In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Yaseen Mohtisham Sir

In Loving Memory of Our Beloved Yaseen Mohtisham Sir

I woke up in the stillness of the night to the news that felt too unreal to believe, our beloved Sir Yaseen Mohtisham had passed away from a heart attack. For hours, even after seeing his lifeless body, my heart refused to accept it. It came in waves: denial, shock, sorrow, and then, an overwhelming breakdown that shattered me to my core.

Sir, you were the light that lit up our classrooms and the hallways with your radiant smile and infectious energy. What a privilege it was to have known you, to have learnt under your guidance, to teach alongside you in your academy, and to witness your unwavering passion for education. You had a heart that embraced every student, every colleague, and every soul that crossed your path.

He used to always lovingly call his students beta, bete, bitiya, bitto, maa, and so many other tender yet respectful words that made every student feel seen, valued, and cherished. You didn’t just call us by names, Sir, you called us with affection that felt like family.

I remember how you’d always ask for your favourite brownies, saying with that signature grin, “Taste karta sar melt zawn kaas.” I wish I had made them for you one more time. Just one more.

You had dreams… so many dreams. Through your Skillnawayath platform, you aspired to shape young minds and uplift countless students. You were succeeding, Sir. You were building a legacy, and even though you’ve left us midway, your impact will echo through generations. All those dreams now remain suspended, but not in vain. You always used to remind us, “Base without the power of execution is just hallucination.” Those words will continue to drive us, Sir, to carry forward your vision with the same determination you instilled in us.

You touched hearts, Sir. You healed souls with your warmth, your comforting words, your wisdom. You taught us not just subjects, but life. You’d listen—truly listen—to our worries and guide us with patience and sincerity. You constantly sought feedback, eager to improve with every batch, every subject, every class. You didn’t just teach, you poured your heart into it.

Now, the entire town of Bhatkal is speaking of you, remembering the man of integrity, wisdom, and unwavering values that you were. But tragically, you are no longer here to hear the feedback you always sought.

Your janazah was offered twice in two different mosques. How rare. What a beautiful sign of acceptance. You passed away on a Thursday and were laid to rest after the Friday prayer. We believe Allah is pleased with you.

And as we stand here, grappling with the emptiness you’ve left behind, we raise our hands in dua:

May Allah expand your grave and make it spacious. May He fill it with light and ease the questioning for you. May Allah forgive your shortcomings, conceal your sins, and elevate you to the highest ranks of Jannah. May He reunite us with you in the gardens of Paradise.

Sir, you will forever remain in our hearts. Your warmth, your love, your teachings, they are imprinted in our souls. You didn’t just teach us how to study; you taught us how to live, how to love, how to hold on to values when the world tests you.

You are missed deeply. Loved eternally. Remembered always.

With love, prayers, and a broken heart,
A student, a friend, a child whom you taught how to live.