Capt Omerzeb Shaheed

Captain, 9 Azad Kashmir Regiment

Omerzeb
Afzal Baig

شہیدShaheed, Tamgha-i-Basalat

1984 to 21 May 2009

“You were born as a jewel, you lived as a jewel, and you left as a jewel.”

His father

Captain Omerzeb in black mess kit with a gold sash, standing outdoors at night.

In his own hand

And if we don’t come back, tell them (country) that we have sacrificed our today for their (country) tomorrow.

Read the twelve pages of his diary
A page of Captain Omerzeb’s diary, the same words handwritten in blue ink capitals.
His mother and father seated together, his mother resting her hand on his framed portrait.
His mother and father with his portrait

From his father

“Papa je, aap kaise hain.”

It has now been two years that my ears yearn to hear these words. My son, Capt Omerzeb Shaheed would always ask me whenever he used to ring me up. Certainly, there is nothing special in these words, but somehow for me, these words always sounded so lyrical.

Capt Omerzeb, as you all know him, was my sanchu. His pet name was Sony and his ever fragrance made him sanchu. His fragrance will keep us alive, his ever smiling face will remain in our hearts.

Omerzeb aged two.

1984

Born at CMH Rawalpindi, the third son of his parents. A very playful and cheering lad.

Omerzeb at thirteen, leaning against a tree.

School

Quetta, Murree, Sialkot and Peshawar. Games, debates, naat competitions. Omerzeb was visible everywhere.

Omerzeb as a schoolboy wearing a medal, seated beside his mother.

Prizes

Best student of his school, then best debater of the year in 2002, rehearsing dozens of times before the mirror.

Omerzeb as a cadet in a green beret at the Military Academy.

2005

Passed out with 111 Long Course. “Army is my only choice.”

Captain Omerzeb in mess kit, Adjutant of 9 AK at Rahim Yar Khan.

Captain

Adjutant of 9 AK. A very good singer, a prolific anchor and a dramatist.

Captain Omerzeb in ceremonial khaki on parade, soldiers in line behind him.

21 May 2009

Met shahadat at Lower Dir, in Operation Rah-e-Rast.

On his fifth shahadat anniversary

my son has laid his life
for the land that is our pride
we think of him all the time
with emotion running very high

It has been, today, five years now
since he went into the sky
A lot has changed in our lives
but his memories will never die

We know our son is in heavens
But, we love him until we die
when ever we go on grave, he is
Standing there with a broad smile

So, friends, bear our memories now & then
both in pain and in pride.

Papa, ammi, brothers & sisters

Omerzeb in camouflage uniform, smiling, on a hillside in Kashmir.
“Kashmir: million dollars smile”