Zohra Hajat Jogee 26 March 2018 Kroonstad
Zohra Hajat Jogee
إِنَّا لِلَّهِ وَإِنَّا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعُونَ
The Janazah of marhooma Zohra Jogee (Wife of Shabbir Ahmed Jogee, daughter of marhoom Moosa Hajat & Zuleikha Bibi Hajat) left Kroonstad at 3pm for janazah salaah at Madrassah Hall, 37 Reitz St, Kroonstad.
Remarks by her sister Nafisa re below
“On the death of a friend, we should consider the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfil the promise of our friend’s life also, in our own, to the world.”
(Henry David Thoreau)
Zohra was a philanthropist, someone who gave of herself to all whom she knew & even to those whom she didn’t know. She was the epitome of humbleness & sincerity. A beautiful woman who always had a smile on her face.
In our fast spinning world of technology, where whatsapps & facebook are fast becoming the ‘accepted norm’, Zohra made time for friends & family by picking up her phone & making a personal call.
She never kept tabs on who had last called. We would talk for hours about ” everything & nothing” & I would feel safe to be totally myself with her because we understood & loved each other. She would always give me sound advice & no matter how low I would sometimes feel she could make me laugh.
Zohra had a j’oie de vivre that was palpable. Her husband said to me ,”she was the star of our home…of everything”. I remembered a saying, “you weren’t just a star to me you were my entire sky”.
Zohra was an incredible mother to her four amazing children. She was their source of love, laughter and life and they were her source of pure love and joy always. As a mother in law to her three beautiful daughter in laws she was a mother, a friend & confidant. She cherished her three grand sons who filled her heart with absolute delight!
Zohra gave of herself freely & sincerely, keeping her promises always. She embraced Kroonstad & made it her home. Everyone was welcome in her home & Zohra needed no persuasion to celebrate even her daughter coming home for the holidays was cause for celebration with friends & family.
She was unpretentious, a genuine, loving & kind human being. ‘A gentle soul’.
She was a friend with whom I wanted to grow old with, a friend with whom I wanted to share all my happiness & heartaches…a friend , a sister who, when our grandchildren ask us one day , “who is this”? …we would smile & say “it was them that I had the best days of my life with”…..