Unruffled, 
              he forged ahead on his political journey 
               
              M.H.M. Ashraff 
               September 16, 2000 was a fateful day for all of us. 
              Regrettably, more so for me, because I not only lost my leader and 
              mentor Muhammed Hussain Muhammed Ashraff but also my classmate A.M. 
              Nihmathullah and my nephew S.M. Rafiudeen along with 12 others under 
              mysterious circumstances. They died in an air crash when they were 
              bound for Addalaichennai, my adopted township. 
             I 
              was with Mr. Ashraff on September 15, the day before at his residence 
              getting ready to launch the National Unity Alliance manifesto at 
              the first National Convention of the NUA to be held in Ampara on 
              September 23. Mr. Nihmathullah and Mr. Rafiudeen came all the way 
              from Maruthamunai, my home town to see Mr. Ashraff at his Colombo 
              residence on the Minister's invitation. They were to fly back home 
              with him. Fate decreed otherwise. 
             Mr. 
              Ashraff never feared death. A true Muslim, he was always prepared 
              to face death while taking protective precautions. He had requested 
              his relatives to bury him as soon as possible after his death without 
              shedding tears but to carry forward the march, which he pioneered 
              to save the people from political division. 
             I 
              worked with him for 15 years, both professionally and politically. 
              However, I cannot forget the last few days I was with him organizing 
              the NUA for the 2000 parliamentary general election.  
             The 
              speed at which he worked tirelessly seemed as if he was getting 
              ready for a pilgrimage to Mecca. Had he some premonition? Mr. Ashraff 
              had escaped three attempts on his life but would not have expected 
              death under such mysterious circumstances. We hope and pray that 
              Allah will one day unearth the mystery behind our late leader's 
              sudden demise. 
             The 
              role of the Sri Lanka Muslim Congress during his short tenure and 
              the contributions he made to national politics are unforgettable. 
              He was considered a statesman rather than a mere politician. 
             When 
              Mr. Ashraff formed the SLMC at Kattankudi in 1980 he was not taken 
              seriously by the Colombo elite and those who mattered. When he declared 
              the SLMC as a political party in 1986 in Colombo, those very people 
              thought that he was committing political suicide. 
             Two 
              years later the SLMC was recognised by the Commissioner of Elections 
              and soon after contested the first Provincial Council elections 
              outside the Northern and Eastern Provinces, securing three seats. 
              Then political analysts took him seriously while critics opined 
              that the SLMC should be confined to the Eastern Province. Mr. Ashraff, 
              however, was unruffled and forged ahead, never looking back. 
             The 
              SLMC won 17 seats in the Northern and Eastern Provincial Council 
              election and became the main opposition party. The 1989 general 
              election gave four seats to the SLMC for the first time with both 
              the SLMC and Mr. Ashraff, making history. He proved that the SLMC 
              was a deciding factor in electing the executive President in 1988. 
              Although the SLMC had the opportunity to join the UNP government, 
              the late leader opted to sit in the opposition in the 9th Parliament. 
             In 
              the 1994 general election with 9 SLMC MPs, he helped the People's 
              Alliance government to come to power after 17 years of UNP rule. 
              Mr. Ashraff had a vision and the ability and courage to lead the 
              SLMC into mainstream politics. With the formation of the NUA in 
              1998 he was hoping for a democracy wi 
             thout 
              opposition. He did not want the people to be divided into the two 
              camps 'ruling' and 'opposition'. It is against this backdrop that 
              the NUA contested the October general elections with the People's 
              Alliance and secured 11 seats in the 11th Parliament. Mr. Asraff 
              wanted to distance himself from communal politics and forge national 
              unity. That is why he transferred the SLMC's tree symbol to the 
              NUA and declared in an interview with The Sunday Times (September 
              17, 2000) that he bid farewell to the SLMC. Nevertheless, the SLMC 
              leadership failed to follow in his footsteps. 
             The 
              SLMC under his leadership was dependable and trustworthy and considered 
              a powerful political force. Now the SLMC is in disarray due to a 
              leadership struggle and erosion of discipline. May Allah bless our 
              late leader with Jennathul Firdouz. 
            M.M. 
              Abdul Kalam 
             
            With 
              tranquil mind, she vanquished strife  
               
              Pearl Wijetunge De Silva 
                No lustre lost 
              through gleam of four score years, 
              The meaning of being precious firmly known, 
              Glowed soft the silent spark in smiles, in tears, 
              The inner worth of substance justly shown. 
             Her 
              conscience reigned supreme throughout her life; 
              The noble Buddhist scriptures from the start 
              Showed how a tranquil mind could vanquish strife; 
              With acts of charity revived her heart. 
             Compliance 
              was with her an act of love 
              In harmony with life's still sanctity; 
              Joined by a host of voices from above 
              She raised the chant of pure fidelity. 
            Rajah 
              Wijetunge 
             
             She 
              still stands by me in spirit 
               Lily Motha 
                On her seventh death anniversary 
               
              I have golden memories of a happy wedding day,  
              When I stood beside a radiant bride -  
              who graciously consented to be seated by my side,  
              So as to appear equal in height to me, of taller stature!  
             We 
              had our 'ups and downs' in life – our moments of joy and sorrow. 
               
              But always lived in hope of a better 'tomorrow'.  
              She stood by me through 'thick and thin'  
              As pure and sincere without, as she was within!  
              Full six and forty years, we had just completed.  
             When 
              death struck her down, and left me devastated!  
              I have spent the past seven years in sadness, without my loving 
              wife,  
              who I know, still stands by me, 'in spirit' as she did in her life. 
               
              Philip  
             
            She 
              gave solace and comfort to many 
               
              Sybil Kanagasunderam 
               August has come and gone, yet one cannot forget that 
              on August 9, it was Sybil's first death anniversary. Her sister, 
              Saro, organized a memorial cottage meeting at Sybil's residence 
              at Ward Place. 
             Life 
              is, in a sense, memories and remembrances. It was good to remember 
              Sybil in the manner we did. Her daughter, Prithiva and grandson 
              too were present. 
             Sybil 
              was a rare human being. Her personality was such that she drew people 
              to her. She was also a person who had the courage and the conviction 
              to call a spade a spade. Her home was 'open house' to many a weary 
              soul. It was a nest of solace and comfort, for Sybil had a good 
              listening ear. 
              We thank God for every remembrance of Sybil. 
             
              Sydney Knight  
             
            Stephen 
              Peries’s 40th death anniversary was in July 2004 
                Creating and building from 
              nothing, his forte  
               Stephen Peries 
               Lots of people write instructive little books about 
              how to be successful, widen the circle of your friends, or just 
              simply get on in life by combining the two in balanced proportions. 
               
             Many 
              of the writers, probably have never heard of Stephen Peries, who 
              surely gave them the idea in the first place, because to start a 
              business life on probation for a quarter of a year at nothing a 
              month at the age of 16 and to pass the 42 year old line, still going 
              strong as the managing director of Diesel Motors & Engineering 
              calls for all these things rubbed in with a personal capacity for 
              hard work amounting to genius.  
             Steve... 
              I've known him a long time, and he has achieved the fame of being 
              'Just Steve' to a countless host of friends... is the nearest thing 
              you ever saw to a human dynamo.  
             No-one 
              appears ever to have seen him resting or sleeping. No one appears 
              to have found him short of time to discuss or solve a genuine problem 
              of mutual interest. He is the living exponent of the doctrine that 
              impossible is a word found only in the dictionary of a fool; but 
              standing beside him yesterday, inspecting his new two storey showroom 
              which would not disgrace London's Regent Street, I found it hard 
              to believe that, firstly, I was looking at the place of waste swampland 
              I saw two years ago, and secondly, that, true-to-type, Steve had 
              built it without any outside contract aid at all punching down piles 
              over 139 feet before he could even get going.  
             Out 
              of nothing  
              Kicking off in life... after three months gratis approval mark you... 
              at around twelve fifty a month, it was during the war years that 
              Steve saw and took his chance of using his unique talent for creating 
              something out of practically nothing.  
             The 
              services wanted machine supplies which didn't exist in Ceylon. Motor 
              parts which were unobtainable. Spares which were out of stock. In 
              a little backyard off Prince of Wales Avenue, Steve just made them. 
              With his old Sinhalese fitter baas and similar associates, plus 
              a few odd hand tools, they made cylinder head gaskets which thousands 
              of pounds worth of specialized machines elsewhere in the world could 
              not supply to Ceylon.  
             I 
              find that in that last paragraph I've really written the story of 
              Stephen Peries. The capacity to make something, create something, 
              build something, which no one else could tackle - and do it a hundred 
              times better.  
              But above even that, he could make friends, sincere and honest friends, 
              the sincere and honest way. To that, modestly, he attributes his 
              achievements. You may feel with me that making friends is not too 
              difficult if you try, in a world which is hungry for friendship, 
              but Steve has also mastered the art of keeping them. In a successful 
              business that is not always too easy.  
             The 
              boss  
              Today, with his departmental executives perched high in luxury overlooking 
              every square inch of his workshop undertakings, you have to search 
              to find the little office room tucked away in a corner which is 
              Steve's.  
              But the odds are you won't find Steve in it when you get there. 
              He'll be some place where the work is being done, with his sleeves 
              raised up, still, as the Boss doing his humble share of it, and 
              getting his hands dirty as well.  
             His 
              success story starts from the bottom up, and he's never forgotten 
              the secret he learned the hard way. Incidentally, in case it helps 
              you I've just remembered a remarkable thing about Stephen Peries. 
              From all the people one meets all over the place who seem to know 
              him somehow, I've never heard an ill word. No detractors from his 
              achievements. Maybe he's got something there?  
             Capt. 
              E.B. Murrell (Reproduced from the Ceylon Observer of March 28, 1954) 
               
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