As I stood amidst the mourners, offering Namaz-e-janaza of Dr. Syed ur Rehman today, memories engulfed my mind. While we patiently waited for his body to reach the Jenazahgah, memories of his kindness, dedication, and compassionate care resurfaced, bringing both solace and tears to my eyes.
Dr. Syed ur Rehman breathed his last on Saturday morning in a hospital in New Delhi after losing the brave fight he fought against the disease. He was 62.
The Doctor was humble and friendly demeanor creating an instant connection with every patient who crossed his path. I personally have the first-hand account and hence the witness to his compassion. One particular incident stands out that is etched in my memories.
I vividly recall a Ramadan evening during my school days, when I was most likely in 6th grade (late 90’s), and my father suddenly fainted at Iftar time. In our small town of Bandipora, Dr. Syed ur Rehman was the only doctor available, residing in a rented accommodation near Panzoo Medical Hall-a famous medical store in the town.
There were no phones and no men around to get a doctor. I rushed to his rented accommodation- a few meters away from our home, tears streaming down my face, seeking his help. Despite the nearing time to break his fast, he selflessly came barefooted to our house. Yes he couldn’t find any footwear in a hurry and he left barefooted. He ran with me for about 300 meters upto our home and swiftly attended to my father.
He knew my father but had no knowledge of my identity as his son when I reached out to him in desperate need. It was only upon his arrival at my home that he came to know about my identity.

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