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My life motivators

Moving from right to left, my ex-wife’s sister, my x-wife, my eldest daughter Aisha, Ayana love of my life, my youngest daughter Sarah on her wedding day in Jersey UK, George her husband (Atheist purest English), Martin (Christian, Sierra Leone & Irish decent), Me a believer.

Early life.

Born in Africa Nairobi, middle class family of 11, 3 brothers, 6 sisters, my mum and dad me being the youngest.

Always loved and spoilt…

But never ever I felt proud…

Having trouble in Africa with black movement my parents felt vulnerable with 6 young daughters, to save grace my father left a good job and moved to Pakistan, Rawalpindi.

Where I did secondary education, after matriculation I visited England to see my father who worked here and stayed since and always in Birmingham.

Background.

My father was humble man who worked very, very hard all his life to support all 10 of us and even at the age of 75 he was still working. A great man…

He was not from a privileged family a very simple courteous man non presumptuous sort of person, who never thought of being proud….

All I know of his family is that he had a father called Peer buksh who was a farmer during partition of India and Pakistan he was slaughter in front of him by Sikhs…

And somehow, he ended up in Africa…

On the other hand, my Mum was a woman from a very famous family. I remember my mum telling me once that my great, great, great grandfather had the only bicycle shop in the whole of India and Queen Victoria paid visit to his shop back in 19th century.

The Royal connection does not stop there, my mum’s uncle was the president of Pakistan Zia ul Haq. Yes, my mum is from Haq family and indeed my middle name most do not know is Ul Haq, which also is my proof of messenger ship in the Quran, my birth name Ijaz Ul Haq is Arabic while my surname Chaudry which everyone sees is not Arabic which means it cant be part of the Quran.

As you know all prophets and messengers before me carried their fathers name, but this is a new generation where women are on the rise that is why I believe I am carrying my mum’s surname forward rather than my fathers….

My mum was an extraordinary lady, she got married at 16 years of age since then she became a breeding machine, and you know the rest 9 children until my mum’s brother qualified as a doctor and put a stop to it after me…

Those where the old times large families were norm no one had heard about contraceptives etc.

We leap forward to Pakistan and my mums handywork.  

My brothers and my father had left Pakistan to work in England. I was 10 years of age when I became my mums right hand man…

I became responsible for so many things which adults do, that is early learning of life for me…

For example, I used to bring 1000’s of rupees hidden in my pocket from the bank. The bank being situated in the most notorious area of Rawalpindi where people were afraid to venture in without carrying any money…

Pakistan has little or no respect for human beings even less for women, it is indeed a very tough country to live in especially for a lone woman like my mum with 6 beautiful young women.

But we survived, not only that my mum found 6 husbands on her own where money counts which we had none, and we even had no car…

All my sisters married very handsome hardworking successful men, and all travelled all over the world. My sister two up from me she married a doctor, her 3 sons are doctors they all have mansions and farriers and all mod cons, and they are still very young…

It all progressed from my mum’s effort to find the right partner…

Another powerful great woman…

On the other hand, my brothers were shame for our family, my second to eldest brother was a womanizer and drunk, he chased money, but he never got it, he died in anguish with not a penny to rub together. He ruined his English wife’s life she now begs for men’s attention by offering drink… His daughter and son’s life are badly damaged they saw what their father did so they followed his way and it is not good.

There was another woman in his life, she was clever she left him when his two boys were young, one is a doctor looks exactly like my brother and the other Solicitor…

Another brave and wise lady.

For the first wife I think some ladies don’t have strength to fight and I think she was one of them it is heart breaking…

My older brother made money, but he also worshiped money… He also drank and died of pancreatic cancer before he could see success of his children, but at least his children have done well his daughter is a surgeon in Liverpool hospital and his son is a biochemist. And he has left good money for his widow I would give him full marks for that.

My mum was always unhappy with my brothers they did never respect her the way she hoped for, my mums hope for me was to be bright and wonderful for the world, I am or not I don’t know but I am trying…

in eighties my sister and her husband a military general moved temporarily to UK as a Pakistan embassy attaché and they had to associate with Royal Family in their role, they indeed shook hands with princess Diana…

My mum never ever mentioned all this to anyone to deserve respect of any kind… But she obtained respect from her non presumptuous manner.

The president of Pakistan was my uncle by the name of Zia Ul Haq.

We lived in a very modest area in Pakistan, and yet Zia ul Haq before he became president visited us, and I remember, once president’s wife visited us when indeed he was a president…

I think this might have been in the back of my mind because throughout my working life I never considered myself as an important or a proud person.

My Adult life.

Rosina and I had arranged marriage. I remember her family came over to settle engagement with me in this luxurious Penta house in the top nosh area of London called Knights Bridge next door to Harrods. Which indeed was my sister’s temporary accommodation at that time as her husband being attaché for Pakistan embassy.

I still remember we are walking out after the arrangement was made for the engagement party. her parents were walking behind us, and she held my hand and walked on with me. Of course, she got dress down in front of my family and me by her mum and of course she knew that she would… Yet she did what she thought was right and it is right… At that precise moment I knew that this was the lady with valour and throughout my married life I was not once proven wrong….

She was the first lady in my life and the first one who shared a kiss with me, and you must have guessed by now that we did that even before we got engaged, that is how she was a top-notch lady…

I could not believe that I was worthy of such a beautiful, intelligent, and brave lady….

To day I stand for the courage of women and give every reason to them to stand up to what they think is right….

From the luxury apartment of knight’s bridge to a one-bedroom rented flat on the top floor with neighbour playing this awful booming black music which gets right into one’s nerves and soul and mouse ridden flat…

And I was struggling to get a job, as a soldier she stood beside with me, she worked to support me, and I finished my computer qualifications…

Then I rose to the challenge I worked my butt off for her and did everything I could do to make her happy.  She had very little education because her parents were strict traditional Muslims who did not sent her to school because she was growing up to be a young lady, instead she was looking after her two young sisters’ who were lot younger than her mere toddlers and helping run the corner shop…

Yet until the very last moments just before we got divorced, she was totally devoted to her mum…

Rosina was hard when she had to put a point across, yet she had a complete clean heart never had grudge against anyone…

Sometimes when we argued like most couples do, I used to sit sulking feeling guilty abused or whatever, for days while she was a happy like a puppy after few minutes that is how I know she never meant really what she said….

Indeed, she was a great lady I only have fond thoughts for her she is a true believer…

So recapping on what I did for her in my little way; she was crazy about travelling we visited Florida 5 times she loved Disney World despite the fact I absolutely hate travelling in particular to America I found American’s bit harsh and I feel vulnerable when I am there.

She learnt to drive, we bought two houses together and by than I was a successful software engineer earning top nosh salary.

She wanted to stay at home until children went to secondary school, so we did that, I use to work in Worcester southwest of Birmingham about 35 miles away and I used to travel by train.

I used to leave home at 4 am, iron my shirt, make my sandwich have my breakfast take a bus to New street Station while everyone slept. That is me I feel burdened when someone does something for me for my sake only. If other people are involved, I feel much better. Since it was me going out to work, I left her sleep. It was hard because I use to come home 7:30 pm because of the travelling times, while my beautiful young daughters and misses waited… But I was young then and I could do that more easily. I continued working in Worcester for full 9 years…

Thinking back to what I had to do for those 9 years and many more years after that was a very small gesture compared to her sacrifice to be with me… She could have left me when we were living in a dump one room flat…

I remember she use to scream from the noise of a very small sound of the scratch from the feet of mouse, the music used to make her crazy mad…

With God’s Grace it was not long before I got a job and both of us moved to a beautiful semidetached two bedroom house…

She was happy over there….

She also graduated as Tourism and Business management graduate, she wanted to travel the world… I am afraid that never happened I felt unsafe for her, and I think she knew that so that was never brought up, although I did let her work in the Airport for few months. She used to drive to Birmingham airport in the middle of the night and return early in the morning and that used to be the time for me to go to work…

I am afraid after divorce she wanted some support of her family, so she has moved back to South where she has bought a flat… I decided to stay in Birmingham to spread the message of God alone… I do have a great wealth in the bank, but it is all for my Islamic work and its continuation after I die.

We have been divorced for just over 4 years.  For the previous 4 years I never thought of asking a lady to my flat in respect to Rosina, because I understood her position living in a traditional constraint environment where women are not treated the same way as men to say the least. I knew she cannot ever have another partner and if I do, she would be hurt so I stayed well away from any relationship.

But recently she completely broke up all contact with me, I know why she did that and I think you also must have guessed why. She broke up with me to give me opportunity to live and enjoy the beauty of women like she knew I did, and not be afraid of hurting her.

I learnt a lot from her, and gave very little…

You can tell women are strong force in my life…

Today I am meeting a lovely lady called Charlotte, I have invited her to my flat, but I am still waiting. Charlotte, I know you will read this, and you can be sure that even though the world knowns about you only I know your identity and rest assured you are completely safe in that respect…

At present.

Both my daughters graduated, elder did IT & Business management at the University of Birmingham my youngest did History at Leads University. They were given all the freedom any young person wants without any reservations. We trusted God to be their guide and He was. And, none of them turned out to be bad people. They found their own husbands. Aisha the elder wanted to have kids she gave up a very powerful executive job with BP stationed at Canary Warf London earning whopping 40K to have children hence my granddaughter Ayana…

My younger daughter Sarah she is business minded and works as a policy maker at Westminster she has frequent visits to 10 Downing Street and Houses of Parliament.

Both my daughters are humble as a pie that is what I cherish about them not what status they might carry… And I thank God for that blessing…

I have retired, I serve community and people and God… I help poor destitute men and women at grass root level. At the other end I fight injustices at government level. I achieved success against NHS which is government-based health service the largest in UK and managed to win fight to change conflict resolution instructions for the harassment cases at work. Previously it was mere messaging service where managers sent message to HR to decide who is the victim and who is not. To me it made more sense if the department where the harassment took place should be involved at that first stage. Because these managers know more about their staff than HR.  I was pleased to hear that HR took my idea and has applied to NHS… I perceived all scenarios and described how to deal with each…

I am once again fighting an even greater war this time around with 3 parties which are a GP surgery (general practitioner or a doctor), NHS the governing body who employs that doctors, and Quality Control Commission who should be an independent organisation looking over NHS, GP practices in case they do something wrong…

All 3 parties are at cahoots with each other because of this severe embarrassment this revelation will cause them…

I just want this practice to stop, but I think it is fear game they think I will expose them and they are not coming clean with it…

Because this is a mega, mega big error which has been carried on since the break of dawn… I know the secret and I am on the case. Why?

Because of the involvement of the most vulnerable people of our society who are unable to protect themselves these are the mentally ill people…

Since I retired in November 2021, I am at verge of starting two businesses, one with a man who was abuse as a child had a very rough time in his life. We are starting Autistic art printed t-shirts business which will also provide dividend to the autistic artist…

I am providing all financial, technical, and business requirement to start the business, he will be the operational director and I a mere managing director. So, the idea is that when the business takes off he will be doing all operational work, I will monitor, look after cash flow, business needs legal requirements etc. It all seems great I enjoy his company and he does mine he is a mere kid 64 years old, and I am 66 years old he thinks he can work 20 years or more… That means I have no worries, I can put my feet up….

The other business on the cards is procurement with handicraft work, basically I will taut tenants for a large estate agent and do maintenance of the flats. This business has already taken off, I have already two maintenance jobs completed….

Fears.

I don’t fear death, although I fear horrible lingering long death, I pray to God to take me when I am walking and talking. Basically, I don’t like to live for long…

My family understand my wishes of being cremated, without they being there. I feel the dead body is a horrible, horrible sight, no matter if it is your closest of the closest it does not bring any emotions at all for me. When my mother died, I saw her face the only effect I had was fear of her ghost coming over to haunt me for days…

When human dies it loses all humanity with it and all that beauty of being alive. I want my children to remember me when I was alive and not look at me when I am dead…

And they agreed to do just that I am registered with Pure Cremation they will take my body wherever I die cremate me and spread my ashes at there crematorium and inform Sarah my daughter…

They can come to terms of my death in their own way in their own time. Emotions are strange things which manifest in different ways for different people. I see my mum and dad as achievers and successful I do not feel sad or want for them to be alive today they did a good job they need their rest now.

Likes,

Food all sorts especially the sweet variety, tea, and coffee

Like people watching

Talking to people and learning from them

Public speaking

Motivating those who could do better and give them self-belief

Winning hearts rather than minds

I play mind games and use politics where need be but only for a good cause

Exercise try and eat healthily

I love Music I think that is life of the Soul

I like movies mostly romantic or slushy and I cry with it

And my younger daughter is like me she bursts out crying just watching a movie

 Dislikes,

Pretentious people

Show-offs, although I like to feel attractive to opposite sex and I dress up for special occasions, but I don’t consider that to be show off. I would consider spending 50,000 pounds to pay for a car when I can travel free on my pensioners bus pass as a show-off.

However, I do watch show-off shows on TV and learn a lot from it, Cheshire Housewife’s, Girls of Essex or whatever it is called.

Last thing I need to do.

I want some one to look after my website and my books after I die.  There is no one now to do that.

Since it is women’s world and my messenger ship name embedded in the Quran is from my mother, so it is only prudent and wise that this enormous task to look after my life’s work and to propagate and progress the message of worship of God alone is carried by a lady and preferably a young lady who has many years to live.

A most powerful incentive other than love of God is money a cool 90K will go to that lady who takes over this massive endeavour…

God is my life, and this world is just a passing station…