- Date Of Birth: September 10, 1930
- Date Of Death: April 22, 2019
- State: Michigan
Azima Khatoon, 88, passed on April 22nd,2019 with her family by her side in Kalamazoo, MI where she had been living since 2005. She was born on September 10,1930, in Patna, Bihar, India to Shafi Mohammed and Safia Khatoon. Her father was a Lawyer.
Her interests included family, knitting, and cross stitch. She got married in 1948 in Sirajganj, Rajshahi District in the then East Pakistan and now Bangladesh. Eventually they migrated to Karachi. Azima was a home maker and her husband Shafi Azam was a customs officer at the sea port in Karachi, Pakistan.
Azima Khatoon is survived by her 4 siblings; sister: Bilquis Khatoon, brothers: Fasih Mohammed, Sabih Mohammed, and Mati Mohammed; seven daughters: Shafqat Siddiqui married to Talha Siddiqui, Rakhshanda Siddiqui married to Ajaz Ahmed Siddiqui, Farkhunda Mahfooz married to Mahfoozul Haque, Shabina Siddiqui married to Zahid Siddiqui, Shaheena Iqbal married Iqbal Mohammed, Nusrat Eqbal Shamsi married to Mohammed Eqbal Shamsi, Naghma Alamgir married to Syed Alamgir Shere, and one son Munawar Azam married to Saima Munawar, 25 grandchildren and 29 great grandchildren.
She lived with her son Munawar Azam, his wife Saima Munawar, and their three children: Omar Azam, Amna Azam, and Owais Azam. These grandchildren were her lifeline and they lovingly called her Da.
An Expression of Love – By Atia Fareed
And so, the story of life finally ended. My sister Saima Munawar’s mother-in-law passed away. Inna lillah e wa Inna ilehay rajeoon: To Allah we belong, and to Him we shall return. My deepest condolences to the family!
The tiny figure who was the reason of a huge gang, is no more. A mother to eight children and Mash Allah uncountable grandchildren and great grandchildren is now in eternal peace.
Ammi, Nanna and Da were her identification. Her being had a strong aura of pure love and warmth connecting everyone together. Her hands had magic, with expertly knitting woolen wear with her tiny fingers for almost everyone she knew. Knitting was as natural as breathing to her. She was a living book of history, witnessing so many different times and eras. Her smile and unconditional love were for one and all. She fought with her disease strongly, bravely, and with a lot of patience till the end. But as we say, life goes on, with the tree now gone and only branches left. May Allah grant her with the best place in jannah and may Allah give sabr to you all.
