I woke up today to the sound of my phone ringing. The news shook me to the core. My childhood friend and dear brother in deen, Azam Mohamed had passed away. I had spoken to him twice in the last few weeks after being out of contact for almost a year. He had called me and we spoke for more than an hour or so. He told of his experience at the GII which he went back to Guyana to help manage. He had many ideas of what could be done. He sounded excited as he related to me his plans of going to Malaysia.
My dear brother Azam was one of the many outstanding Islamic workers that were produced from the work of the Guyana Islamic Trust. He was perhaps one of the most famous of all the GIT brothers as he helped thousands of people during hajj each year. He was extremely sociable and had a gift for gab that endeared him to all who met him. When he was in a room, he was always the center of attention. I would sit and watch in amazement as he engaged everyone in conversation and delighted them with his infectious laugh.
I knew Azam when he was a young school teacher, a prolific Islamic worker, an Imam, an astute businessman, a student of knowledge, an avid sportsman (especially with ping pong where he was unbeatable), and as an ambassador of our work. He had a huge heart and his generosity knew no bounds. I have witnessed time and again how he would deprive himself to make sure his guests were well taken care of.
In Guyana I had the privilege of being his Ameer of the work. One of the things that he took pride in was in demonstrating commitment. He was very conscious of all assignments and took great care to ensure he complete them. He was asked to lead our da'wah effort in Essequibo and he accepted this responsibility willingly. He taught classes up and down the Essequibo coast and eventually found his wife there. Sister Yasmin in her own right is an amazing sister. She balanced out his exuberance and excitability with calm and grace. Our dua' goes out to her.

Brother Azam also spent a great deal of time in Linden and taught many of the brothers there. No matter what I asked of him, he was ready to do so. As a friend, I lived close to him and knew his parents well. His mom was a special person who would treat me like a son when I visited her. His whole family became involved in the Islamic Cause.

Brother Azam attended one of the premier high schools in Guyana, the Saints Stanius Claus College. He was an avid student who wanted to learn as much as possible. This yearning to learn took him to Saudi Arabia where he studied at Ummul Qura. His home in Saudi became a beacon of light and an oasis for all those who went to hajj. He and his wife sister Yasmin took in stranded hujaaj (those making hajj) and those who were in trouble and give them a place to rest their head.

His desire was always to help the work in Guyana and in the final years of his life, he did went back to spend time and assist with the Guyana Islamic Institute. Azam was an outspoken advocate for what he felt was right and would correct anyone who he saw as in the wrong. Sometimes this caused him to get in trouble as some interpreted his desire to help and advise them as being too abrasive. He kept up relationships with so many people especially the elderly.

Our work today has lost a great son and now I have just memories left of so many wonderful moments of my life that he was a part of. We studied together in the first Special Islamic Course where we lived together for one year and studied Islam. At the end of that course, Azam graduated on top of the class.
I ask Allah to accept from him all that he has done for so many people. I ask Allah to forgive him his sins and give him jannah. Today I will grieve for my dear friend and brother. I know my life has been much enriched as a result of his special friendship. I thank him for this and I ask Allah to give his family patience as they try to cope with this unrecoverable loss.