This picture of the Honourable ill fated Prince Adnan Aurangzeb, who died in a road accident on 30th May 2022 on way back to Islamabad after delivering lecture at the Hazara University, with my son Azeem Khan Effendi then aged 13, and student of cadet college Abdal was taken at the Public School Sangota Swat, our common Alma Mater that his beloved grandfather Miangul Jehanzeb founded and his beloved mother Begum Naseem Aurangzeb served.
I will cherish the letter and his signature on my proposal requesting him to become the patron of the Almuni that I founded of our Almuni the committed he kept to his last breath. Nobility have respect but no wealth and Prince Adnan Aurangzeb was one of them but still he always contributed from his own pocket both for the welfare of the Alma Mater and its old students whenever any occasion arose..
I will never forget his kindness to me and the society around that made him a misfit in the art of politics that constitutes heartless deception. To quote a few personal anecdotes. Once when the school that we studied in Swat was formally reopened on 15 March 2015 that tears welled up in his eyes, in memory of his late mother, and her selfless services for the cause of education. Again tears welled up in his eyes when we were at the Chai Khana in Islamabad. I turned around to see what happened and found a family sitting and eating behind with their young maid servant sitting at a distance, baby sitting their child. To which Late Prince Adnan sadly reacted ” when they can’t treat her humanly why is she brought in public”. Once on a condolence visit at the residence of of Bacha Lala at village Qambar, we crossed our paths and he was concerned about me not to return the same day back to Islamabad and instead stay with him at his Palace at Saidu.
Lastly during the last Ashra of Ramadan, went to pay my respects to Prince Akbar Zeb and Princess Fakhri our school senior and he encountered me at the entrance and while hugging remarked” I am his patron “, and truly he was a patron not only to me his family but the people who knew him. No words are enough to heal the deep wounds of his separation and sweetness of his affectionate memories that will not only survive with us as a family continue as far as the grandchildren of my young son he is holding close so affectionately . Legacies of true nobalities never die especially those having not only done noble deeds and good to others but felt pain of the them too . Rest in Peace.
