Arif nizami biography of donald
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A note about my late father
‘You don’t simply do journalism. You have to live it’. This is what my late father Arif Nizami would say to me whenever my work was not up to par. It wasn’t something that he just said, he abided by it. Having seen him at home as a father and husband while also having the pleasure of working under him in this paper for what now seems like an unfortunately brief period, I can safely say that his commitment and dedication to his work was simply unparalleled. In fact, even during the last few months of his life, despite the doctors and his body telling him to dial it down, he still wrote the columns that needed to be written, briefed reporters on stories that warranted telling and appeared on television for his show, ready to analyze the news in his own gentle and unique way for the viewer.
This is not to say that he was a workaholic, as one of his many talents was to maintain a fair balance between work and family. Although, due to the nature of the job
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Arif Nizami of Lahore
On the death of my friend Arif Nizami, I was reminded of the obituary of Faiq Amin which Prof. R. A. Khan wrote in the college gazette. The first sentence read “Faiq has seized to be”.
For me, Arif has not seized to be. He is very much alive in my memory and in the memories of his countless number of friends. One of my visits to see him in the hospital was the last visit after which he passed away.
Surprisingly on that fateful afternoon, the young doctors on duty allowed me to see him in the I.C.U of the hospital to cheer him up. When I went to his bed, he had an oxygen pipe fixed in his trachea. Upon seeing me he tried to remove the oxygen to be able to speak to me. The doctors on duty rushed to force him to stop. He could not speak to me but he had his eyes focused on me and he held my both hands strongly with tears in his eyes. I wiped off his tears and with my heart missing a beat I left the room praying for him. I could not stand the agony o
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Aurora Magazine
Much has been written about Arif Nizami, the journalist, since he passed away. Keeping in mind the mål readership of this trade journal, inom feel inom should talk a little about Arif Nizami the publisher, the media salesman. The CEO, basically.
My first interaction with Arif Nizami as a boss, not an uncle, came at the age of 22, when inom was a fresh faced MBA, having joined The Nation in the marknadsföring department. It had seemed natural for me, like it was for him, to go into the ‘family business,’ as it were. My professional relationship with him was as wholesome and productive as my anställda relationship. In stark contrast to his complicated relationship with his uncle, the late Majid Nizami, the boss and owner of the Nawa-i-Waqt Group, which Arif Nizami’s father Hameed Nizami had started in the 1940s.
Whereas Arif Nizami was open to ideas that in retrospect, I now think, would have komma across as new-fangled and impractical, Majid Nizami was set in his ways and th