I'm numb with disbelief as I write this!. I had the pleasure of meeting Imran once. It was in the cafe of the newly built Rich Mix Centre on Bethnal Green Road. A group of us, including Imran were bought together by Author Rabina Khan to advise scriptwriters for an upcoming series of The Bill regarding planned plotlines. I remember speaking to Adam Dirir from Somali Voice and we both commented on Imran's warm character and his infectious spirit. Within the course of two hours I like Adam, had adopted and regarded Imran as an older brother. We exchanged contact details, having no knowledge that this would be our first and last meeting a a giant of a man, a true example of a Muslim and a very special human being. Imran had just returned from the Hajj with his parents. whether you knew Imran your whole life or for a fleeting moment, His death is a great loss and he will be mourned by many. Please join me in praying for Imran. May the Almighty ease the pain of his family and may they find peace with time.
Ameen!
The Past (A poem)
“Forget the past, sleep the day, wake not for the dawn of tomorrow.
Bleed the pen, burn the paper, dry those tears of eternal sorrow.
Blind the eyes, pack full the ears, wipe the traces of that lonely smile.
Imran Saithna - 1978 - 2007
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