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Please help find Aamina Khan abducted on the 26th of August 2011
              from the UK by Humma Fazal Karim Dar - Abductor
                             Now wanted by the Police
                               

Safiyah and Sarah Letters

Safiyah and Zainabs Letters

By Safiyah aged 16 years old – Aamina first cousin

My name is Safiayh and I am 16 years old and attend Old Palace School in London.

                     As children within a large, close-knit family, our relationships with each other are far greater and significantly more monumental than merely being just cousins. Ranging from 19 years old right down to 2, the bond we all share is irreplaceable. As a piece to our puzzle, Aamina’s absence has left an unfathomable cavity in each of our lives. The affectations of one’s actions are huge – each and every one of us feels as if part of us is missing. From the very young right up to the eldest, we feel as if our once joyous family union has been ripped apart; our sister is missing.

            As the news of Aamina’s abduction began to sink in, we were lost for words. Our emotions scattered, we found ourselves questioning our faith in God and seeking some form of assurance that all was going to be alright and that Aamina would be returned; 9 months on, we still haven’t been given this piece of mind. We can’t bear pondering on the prospects of her never returning, yet it is a thought that has crossed each and every one of our minds innumerable times. Will the holes in our hearts ever be refilled? Family gatherings are incomplete, attempts to preoccupy ourselves have failed and we are now left grieving for our sister.

            Each of us knew Aamina inside and out. We would describe her as a big bundle of fun; her energy was uncontainable and enough to fill a room. Her presence was matchless – she would walk into the room and have all of us laughing and smiling. She was a happy young girl, full of life’s joys and this cheerfulness and glee rubbed off on us all. Her intelligent yet entertaining nature was compelling to the say the least – she had something to say about everything. It was impossible to feel down in her presence; her innocence and hilarious outlook on things were priceless. Aamina’s unparalleled personality was unbound. Thoughts and memories of Aamina’s witty humour, full-of-life persona and interesting and amusing opinions on just about everything, play on in our minds, but she is beginning to turn into just that – a distant memory. It is becoming increasingly difficult to live on without her here. We yearn for her to once again bring the same happiness into our lives. 

            When Aamina was with us, she was happy and we wanted nothing more. She played along with all of us and was fully involved in family-life; she was a loved child. Before it was time for her to leave for her mother’s, she told us she didn’t want to go. Flippantly, we told her not to worry and that we would see her soon and promised her that before she knew it, it would be time to be with us again – upsettingly she left; unbeknownst to us this was the last we were going to see of her for a long time coming. It brings great tears to our eyes in the knowledge that she didn’t want to go; our promises to her were broken, our last memories of her are fading and the prospects of her forgetting about us add to our worries and sorrow.

Aamina was taken from us, and as a result, we now suffer. We are left hanging onto reminiscences of her and strands of hope are quickly thinning. Aamina is part of us, she cannot be replaced, and we, her brothers and sisters, want nothing more than for her to be returned. Although she lives on in our prayers, thoughts and minds, for now, the holes in our hearts, the missing piece to our puzzle, the lost member of our family, continues to tear us apart.

9 months and no advances – our family remains fragmented.

Safiyah

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To whom it may concern,

My name is Sarah Owadally; I am 18 years old and currently studying Law at the University of Cambridge. Aamina Ruqayyah Khan is my adored first cousin. Following her recent abduction, I would like to express the negative effect this has had on my family and how it is personally affecting me significantly, more and more each day. From the moment my family discovered Humma Dar had abducted Aamina, we have lived each day in despair, pining for the 6 year old happy-go-lucky child that lit up so many of our lives. Aamina was forever smiling and very much sought after between the four households that make up our close-knit family.

Since I can remember I have always been desperate for a little sister, so when Aamina came into my life, it was like one of my greatest wishes had been granted. I don’t consider Aamina a first cousin, I consider her my sister and indeed she looked up to me as an elder sister, who would look after her and frequently treat her with gifts and outings. Such was our relationship. Aamina would always come and visit me and we’d spend the day doing what any normal sisters would do. Since Aamina has been missing, it’s like a shadow has been cast over my life and I carry a pain in my heart wherever I go. We are a family of fourteen grandchildren, all very close, and Aamina’s abduction has left everyone feeling lost. At family gatherings it is hard to overlook the fact that Aamina should be with us and I don’t think it is ever going to feel right until the key missing link in our family is returned. Following Aamina’s abduction, the rare time we share a moment of laughter, it is abruptly followed by consuming guilt and we hatefully question how we could ever be happy without our precious Aamina. Our family cannot go on like this. When I look at my little cousins and see the pain in their eyes, I feel sick to the stomach as I am the second eldest out of the fourteen grandchildren, yet I can offer no sense of reassurance that they will see Aamina again soon.

As eight of the fourteen grandchildren are all young, around Aamina’s age, it has been extremely hard for all of us to watch the effect this is inevitably having on our beloved uncle, Safraz Khan. I don’t think any of us can bear to see my uncle in any more pain. Aamina’s bond with my uncle was extremely special and often joked about within my family, about how annoyingly inseparable the two of them were. To give an example, after one family gathering at my house, it was agreed Aamina would stay the night with me. As it was time for her father, my uncle, to leave, she ran to the front door begging for a ‘huggy’ as she innocently called it. Her half-asleep father walked back towards her and hugged her until she let go. As he walked away, she screamed for another ‘huggy’ and again her father walked back to give her another hug. I honestly cannot recall the number of times this happened, but Aamina repeatedly called her father back for another hug and each time he turned around with no complaints and kept on coming back to give her a hug until she was satisfied. At the time, the family members gathered around the door with Aamina were in disbelief wishing Aamina would just say goodbye to her father and come inside quickly but looking back it is clear just how much she adored her father and equally how much her father adores her. To anyone, it is indisputable that such a strong bond does not just fade away and so whilst her father and our family are in pain without Aamina, we can only imagine what she too is going through.

Aamina is the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep. It has impacted greatly on my performance during my first year at university and appears to be the cause of my insomnia. It is extremely hard for me, as before Aamina was abducted, we had spent nearly every day together enjoying the summer holidays. Although I was fasting and weak due to the fact I had to starve for 16 hours a day, Aamina’s animated spirit and adorable beam gave me all the energy I needed to do all kinds of activities with her. One memory that will stay with me forever is when I took Aamina on the bus for the first time as she had been eager to travel on one. We went shopping and bought all her favourite things. As soon as we got back, we were both exhausted and so immediately dropped onto my bed. As I turned around to go to sleep, Aamina embraced me and thanked me enthusiastically saying it was the best day of her life and she’ll never forget it. I will cherish this warm memory forever.

There are so many things I had planned to do with Aamina and on countless occasions I see things she would like and remember she is no longer with our family. The last few weeks before Aamina was abducted, she had been so excited to move into her new house, a few houses away from mine. We would spend hours talking about how she wanted her new room and she would point at things in my house and ask if she could have them for her own. She was particularly in love with my heart shaped trinket box and every time she was in my house, without fail, she would remind me that I had promised she could have the box, as soon as she moves into her new house. Now, I cannot bear to look at it, as it reminds me of how Aamina was taken from us and I cannot fulfil the promises I once made to her. What makes this whole ordeal even more unbearable for my family is that as Aamina spent her last days with us, in each of the four households, she made it clear to all of us that she did not want to go to her mother at all. My last contact with Aamina was when she was sitting on my lap facing me with her arms around my neck. She was moaning at the fact she had to leave us the next day but she adorably put herself at ease as she stated the exact time and day her father was expected to pick her up to bring her back to us. It breaks my heart at the thought of Aamina counting down the two weeks she was with her mother, for her at the end of it, to end up alone with her mother in a foreign country for the first time, instead of being back where she wanted to be, with her father and thirteen first cousins whom she loved dearly.

Aamina’s personality was so infectious that her absence is felt by so many people, not just her family. My friends from school have been besotted by Aamina from the moment they met her. They would often ring me up and ask to take her out as her constant cheerfulness was addictive. On many occasions my friends and I have taken Aamina on days out and gone for dessert, simply to enjoy her company. Aamina too was very fond of my friends and would look forward to seeing them upon return to us, from her mother. They too now feel the gaping hole Aamina has left in our lives and with each passing day, it becomes more and more crucial she is found immediately. There is nothing more in this world I want than to see my little sister again. Aamina’s abduction has broken so many hearts and every day I pray she is returned to us soon.

Sarah Owadally.

 
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