The girl and the phone

Okay, here is the video. As you can probably guess, she loves to talk.

Well, apparently the video had stopped working. It should be working now.

Anniversary

Hakeem,

Today, one year has completed, since you departed from us. We still miss you like you left yesterday.

Love,
Mom, Dad, Ibrahim, Yusuf, and Jasmine

Hope to see you in Heaven

Jazzy Heba Pictures

Here are some of Jazz's latest pictures. Hope you will enjoy these.

Jasmine

Today is a special day. Today I am an older brother for the third time. Hakeem is an older brother for the second time.Yusuf is an older brother for the first time. Dad is a dad for the fourth time. Mom is a mom for the fourth time, and Grandma now has her tenth grandchild. Jasmine Heba Quraishi was born today. March ninth, at 5:39 a.m. At six pounds she is beautiful. She is the first girl in our family. We are so happy and grateful that she came with no problems.

BEST WIN IN MY LIFE!

This is kinda late, but last week I was playing basketball at my Junior Jazz and we had the lead for most of the game. Then the other team was coming back. This was the best team in the league and both teams were undefeated. The game was getting close , we kept letting them score, we didn't know what to do! with 1:00 minute left the was 38 to 40, we had 38. We were driving down the court my team mate had the ball and was gonna drive it in but was fouled and missed. he took his foul shots and made one out of the two. Now the score is 39 to 40. The game is intense, and I'm not just sitting out on the side line watching them play, I'm one of the best players! The game goes on with 20 seconds left. The other team has the ball and is runnin down the court with the breakaway. He's about to make a layup to win it for the other team but didn't see me! I packed him down!!!!!!! But its a foul so he shoots his foul shots. First one he misses, second one he misses! The ball hit the rim and a guy on my team (Weston) got the rebound. 3 seconds left!!!!!!!! He throws the ball down the court to our star player with 1.7 seconds left!!!!!!!!!!!! He goes for the layup! As he goes up he gets tackled by all 5 players! The ball leaves his hand at the .7 second mark!!!!! AND SCORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE WIN WITH 40 TO 41 BY ONE POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WITH LESS THAN A SECOND LEFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNDEFEATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Beautiful tribute to Hakeem from Mike and Brooke

Mike and Brooke wrote a beautiful piece about Hakeem on their Blog that is worth mentioning. Please follow the link on the right or click on the title to be directed to their Blog.

Mike and Brooke, Thank you, both Elaine and I were touched.


You can also find Hakeem's Obituary (that was published in a local newspaper) reproduced (and originally written by Rachel) on Ben and Rachel's Blog - Link to the right.

Irfan

Hakeem, My Bro.

My Brother, Hakeem, that’s his name. It means Wise in Arabic, he truly is Wise. He was 10 years old. He passed away in his sleep on the 26th of January; he suffocated by putting his face on the pillow. It was like a S.I.D.S. which stands for Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, only he was a child. He breathed in too much carbon dioxide because his face was against his pillow. Normally the brain would automatically tell the head to move, but for some reason he didn’t move. At least that’s what the doctors said. They also said that it happened at about 3:00 a.m.

It was a regular Saturday morning; my dad took me to a soccer game in Ogden. We were on the way back, when my dad said “Ibrahim, we have to take Hakeem to horse back riding lessons.” This was in Park City. Then I said “Nooooo. I don’t want to go with you guys, I want to stay home.” Now I wish that I had wanted to go with him. When we got home, I went into my brothers’ room one of my brothers was awake (Yusuf, who is 7), but the other one (Hakeem) was still sleeping (so I thought) on his face, Yusuf was sleeping right next to him, and every time Yusuf is always last to wake up. It’s usually Hakeem that wakes up first, so I say “Yusuf, Hakeem’s still asleep?” and he says “Yeah.” I then say “Oh.” And walk out of the room. I go into my parents’ room to play video games, and I hear my dad go in there and say “Wow, Yusuf you’re awake before Hakeem?” Yusuf says “Yup!” So he goes to wake him up he touches him (He told me what he did after this) and his arm is rock hard and ice cold. He says “Hakeem?” Then he turns him over, and I hear in a scream, in a high pitch voice, but worse, a cry of pain. “HAKEEM WHERE ARE YOU? MY POOR SON WHERE ARE YOU” And I thought “What? What do you mean, where is he?” Then I hear Yusuf scream. Scream like I’ve never heard before. It was painful, the screams were. Then my Dad ran to his room to get the phone to call my Mom who was at work, I ran in to my brothers’ room and my Dad screamed “YAR (which means buddy in Urdu the language of Pakistan) DON’T GO IN THERE!” But I, being my disobedient self, went in. I walked up to Hakeem who had not woken up to the screams and turned him over. He was smiling, eyes closed and asleep, only thing wrong was his face. It was dark dark blue. Nearly vomiting, I ran out of the room my Dad screamed call 911 although he already knew where Hakeem was, and he wasn’t with us. I called 911 and I was too shocked to cry. I then gave it to my Dad. Then Yusuf came running down the stairs screaming. I tried to comfort him by saying come here and hug me, but my legs fell apart and I collapsed. My Grandma came in and said “What’s all the commotion?” I told her “There’s something wrong with Hakeem, his face is all blue!” Right after hearing that and without her seeing Hakeem she burst out saying, in a wailing sound “OH GOD! GOD WHY! OH GOD! OH GOD! GOD WHY!” I heard my Dad on the phone “DANG IT! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU!? HIS BODY IS ROCK SOLID. CAN YOU PLEASE SEND SOMEBODY!?” They must have said yes because he hung up. About 2 minutes later I saw a man in a police uniform running to our house while carrying a bag and when I saw the man it brightened my hopes. I opened the door and said “Up stairs, far room, to the left,” and he ran up stairs. When he got up there Yusuf and I were sitting down crying. I thought to myself that this was just gonna be another close call. I imagined Hakeem waking up and gasping for air and crying and saying “Daddy” but I heard no voice of Hakeem. All that I heard was the bed shaking from the mans’ CPR and everyone else crying. The Shaking of the bed stopped, and the man came down the stairs while shaking his head.
Well that’s really all of it.

Just something I thought was very wise of him was that the day before he died, my brother Yusuf was joking with Hakeem and said “I will never die.” Then Hakeem said wisely “Yusuf, everyone has to die” Couple hours later he died. Yusuf, My Dad, and I witnessed death first hand. I wish we didn’t.


Ibrahim, Quraishi