Today I salute Umar Ghuman
Every so often I find myself in an unexpected and memorable situation. Today, 1 February 2012, I am reminded of the time I met Umar Ghuman.
I was traveling home to Birmingham on a Virgin train – not something I do often – and I sat at a table with a couple of Pakistani men. They were a fair bit apart in age and it turned out that one was the son of the other. They chatted intermittently for a bit while; I gazed out of the window. I think we exchanged pleasantries.
Then, by chance, the younger man and myself looked at our mobile phones at the same time. They were identical models, and we chuckled at this. The ice was broken just enough.
So when the father excused himself to search for the conveniences (not all that convenient as he was gone some time), his son asked – a little sheepishly – if I’d join him for a drink in the buffet car. If I remember correctly, he felt it a little disrespectful to his father to go alone.
So I did. And we chatted. For some reason I mentioned my Quaker connections and he got excited because he knew some Quakers well. We chatted some more and I learned that he was a member of the Pakistani parliament. He had been in London with his father to negotiate a deal with a large American food chain: the purpose of which, I believe, was to help fund a scheme to get affordable health care (possibly even free, I don’t remember) to vulnerable neighbourhoods in Pakistan.
And then I discovered he had apologised on behalf of Pakistan for the murder of Daniel Pearl.
Ten years ago today, American journalist Daniel Pearl was beheaded by Islamic extremists in Pakistan. Umar Ghuman, this understated chap in a standard-class train carriage, drinking with a stranger out of respect for his own father, had been the man who apologised in public to Daniel’s.
Umar Ghuman, I salute you for that.