This date, 15 years ago on March 11, I lost my dad the late Usman Asad. Not only was it a loss for me and my family, but it was a loss to Urdu journalism as well.
My dad started The Nasheman Weekly on 26th January 1962. It instantly created a revolution in the field of journalism, in particular in the Urdu media. It was known for its free, frank and fearless style of journalism, and even 56 years later, it is still known for this.
My dad never compromised on his principles, despite many odds, and he was even jailed many times for his fearless writing against the system. Even during the emergency in 1975, he was behind the bars. He was a man, who never went after power and led a very simple life, inspite of being rich and famous. He never flaunted his wealth, and he never went after power and politics. He was an institute in himself.
Even today, when I say I am from Nasheman, people speak very high of my dad, and praise him for his writing and his immensely popular column – Thapdakhien.
I have learnt a lot from him, and he was like no other. He gave me life, nurtured me, thought me, dressed me, fought for me, held me, shouted at me, hugged me, but most important of all, he loved me unconditionally.
There are not enough words say to describe, how important my father was to me, and what a powerful influence he continues to be. I thank all those who have supported me, after his demise in running his legacy, which is a huge responsibility.
Even if I become 1 per cent of what he was, I will be a better person, both as a human being and as a journalist.
I’ll continue to follow what he says. I love you dad. May your soul rest in peace.
Your Son,
Rizwan Asad
