How do you capture Ajeed in a few words? You don’t, and I can’t. It’s a bit like trying to capture a moonbeam in a jar. He cast so much light in so many ways, in so many lives. His life-light finally went out, but he has left sparks of light in all of us: his love of mankind in general, his family and friends in particular. He was, in his belief and work, a champion of those who suffer. He appreciated beauty: of a songs , a piece of music, a good meal, a good friends.
In the early years he was my protector. Little did I know then that I was a therapist-in-training. At night I would fall asleep first. Adik would be up reading. I was always a light sleeper. I’d hear him say, “Kak Chik , are you awake?” And I’d say, “Adik, I am now.”
He’d tell me about whatever was upsetting him. I’d get into the problem and before I knew it he’d be asleep and I’d be awake problem-solving. This continued until the end of his life. When he realized what happened he said, “Kak Chik, I did it to you again.” He’d sleep and leave the worry to me. And I did it well.