Radiant
and serene in death as she was in life
News of her passing came all too suddenly. It was too painful to
grasp. Thursday, January 22, dawned as a normal day for our grandmother
Saidath Umma Jamaldeen. She had completed 80 years.
As
dusk settled, she had said her prayers and walked across next door
to her second daughter's house, where she had her dinner as usual
and returned home. But a few minutes later, a sudden pain hit her
and she passed away peacefully, whilst the members of her family
attended on her amidst shock and prayers.
It
is truly significant that she passed away on the first day of the
month of Zul Haj, which is an important day in the Islamic calendar.
Radiant and serene she was in death, as she was in life.
After all, she had led a noble life, and duly fulfilled her tasks
in this world.
Our
grandmother was a great personality. Our grandfather had passed
away years before, leaving her with the task of bringing up ten
young children - two boys and eight girls - which she dutifully
and beautifully carried out. She was a cultured mother and as a
result of her devotion, her children and grandchildren are doing
extremely well today, in their chosen fields.
She
stood for a united family and would often emphasize the importance
of being together. This was no easy task, in a family with members
actively committed to divergent political activities. It is here
that Rajumma excelled by cultivating a balanced relationship amongst
all.
Our
grandmother greatly valued demure conduct and would urge us to stay
away from gossip and back-biting. She had a quiet dignity. Though
soft-spoken, there was an inner strength, which came to light when
needed most. She realized the importance of education and would
constantly encourage us to pursue our studies with vigour.
In
her hometown of Kahawatte, she would always help the less privileged,
not just in monetary terms but also with kind words. The month of
Ramazan was always an excuse for her to give to the poor. She strove
to be of help to everyone, and her presence was always uplifting
for she never hurt others.
She
lived a complete and happy life, and had nothing to regret. She
loved people and people loved her because of her pure and gentle
heart. We, who learned much from the life she led - less by words
and more by example - sadly miss her.
Her
death has left a gaping void in our hearts. She was the pillar that
kept all of us happily united. Her moments with us were memorable
and enduring, joyful and uplifting. May Allah grant her entry to
the beautiful gardens of Jennathul Firdouse.
Ayesha
Zuhair
Driving
force behind revolutionary history is no more
Al Richardson
Alex Stuart Richardson, historian, teacher and activist; born December
20, 1941; died November 22, 2003. Driven by curiosity about the
origins and doctrinal differences of Trotskyist groups, the classical
scholar and school-teacher Al Richardson, who has died aged 61,
began, in the 1970s, to explore their past. Working with Sam Bornstein,
a veteran of prewar Trotskyism, he travelled Britain on the cheap
during his holidays, ransacking archives, unearthing and interviewing
survivors.
Two
books grew from their research, Against The Stream and War And The
International (both 1986), chronicles of British Trotskyism from
1924 to 1950. They received sparse recognition from labour historians
and only gradual appreciation on the left.
In
1988, Richardson was the catalyst in establishing the journal Revolutionary
History, which is perhaps better known in France, Argentina and
Sri Lanka than in Britain. He remained its driving force, editing
issues on revolutionary movements in Europe, Asia and Latin America
and stimulating work on neglected topics, from the writings of Alfred
Rosmer to mutinies in the British armed forces.
Richardson
was born and brought up in a religious, mining family in Barnsley.
A scholarship boy, absorbed in Latin and Greek, passionate about
ancient Egypt, he took a first in theology at Hull University in
1962, became a lecturer at Exeter University and began a doctoral
thesis on Gnosticism. After a flirtation with the Communist Party,
he passed from religion to revolution by reading Isaac Deutscher's
three-volume biography of Leon Trotsky.
After
resigning his lectureship, Richardson became a history teacher in
London, where he gravitated from Gerry Healy's Socialist Labour
League to the International Marxist Group (I.M.G.). Also active
in the Institute of Workers' Control and the Vietnam Solidarity
Campaign, his radicalization was sealed after he hitch-hiked to
Paris and took part in the events of May 1968.
The
IMG's concentration on building "red bases in the universities"
clashed with Richardson's belief in work within the trade unions
and the Labour Party. Expelled at the end of the 1960s, he co-founded
the Chartist Group, which worked through the following decade to
revolutionize the Labour left.
At
Forest Hill School, south London, where he worked for 30 years,
Richardson was an indefatigable union activist and a charismatic
teacher, earning the respect of colleagues and the devotion of pupils.
He had little time for pedagogic fashion, seeing education in traditional
terms, as demanding discipline and commitment. He was a regular
visitor to Egypt, an avid collector of books on its antiquities
and a pillar of the Egypt Exploration Society. He taught himself
Geez, the liturgical language of the Coptic church, and specialized
in translations of Rameside inscriptions, many of which were published
by Liverpool University. He combined this with the creation of perhaps
the most complete archive of Trotskyism in Britain and, in 2002,
brought out, with Francis Boutle, Trotsky And The Origins Of Trotskyism.
A
dedicated drinking man and organizer of the Karl Marx Memorial Pub
Crawls, he was a hammer of Stalinism and political correctness,
increasingly embracing the persona of the blunt Yorkshire man. He
defended fox-hunting - citing Engels - complained about computers
and dreamed of tablets of stone. Under a forbidding exterior he
was a kind man, a loyal friend and a patient, painstaking teacher.
He is survived by his two children, Eric and Charlotte.
John
Mcllroy
Guardian - January 24, 2004
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