiated on 6th May, 2011; the Waqar Force had cleared the heights from Shaikh Baba to Chaitana, and ahead were fortified enemy positions. Strong resistance and heavy fire from high-points had jeopardized the advancement of the ‘Zalzaalians’ of the Waqar Force. Captain Ali volunteered for a stealth night-raid. Ali and his numbered men inflicted 4 casualties upon the miscreants from a seemingly lower position, but in reality, from a higher ground of stealth and resolve, and forced the evil-doers into the Gulono Valley, cutting their route to Afghanistan, their way out and in. On the night between the 8th and 9th, Ali had volunteered for another impossibility – he wanted to recover the body of the Shaheed and his belongings from Point 1771, and he did that; he brought back the remains of a brother who had succeeded into another dimension, and whose remains were to be a vital console for his bereaved, but all this not without putting his own life at risk.
On the night of 22nd-23rd, their mission was to capture Waleded Top. They were moving in stealth, Ali at the forefront; being an officer he had night-vision gadget on, while the Jawan next to him was without it. As they approached the jump-off point, Ali sensed the presence of terrorists on the top of a house, he immediately pushed the Jawan besides him, down to the ground, halted his men and signaled the Battalion HQ for confirmation of layout. Ali has stood in the front with his bold chest open towards the enemy; Ali was protecting his men and his homeland; imagine the valor of a man who stands in battle, putting back family and comforts, pledging to give away his life and luxuries for those of his countrymen. Before confirmation could be sent back, in the split of time, the terrorists opened fire; in the split of time when Ali had pushed his Jawan, signaled to halt and messaged for confirmation, the deadly bullet from the sniper passed his neck, grounding him, to instant martyrdoom.
Ali’s body arrived to us, and there was this very obvious smile on his face, and he seemed to be a groom, perhaps facing a joyous welcome from his heavenly friends; a smile as if he is witnessing the other world right in front of us and the other world is attesting his arrival with acceptance and good tidings. Ali received the funeral he desired, between his comrades, under the Pak Flag, with honor and grace. Ali was awarded ‘Tamgha e Bassalat’.
After Ali, we started getting news of young deaths every day from his colleagues and other sources; his Facebook page, Captain Ali Mehmood Shaheed, keeps updates of all such tragic events and we see handsome young men, giving their lives for the country, in the name of their beloved Allah, every other day. If this is not the highest level of Faith, then what is? Are they not the men of Allah, chosen and embraced? Have they not given their lives for the soil, are they not the real Heroes?
One can sense from all the above account that Ali did not embrace Shahadah by any matter of chance; he looked for it, ran after it and did not give away any chance that came in his way, to fulfill a mission putting the fear of death behind him every time. Every mission was a last chance for him and every time he would return successfully, he would think that Allah has given him one more chance to see his family again, but his real place was in the battle, where he was always the bridegroom and Shahadah the bride he seeked for.
Salute to the mothers who bear such in their wombs, salute to the fathers who suffer in bereavement; salute to the brothers, who have given one from them to the higher purpose; and salute to the soil, who has lovers and guardians like such.
Aneela Shahzad is an editor at PKKH.tv and can be contacted via info@pakistankakhudahafiz.com, and you can also find her at Aneela Shahzad’s Blog.