Husnain M Khan
June 24, 1994 - October 27, 2017
Thursday, November 16, 2017 3:06 PM
"Today, I had to say goodbye to my best friend, my dearest Husnain. There are no words to describe this feeling of void, pain and shock. Husnain, I am so privileged to have crossed paths with you and I miss you sorely. I really admired your strength, courage and resilience despite everything. You are a real fighter and you’ve taught me so much about life. This is how I will always remember you – strong, determined and positive <3"
Thursday, November 16, 2017 11:14 AM
When I die don’t think you’ve “lost” me.
I’ll be right there with you, living on in the memories we have made.
When I die don’t say I “fought a battle.” Or “lost a battle.” Or “succumbed.”
Don’t make it sound like I didn’t try hard enough, or have the right attitude, or that I simply gave up.
When I die don’t say I “passed.”
That sounds like I walked by you in the corridor at school.
When I die tell the world what happened.
Plain and simple.
No euphemisms, no flowery language, no metaphors.
Instead, remember me and let my words live on.
Tell stories of something good I did.
Give my children a kind word. Let them know what they meant to me. That I would have stayed forever if I could.
Don’t try to comfort my children by telling them I’m an angel watching over them from heaven or that I’m in a better place:
There is no better place to me than being here with them.
They have learned about grief and they will learn more.
That is part of it all.
When I die someday just tell the truth:
I lived, I died.
Wednesday, November 15, 2017 6:17 PM
I am deeply sorry for the loss. May you draw comfort from the scripture at Acts 24:15 Jehovah promises the resurrection for those who pass away.
T P (Cleveland, OH)
Sunday, November 12, 2017 6:49 AM
I am a stranger who came across this memory entry by chance. What a loss! May Husnain's memory be a blessing to all who knew him. And an inspiration to people learning of his brave struggle. My condolences.
Friday, November 10, 2017 5:15 PM
I fall asleep in the full and certain hope that my slumber shall not be broken; and that, though I be all-forgetting, yet I shall not be all-forgotten, but continue that life in the thoughts and deeds of those I have loved.
– Samuel Butler
Alieza Ali (Nashville, TN)
Friday, November 10, 2017 3:45 PM
On 27th October, 2017, almost two weeks ago, my beloved cousin and dear friend, Husnain, passed away, after fearlessly and courageously battling a rarest type of Stage 4 Colorectal Cancer for more than a year and a half, at the age of 23.
Coming to terms with all of this has been and continues to be really difficult.
Husnain was a truly remarkable person in every regard imaginable. I have not come across a more hardworking, brave, resilient and determined soul than him. The way he tackled the biggest obstacle of his life - going through unfathomable degrees of excruciating pain and still having the mental fortitude to remain optimistic - is a true reflection of how much heart and fight he had.
I regret not being there for you and your family during this ordeal. I regret not being able to do anything to ease your pain and suffering. I regret drifting away from you since you moved abroad and not staying in touch as much as I should've. I regret that I took you for granted.
May Allah ease your journey to the afterlife. May Allah grant you the most exalted of places in Jannat-e-Firdous. May Allah grant your soul eternal peace. And may Allah grant your family and all your other loved ones, who are struggling with your departure, the necessary courage and strength - like you possessed - to come to terms with everything. Amin.
Faizan Raja (Lahore)
Friday, November 10, 2017 1:58 PM
Zainab asked me to share this post I wrote after the funeral:
This weekend, we laid to rest my beautiful 23-year-old nephew, Husnain Khan, who fought so, so very hard against cancer.
I remember Husnain most fondly as a shy, smiley, curly-haired kid -- the kind who is cute enough to get away with anything (which he did!). He immigrated to the U.S. from Pakistan as a young teenager and graduated from William & Mary. He received a master's degree in accounting and passed his CPA exam while taking trips to Johns Hopkins to see if he could qualify for cancer trials to battle his advanced disease.
He promised his friends he'd come to homecoming next year, that he would travel across Europe when he was better, and he continued ribbing his siblings and showering them with kisses until his last day. He begged his mom to cry less, stay positive.
He leaves behind a loving family, including my cousin Mubashar bhai, his wife Samina baji, and three tight-knit siblings, Ahmed, Zainab and Meher -- who is just 17.
I know that their lives are forever altered but I pray that they remain strong and live their lives fully -- as he repeatedly pleaded them to do.
Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers. And thank you to all of you who helped them along the way.
There is a Muslim expression of condolence that I think is so powerful and speaks to the circle of life: To Him we belong and to Him we shall return.
Ambreen Ali (Maplewood, NJ)
Friday, November 10, 2017 3:14 AM
"A thousand moments that I had just taken for granted- mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.” Morgan Matson