Professor of Urdu (1969-1982)
Dr. Mohammed Iqbal Javed
By Kazi Zulkader Siddiqui, 671/Latif
Dr. Mohammed Iqbal Javed was
professor of Urdu Language at Cadet College Petaro from
He was born on 4 June 1932,
and died in 1997 of a heart attack at Karachi.
Dr. Iqbal Javed
left a lasting impression on the cadets of his
period. He was the House Master of
Ayub House from 1979 to
1982 and the Patron of the
Society in 1976-1977.
Pakistan Steel Cadet
College as the Vice Principal after
leaving Petaro in 1982. When
Dr. Fazal Mahmood
left Pakistan Steel Cadet College, Dr. Iqbal Javed
became the second Principal of that college in
July 1991. He retired a year later from that
position in June 1992 and remained in Karachi
until his death in 1997.
May Allah grant the choicest place in Jannatul
Firdaus to Dr. Iqbal Javed.
Dr. Mohammed Iqbal Javed Sahib - My Trusted Counselor
Adil Ahmed Baloch,
it that the teachers who influence us the most influence
us in ways that are almost always cannot be quantified?
Many a times, I have tried to think if it was Riaz
Shahid Sahib’s style that always kept my interest in his
English class? Or was it Jethanand Rahi Sahib’s
humbleness that kept me in my place for a need to
reciprocate the reservoir of respect that constantly
emitted through his down-to-earth personality in his
very well taught English classes? If either one of the
preceding thoughts were correct then how come Ahmad
Sahib’s lively style added so much to my knowledge base
that Alhamd-o-Lillah I am making a decent living based
on the foundation that Ahmed Sahib helped me put in
continue, I will be going in perpetuity and will just keep
adding more teachers and so let me cut through the chase and
draw my conclusion about people who influence us in general.
My baser nature tells me that because I have remembered these
people and have carried my feelings about them through my
transformation from an introvert from Larkana to a liberal
American goes to show that these people did indeed change my
learned: Never forget where you came from, if you want to keep
Obviously, every single teacher that I have ever come across
had a huge impact on who I am today, but to avoid writing a
book and keeping it focused I would like to write something
about a teacher whose influence, I feel, will never be
I would like
to give credit to a teacher who motivated me to the extent of
changing a few things about me forever. I am talking about my
beloved teacher, mentor and trusted counsellor Dr. Mohammed
Iqbal Javed, PhD. May Allah give him the choicest place in
Jannat-ul-Firdaus and I pray that he can happily see from the
heavens above that his purpose in life was well served.
religious person, who studied Allama Iqbal in his PhD and
could create Persian and Urdu verses on the fly, is the first
thing that comes to my mind when I think of Doctor Sahib. His
competitiveness and the motivation to take Ayub House to the
top and groom every kid in the house to bring out the best of
his potential along the way would probably not be a second
either. The entire time he was Ayub House's House Master, we
only saw the first two positions.
had a unique thought of challenging the inner person (andar ka
insaan, as he would himself say) by putting young and
impressionable kids in positions they did not have come across
in their lives before and will personally help them break the
ice, so to speak.
every 8th class newbie would stand up on the podium
and Dr. Sahib will ease the nervousness by making a speech
into a conversation if the kid seemed lost. My own experience
of sweaty palms and shaky legs while babbling something about
something in my first speech ever in 1979 reminds me to this
day where I have come from. It will be impossible to not stay
in touch with the “andar ka insaan” now.
I would like
to share just one story before I wrap it up. We used to have
House inspections that played a huge role towards the overall
Championship. We were in 9th class and some of us
were too busy taking care of the details for the inspection
that was to happen the next day. We got so carried away in
doing what we were doing that the bell rang twice and doors
got closed before we could realize that we have nowhere to go
to eat. While we were contemplating the options to fill our
tummies, Dr. Sahib passed by the corridor and walked in to our
dormitory. Upon hearing us out, he offered all of us to come
over and be his guest for dinner that night. There used to be
a guest house adjacent to the HM’s office in Ayub House that
was set for our dinner and much to our surprise there was a
special menu in Dr. Sahib’s household that nightJ. We were 4
or 5 and we used to eat like animals back then, just so that
you get a perspective hereJ. I confess that I tried to pull
the “stunt” successfully at least twice after thatJ.
All of us
have moved on in life but every single one of us remembered
that Nehari and Parathas from that night.
passage of time, one question has sometimes bothered my mind
time and again: What did the Doctor household eat that night?
I guess we will never know the truth.
friends, is a very small mention of someone WHO KNEW HOW TO
Iqbal Sahib moved on to be the first Vice Principal of Cadet
College Steel Mill. I went to meet with him at Steel Mill as a
rugged Karachiite in the middle of our summer vacations on a
motor cycle. What I will not forget is the excitement in his
words and eyes, and the warmth in his hug. He saw me from a
distance and almost shouted, “I recognize you my son” and
before he embraced me. Not too many seconds went by and there
came the second question, “Yeh baalo.n ko kiya huwa hai
Sahibzaday?” That was Dr. Javed Iqbal Sahib, caring with no
formalities whatsoever - like a father would care for his own.
Dr. Sahib: I
miss you and have no idea how to pay you back for what you
have done for us. I certainly don’t know how to quantify it.
Maybe my dewy eyes are a small token to make you feel a little
bit of how much you meant to me.