Unruffled,
he forged ahead on his political journey
M.H.M. Ashraff
September 16, 2000 was a fateful day for all of us.
Regrettably, more so for me, because I not only lost my leader and
mentor Muhammed Hussain Muhammed Ashraff but also my classmate A.M.
Nihmathullah and my nephew S.M. Rafiudeen along with 12 others under
mysterious circumstances. They died in an air crash when they were
bound for Addalaichennai, my adopted township.
I
was with Mr. Ashraff on September 15, the day before at his residence
getting ready to launch the National Unity Alliance manifesto at
the first National Convention of the NUA to be held in Ampara on
September 23. Mr. Nihmathullah and Mr. Rafiudeen came all the way
from Maruthamunai, my home town to see Mr. Ashraff at his Colombo
residence on the Minister's invitation. They were to fly back home
with him. Fate decreed otherwise.
Mr.
Ashraff never feared death. A true Muslim, he was always prepared
to face death while taking protective precautions. He had requested
his relatives to bury him as soon as possible after his death without
shedding tears but to carry forward the march, which he pioneered
to save the people from political division.
I
worked with him for 15 years, both professionally and politically.
However, I cannot forget the last few days I was with him organizing
the NUA for the 2000 parliamentary general election.
The
speed at which he worked tirelessly seemed as if he was getting
ready for a pilgrimage to Mecca. Had he some premonition? Mr. Ashraff
had escaped three attempts on his life but would not have expected
death under such mysterious circumstances. We hope and pray that
Allah will one day unearth the mystery behind our late leader's
sudden demise.
The
role of the Sri Lanka Muslim Congress during his short tenure and
the contributions he made to national politics are unforgettable.
He was considered a statesman rather than a mere politician.
When
Mr. Ashraff formed the SLMC at Kattankudi in 1980 he was not taken
seriously by the Colombo elite and those who mattered. When he declared
the SLMC as a political party in 1986 in Colombo, those very people
thought that he was committing political suicide.
Two
years later the SLMC was recognised by the Commissioner of Elections
and soon after contested the first Provincial Council elections
outside the Northern and Eastern Provinces, securing three seats.
Then political analysts took him seriously while critics opined
that the SLMC should be confined to the Eastern Province. Mr. Ashraff,
however, was unruffled and forged ahead, never looking back.
The
SLMC won 17 seats in the Northern and Eastern Provincial Council
election and became the main opposition party. The 1989 general
election gave four seats to the SLMC for the first time with both
the SLMC and Mr. Ashraff, making history. He proved that the SLMC
was a deciding factor in electing the executive President in 1988.
Although the SLMC had the opportunity to join the UNP government,
the late leader opted to sit in the opposition in the 9th Parliament.
In
the 1994 general election with 9 SLMC MPs, he helped the People's
Alliance government to come to power after 17 years of UNP rule.
Mr. Ashraff had a vision and the ability and courage to lead the
SLMC into mainstream politics. With the formation of the NUA in
1998 he was hoping for a democracy wi
thout
opposition. He did not want the people to be divided into the two
camps 'ruling' and 'opposition'. It is against this backdrop that
the NUA contested the October general elections with the People's
Alliance and secured 11 seats in the 11th Parliament. Mr. Asraff
wanted to distance himself from communal politics and forge national
unity. That is why he transferred the SLMC's tree symbol to the
NUA and declared in an interview with The Sunday Times (September
17, 2000) that he bid farewell to the SLMC. Nevertheless, the SLMC
leadership failed to follow in his footsteps.
The
SLMC under his leadership was dependable and trustworthy and considered
a powerful political force. Now the SLMC is in disarray due to a
leadership struggle and erosion of discipline. May Allah bless our
late leader with Jennathul Firdouz.
M.M.
Abdul Kalam
With
tranquil mind, she vanquished strife
Pearl Wijetunge De Silva
No lustre lost
through gleam of four score years,
The meaning of being precious firmly known,
Glowed soft the silent spark in smiles, in tears,
The inner worth of substance justly shown.
Her
conscience reigned supreme throughout her life;
The noble Buddhist scriptures from the start
Showed how a tranquil mind could vanquish strife;
With acts of charity revived her heart.
Compliance
was with her an act of love
In harmony with life's still sanctity;
Joined by a host of voices from above
She raised the chant of pure fidelity.
Rajah
Wijetunge
She
still stands by me in spirit
Lily Motha
On her seventh death anniversary
I have golden memories of a happy wedding day,
When I stood beside a radiant bride -
who graciously consented to be seated by my side,
So as to appear equal in height to me, of taller stature!
We
had our 'ups and downs' in life – our moments of joy and sorrow.
But always lived in hope of a better 'tomorrow'.
She stood by me through 'thick and thin'
As pure and sincere without, as she was within!
Full six and forty years, we had just completed.
When
death struck her down, and left me devastated!
I have spent the past seven years in sadness, without my loving
wife,
who I know, still stands by me, 'in spirit' as she did in her life.
Philip
She
gave solace and comfort to many
Sybil Kanagasunderam
August has come and gone, yet one cannot forget that
on August 9, it was Sybil's first death anniversary. Her sister,
Saro, organized a memorial cottage meeting at Sybil's residence
at Ward Place.
Life
is, in a sense, memories and remembrances. It was good to remember
Sybil in the manner we did. Her daughter, Prithiva and grandson
too were present.
Sybil
was a rare human being. Her personality was such that she drew people
to her. She was also a person who had the courage and the conviction
to call a spade a spade. Her home was 'open house' to many a weary
soul. It was a nest of solace and comfort, for Sybil had a good
listening ear.
We thank God for every remembrance of Sybil.
Sydney Knight
Stephen
Peries’s 40th death anniversary was in July 2004
Creating and building from
nothing, his forte
Stephen Peries
Lots of people write instructive little books about
how to be successful, widen the circle of your friends, or just
simply get on in life by combining the two in balanced proportions.
Many
of the writers, probably have never heard of Stephen Peries, who
surely gave them the idea in the first place, because to start a
business life on probation for a quarter of a year at nothing a
month at the age of 16 and to pass the 42 year old line, still going
strong as the managing director of Diesel Motors & Engineering
calls for all these things rubbed in with a personal capacity for
hard work amounting to genius.
Steve...
I've known him a long time, and he has achieved the fame of being
'Just Steve' to a countless host of friends... is the nearest thing
you ever saw to a human dynamo.
No-one
appears ever to have seen him resting or sleeping. No one appears
to have found him short of time to discuss or solve a genuine problem
of mutual interest. He is the living exponent of the doctrine that
impossible is a word found only in the dictionary of a fool; but
standing beside him yesterday, inspecting his new two storey showroom
which would not disgrace London's Regent Street, I found it hard
to believe that, firstly, I was looking at the place of waste swampland
I saw two years ago, and secondly, that, true-to-type, Steve had
built it without any outside contract aid at all punching down piles
over 139 feet before he could even get going.
Out
of nothing
Kicking off in life... after three months gratis approval mark you...
at around twelve fifty a month, it was during the war years that
Steve saw and took his chance of using his unique talent for creating
something out of practically nothing.
The
services wanted machine supplies which didn't exist in Ceylon. Motor
parts which were unobtainable. Spares which were out of stock. In
a little backyard off Prince of Wales Avenue, Steve just made them.
With his old Sinhalese fitter baas and similar associates, plus
a few odd hand tools, they made cylinder head gaskets which thousands
of pounds worth of specialized machines elsewhere in the world could
not supply to Ceylon.
I
find that in that last paragraph I've really written the story of
Stephen Peries. The capacity to make something, create something,
build something, which no one else could tackle - and do it a hundred
times better.
But above even that, he could make friends, sincere and honest friends,
the sincere and honest way. To that, modestly, he attributes his
achievements. You may feel with me that making friends is not too
difficult if you try, in a world which is hungry for friendship,
but Steve has also mastered the art of keeping them. In a successful
business that is not always too easy.
The
boss
Today, with his departmental executives perched high in luxury overlooking
every square inch of his workshop undertakings, you have to search
to find the little office room tucked away in a corner which is
Steve's.
But the odds are you won't find Steve in it when you get there.
He'll be some place where the work is being done, with his sleeves
raised up, still, as the Boss doing his humble share of it, and
getting his hands dirty as well.
His
success story starts from the bottom up, and he's never forgotten
the secret he learned the hard way. Incidentally, in case it helps
you I've just remembered a remarkable thing about Stephen Peries.
From all the people one meets all over the place who seem to know
him somehow, I've never heard an ill word. No detractors from his
achievements. Maybe he's got something there?
Capt.
E.B. Murrell (Reproduced from the Ceylon Observer of March 28, 1954)
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