Today on the 10th of Oct four Gregorian years (from 10th Oct 2007- 10th Oct 2011) are complete of the sad passing of our dear dear Daddyjan Janab Air vice Marshal Muhammad Latif Tambra sahab Shaheed (b. 1928 d. 2007) from this world to the next world. May Allah keep his soul in peace, tranquility and happiness, aameen.
Although our dear dear Daddyjan’s whole life was glorious, superb, magnificent, and celebrated. But today I want to remember the days during the years 1984- 1986. During these two glorious years our dear dear Daddyjan came back from Paris France where he lived with his family for three magnificent years. Immediately after he came back he was promoted from the rank of Group Captain to the rank of Air Commodore. Then in some months he was promoted to the rank of Air vice Marshal the highest rank for the Engineering Branch in the PAF. These were the two beautiful years of our dear dear innocent hard working Daddyjan’s life when he reached the top brass of the Pakistan Air Force. We saw our darling respected mother always actively participating in the Ladies Club of the officer’s wives and also in the Pakistan Air Force Women Association (PAFWA) as well, ever since we were young girls.
I remember these (1984- 1986) were the days when our dear dear darling parents used to come in the news in the print media and on the television every second day in Pakistan. Internet was not there during those days. If it were they would have been on it as well. Our dear dear Daddyjan used to come because of the position he was holding and because of the job he was doing. And our lovely mother used to come in the news as his wife, as she was demanded to practice some roles of heading the Ladies Club and heading the PAFWA. In that capacity both our parents were in the print and on the tube media.
I used to tell my parents to keep some newspapers in which they were printed while shouldering different responsibilities. Their photos or movies while performing their exalted jobs e.g signing some things, giving some things or receiving some things or receiving some dignitaries or meeting some dignitaries or shaking hands with the dignitaries etc etc. But my dear dear darling parents never gave this idea any importance because both of them were too humble and too down to earth types. Now those good days we carry in our minds and in our hearts. That was our common past. The glorious past.