Ibby, no….. :-(

I looked up your name to see what you’re up to nowadays and found your memorial online…. I’m heartbroken. We lost touch but I never forgot you. We shared the best of times together and so many great laughs. My mind is flooding with so many memories. I’ve been sitting here reading these lovely tributes and have gathered myself and our ‘best bits’ and would like to add mine. I’m sorry we lost touch and I’m devastated I can’t catch up with you again. The song playing on this tribute page says it all: You burned bright and you’re gone too soon.

When I told my best friend I’d have to write a tribute to you but it would need censoring, she said ‘yeah, but not too much, it’s your message to Ibby ;-) xxx’ so here goes…..

I remember the first time we met like it was only yesterday. You strutted up to me in the Union bar in true Ibby style with a greeting aimed to stun me into silence but my reply back was more shocking to you. Your jaw dropped, you roared with laughter. ‘Do you spit or swallow?’ …. ‘Gargle’. You’d met your match. I could shock you as much as you tried to shock me every time but you had me on the back-foot more often than I did you, to be fair. We became so close and I evolved into your wingwoman - aiding and abetting unsuspecting women into your lair. Big bum, little waist…. Game over.

I’ll never forget the squelchy carpet in your shared house on Turner Street and ‘The Elephants Arse’ sign hanging from the side of the house…. guiding the way into a den of pure madness. Your dearest and constant Uni companions from those days must have been devastated at the shock of losing you so suddenly - my heart goes out to them all. Life back then was endless fun with you. The bashes, the Union bar, playing pool, balls, parties and clubbing out and about around London. Even visits to the library were good craic.

Hombres just off of Oxford Street was our second home - clubbing often twice a week (coming home when the birds were singing at 4am after grabbing a slice of pizza in Leicester Square). We were blessed with the ability to party hard yet still pass exams after last minute study :-) How the hell did we graduate?!!

Your nickname for me was Zero. Thanks for that :-) I hated my chunky ankles yet you kindly offered me the creation of a porn site to celebrate them…. Apparently they were fetish territory…… er, thanks Ibs, but no thanks . At a new job induction I had to play a ‘get to know you’ game and we had to state 3 facts ….one of which was a lie - mine was ‘I was once offered my own porn site’. Thankfully they thought that was a lie so I enjoyed the shock factor of correcting them but it led to many laughs telling them all about my most fantastic partner in crime at Uni.

My favourite memory of all time that still brings laughter into my heart is one of the nights we were going to Camden Palace nightclub. The others were either ahead or dawdling behind us but I remember it being just us two when you pulled this stunt. We were passing a restaurant with a street level window with couples inside enjoying romantic candle-lit meals and you turned your back to them, dropped your trousers and pants and literally smeared your backside down the window between a loving couple. Their cutlery hung mid air, their faces in shock and for what felt like forever I really couldn’t move for laughing. You had long gone and I knew I had to run too but my knees had buckled as I was crying with laughter. I loved you because I never knew what you’d do next. You were a wild one.

We were inseparable for years and chatted many a night away putting the world to rights often with you giving me your male point of view on my latest relationship woes - and when the night dragged on, occasionally you’d crash out at mine, in Luckes, but more fool me one night to think I was safe in your ‘platonic’ presence. I recall heading off to an exam the next day …. an anatomy viva - I had to undress to be the model for my classmate as she was examining my shoulder and she told me afterwards that she and the teacher had shared furtive glances but hadn’t said a word to me, sitting there none the wiser. You had planted a dirty great big love-bite on my back when I was fast asleep and thought it was hilarious. You didn’t wake me that night but I remember you did when we shared a twin room after going to another ball with the TA somewhere…. I went to bed way earlier than you and was in a lovely deep sleep but you woke me up by farting on my head. I thought the roof was coming in!!! You wanted to wake me to tell me all about the latest curvy lovely that you’d successfully won over that night. They were just rabbits in headlights - no chance at all once you started with the charm and the dance moves. ‘Hello boys!’’ was your catchphrase when you ogled a fine pair of boobs and felt robbed when Wonderbra started using that slogan on their posters back then - way after you started it.

I only recently confessed to my family that I used to speed around London on the back of your beloved FZR, just happy to wile away the hours together, stopping off in a service station for a snack in the early hours. You were always there when I needed you. Whenever I needed a pick me up it was ‘fancy a spin?’ ‘yep’ and you’d turn up with the spare crash helmet and off we’d go. One night on the North Circular I told you I’d struggled to keep my visor down and you boasted that’s because we’d just been going 140mph! Oh. My. God.

I guess my family might have suspected we were a bit wild when you visited my home and took my brother out for a spin on the bike. He came back white as a sheet - he didn’t enjoy the speed like me but enjoyed your company coming to London to the clubs with us many times. You always said I was your sister when people asked who I was. You could see their cogs whirring at our obvious differences ….. adopted??! Our mum loved you and your sense of fun and we both laughed so much when we saw you being cheeky on a reality television programme with your mum. My heart goes out to your family as I know you thought the world of them all. I always said you should have gone on Big Brother - destined to be the winner and a celebrity - your personality was too huge for us regular plebs. We must have bored you as your mind worked as fast as lightning and you were always the sun that we all orbited. I stupidly took some of your comments to heart sometimes and let your words burn but your warmth, love of life, fun, gift of laughter, generosity, and dazzle lit up my life like no other. I’ll miss you till the end of my days and wish I could turn back time. I don’t know if I can upload any pics here but there are two that I love especially - one that captured one of our heart to hearts and one that caught one of our moments of madness. I’ll try.

You were a dear and good friend and had moments of chivalry that put you high up on a pedestal to me. I worked at Pizza Hut over the road from the Royal London as a waitress when we were students and you used to walk me home when I clocked off as it was late at night and meant walking back thru the dark alley to Luckes alone. You wanted to make sure I was safe. I used to joke it was for the free pizza but I know you loved me and always looked out for me. Love you Ibs. I was blessed to have you in my life.

I think our friendship was a bit of an enigma to a lot of people - but it was simple …. we shared a very warped sense of humour and just ‘got’ each other. You walked past my room in Luckes once where I was just chilling, watching TV with the door ajar. You barged in, shoved your hands down your trousers, pulled out a fistful of pubic hair and deposited it in my kettle before scarpering off with that booming laugh of yours, leaving me screaming in your wake.

Sadly our lives drifted apart with us taking different roads. I’m so upset and sorry that so much time has passed in what seemed to be the blink of an eye but looking at your tributes you didn’t change one bit and you still partied hard. My best friend who grew to you love too just consoled me with this - she’s very articulate and poetic and I think this is beautiful …..’’our lives are made up of ellipses spinning on an axis, sometimes they circle and overlap for a while and then they circle away’’. 

Basic rule of physics is energy simply changes states so I know you’re only out of sight to us all right now and I need to just wait a while longer for us to see each other again but God knows we’ll bring the house down when we do. God bless you Ibs until we meet again. ❤️

Ibby Qureshi RIP.
I met you for the first time in January you made me laugh so much with your no nonsense take on treatment needed and choice of words and stories of how you said the wrong thing and offended people or got into trouble.  Amazing, best dentist and will be truly missed for your skill, care, sense of humour and love for life. Thinking of all Ibby's family at this sad time.

“Two minutes Turkish”

Ibby Qureshi RIP legend. Thank you for capturing the memories and being an incredible friend. Thank you also for possibly the worst Caribbean holiday experience.....

Not many people can say they lived every minute by being true to themselves.

Ibbyisms:
“Turkish”
“Let me capture the moment”
“Perroni with a dash of lime”
“Any shags to report?”
“They are triple A teeth man”
“I like a bit of meat on my bone”
“Fezz?”

And the rest are too rude to post.....X

1) Tennis and ‘Any Shags to Report’
I first met Ibby at PLTC in 2013 and we have been very good friends ever since.
He was extremely welcoming to me at the club and got me involved....very involved!!

The first thing he said to me after inspecting my teeth was that...... ‘at the club there will be lots of shagging, you will break hearts and have your heart broken......be prepared’. I thought at the time he was mad....however like most things he was so right.

I loved his straight talking, love of laughter and partying. He was intelligent and also very caring.

2) Party!!
We had many excellent times obviously at the Tennis Club however we had other memorable holidays. Including Croyd where Ibby was worried he would be the only ethnic minority in the village. We also saw far too much of Ibby’s body that weekend.... particularly poor Lex (enough said).

Lisbon - where he was worried that he might not be allowed on the plane.

3)The Villa and the ‘one that got away’
Who can forget the Caribbean. Ibby auctioned for a Villa in Tobago at the police ball of all places (the irony). We arrived in Tobago where there was no luxury Villa or at least the Villa was not liveable... let alone the luxury mansion that Ibby promised us!! We were homeless. We instead had to franticly find the nearest hotel. Despite this set back we had super fun with Ibby and the team.... as always.

During that holiday where on the fishing trip Ibby’s rod gets hooked with a 280 pound sail fish however Ibby is too busy on his phone ‘capturing the moment’ that instead of reeling in the monster fish ainbybis fadfjng with his video. The ‘one that got away’....like Ibby’s love life and The Captain of the boat was furious with him.... what a plonker!!

4) En Vogue
We also had Ibby over to the Isle of Wight where we had many parties with my family. He was loved by them as a real character. We took Ibby out on a cold May Day on a speed boat. Although I told everyone to bring waterproofs, Ibby bought some cheap TK Max barley splash proof clothing and he was soaked. He said for years that I saved his life from hyperthermia although all I did was give him my jacket. He was never very good with his choice of clothing. The smelly National Geographic tramps fleece and the horrific Hawaiian shirts and black shirt for ‘special nights’ were yes..... special!!! 

5) No Filter
Ibby was an expert in saying his mind. People would get offended but they were always too prude and serious. It was on edge stuff but he was true to his mantra. I think he was testing people and thrived on the reaction. He did make me laugh!!

There are so many more stories.

I will very much miss my friend and true legend!!

Ibby was the life and soul of our college hall bashes which will endure in our memories as some of the best times we had in college.
Above all he was a kind hearted generous friend who always had time for everyone.
He will be forever loved and missed.
Lochana Nanayakkara

A great friend for over 34 years. Will be sadly missed with his fantastic, larger than life personality, his infectious positivity and yes even his Sid James laugh. Never was there someone who would tell you exactly how he saw it with great honesty and didn't hold back and yet was just as sensitive to how folks felt. For those of us at Dental School, his Laser Bashes were legendary and one of his proudest moments was when he saw his name up there. "The only way is up" (Yazz), will always be a track we remember him by. Still such a shock to realise you aren't around but I'm sure we will celebrate your life very shortly in the best way possible! 

I met Ibby in 2008 when I joined Putney tennis club. `Are you single Wilson?` he asked. There begun a firm friendship. 5 years later my sister was joining the tennis club. She had had an accident and thousands of pounds of dental work. It had not worked and she had a black front tooth (otherwise a rather beautiful girl :). Ibby grabbed hold of her mouth and said - `great middle class teeth, come and see me`. We went over to his studio and he worked on her problem all afternoon. He talked about sport, politics and life while quietly fixing her teeth. At the end of the afternoon he resolutely refused to take any payment whilst berating the previous dentist. 

My sister was diagnosed with cancer and the loud, supposedly difficult Ibby always asked me quietly and with love how she was and asked to be remembered to her. She passed 6 months ago and I was devastated. I saw Ibby at the club and had no idea how to tell him. My heart in my mouth, he told me `Im not very good at these things, Im so sorry Wilson`. Some people burn very brightly. Ibby was one of these people. 

I like to think there are both looking down, raquets finally at rest, a beer in hand, smiling.

My thoughts go out to his family. Sudden loss is very hard. But now I remember the good times, and try to make something good from it. Much love to you all.

"Any shags to report" Ibby generally greeted me in this way, "never mind" he'd add, without waiting for an answer, "once I sort your teeth out you'll be batting these beauties away". I met Ibby through Annie Neill and spent some time with him in Cape Town and Hampshire at a country house; neither place was his natural territory. In the Western Cape we arrived at a very stylish restaurant for lunch. Shown to a table on an elegant terrace with Annie and her sister Susie, I passed the wine menu to Ibby. He studied it with much interest asking a few questions about cape wines. The waitress came over and Ibby told her he wasn't quite ready to order. I was most impressed and waited with much anticipation. On her return we ordered our meals and, looking at Ibby, she asked "and what would you like to drink" - "a can of Fanta, orange Fanta preferably" Ibby answered. I almost chocked on my olives with laughter "what's the matter" he said "don't you like orange". A year or so later we met up near the south coast of Hampshire. As I got off the train at Petersfield, Ibby was waiting for me in his car dressed in trainers and tracksuit, all ready for a weekend in the country. He drove us to a shopping centre with pizzerias and a cinema, bought us tickets for the latest Tom Cruise film and then asked what sweets we wanted - "are you really a dentist" I asked him, "I'm the best dentist you can afford" he laughed as he passed me a bag of cola cubes, pineapple chunks and strawberry and custards while pocketing two cans of Diet Coke. Ibby was less comfortable in the Hampshire countryside than Withnail and I were in Uncle Monty's cottage. I could almost hear him thinking "I've come on holiday by mistake". No sooner had the pandemic put us all under house arrest, than my own dental health deteriorated and I was in much pain. Unable to visit a dentist in Greenwich I called Ibby in desperation and he did what he could for me over the telephone. Eventually I was able to get an appointment with him and miserably trekked over to West London. Laying back, heart beating faster, hands anxiously gripping the armrests of the chair, his masked nurse hovering over me with her plastic tube and the anaesthetic needle pressing into my gum, I looked Ibby in the eye "so Matt, any shags to report". Later that day, as we shared a beer, I felt better than I'd felt in weeks.

God bless you Ibby - I shall miss you. Matt    

Ibby
There are no words at such a sudden loss of someone filled with life . My heart breaks for your brothers and Lyndah and your nephews who loved you so much. As joe said you were one strong character and I too hope you found peace . Gone too soon but you left many memories dor even those who just got to visit with you on your travels to USA.
Heartbroken for those you leave behind xxx
Aine ( with the flat bum) as you always said :)

Each Christmas Season, the pandemic nixed last year, Ibby would come to Houston to stay with his Brother and his brother’s family. His visits where the ‘fun’ part of the holiday as being older Christmas just does not carry the magic it once did for me. Ibby loved to talk politics, finance, history, current events, etc. He was iconic with his trademark Jack and Coke and sharp wit and boy did that wit come out after his second Jack and Coke! It was fun to sit back, watch and chuckle.
Ibby is sorely gonna be missed. Wherever he may be may it be in peace and harmony.
Joe

I have met Ibby on numerous occasions during the years - Linda and Waqar's Wedding(s), Texas and the last time in Las Vegas in 2011 where we all got stuck during the Ash Cloud. He was always fun, loud, a true character who always brightened up our trips. One particular memory stands out when he was visiting Linda (my sister) in our small hometown of Tullamore in Ireland. While out for dinner in the local Indian restaurant he entertained not only our table but the WHOLE restaurant on his stories about his sex life and colorful past escapades.... Needless to say he was the talk of the town for many weeks after that! 
Sincerest sympathy to Waqar and Israr, our thoughts are with you at this sad time. May he rest in peace.

Dearest Ibby words just fail me at your tragic young loss . The happy times we spent together I will always treasure . I was looking forward to seeing you in Vegas this November for the Grand Canyon Trip but alas it wasn’t meant to be . I wish you a peaceful journey to your own heavenly Grand Canyon and please know you will always have a special place in my heart .
Forever Pauline.

So sorry to hear about Ibrars passing. He was such a fun guy and we had so many good times with him during university days and for some years after. His house in Turner Street was a hilarious place..... especially the men’s toilets! I was at wolves poly in the early days and came down to one of Ibrars parties in London it was a great night. I met him through Jane and we were all great friends for so many years. So many memories. Wishing all his friends and family my sincerest condolences xxx

Saying where should I start would be an understatement. Ibby was one of the biggest role models I have had throughout my life and has taught me many life lessons. Though I wouldn’t repeat half the things he tells me to my future children, they will definitely hear many stories about my Uncle. Me along with my family were extremely shocked to hear this upsetting news. Ibby was gone way too soon but he will be with us forever.

Ibrar’s passing is just so very very sad in so many ways. My sincere and deepest sympathies and condolences to Israr, Waqar, Naveed, Nadeem and all of Ibrar’s family who always showed me the greatest kindness. May you rest in peace now Ibrar in eternal life.

I am saddened to hear this news. I hadn’t seen Ibby in years but his presence stayed with me. I knew ibby from Turner Street days, shared student house! Chaotic, messy falling down but always so much life and fun. Ibby was such a warm loving character whose lit a room up when he entered it, although sometimes would shake the room up if an injustice had been done. His zest for life was contagious as was his energy and playfulness. Ibby you really were a legend who gave a lot of fun and happiness to just about everyone you met. You will be very very much missed and my thoughts are with your family and friends. Dude it was a pleasure to have shared a part of my life with you. Xxx ❤️

It was lovely meeting Ibby at Linda and Waqar’s wedding. We’ve enjoyed hearing the funny stories over the years about his trips to Texas! Our deepest sympathy to Waqar, Linda, Liam, Shan, and Dean. Thinking of you all during this sad time xx Lisa and Eoin

The one and only time I met Ibby everyone was surprised we had not met previously since I had known Waqar, Linda and their family for so many years. The reason we hadn’t met earlier is because his visits to Texas always overlapped my own out-of-state trips to see family. Still, in the brief time we spent together, I was impressed and enjoyed his outspokenness and humor.

Ibby and I had only been together a couple of years when my father passed away. He unexpectedly found himself following my fathers coffin down the church aisle under the gaze of Hampshire’s gentry. After the service Ibby was approached by members of the congregation wanting to share their condolences, Ibby introduced himself as my lover. I later asked if thought it were an appropriate introduction given the occasion, to which he retorted I thought it would break the ice. Needless to say my father thought Ibby was the only boyfriend I had had that was up to the job.

Ibby! This is a complete shock! I always looked forward to your visits. Your love for family is one of the many things I loved about you. I still remember the first time we met. Waqar, you, my father-in-law and I were up late putting together Christmas toys for the kids in the garage in the cold. Gone way to soon. You will be missed. My thoughts and prayers are with the family.

Gosh can't believe I'm writing this and so sad to be.

Will miss Ibby, his outrageousness, his heart, kindness, wit and eccentricity. As everyone says one of a kind. Always gloriously himself.

When I joined PLTC he was one of the first people I met and knew I clicked with- felt like an unlikely friendship. Ibby always made people feel like they mattered even when he'd just met them . He quickly gave me the lowdown on the social scene, sharks of PLTC, years of historic gossip plus inappropriate words and questioning which definitely broke the ice. I don't think I have many/any memories of PLTC without him.

When my mum had some dental issues I sent her to him and over the next few years third or fourth question after my love life focussed on my mum's teeth.

When I left PLTC with all the injuries and was feeling pretty low it was so nice to have kept in touch and meant a lot. He checked in that I was okay and invited me to the parties. Enjoyed houseparty phone chats and outrageous WhatsApp updates over lockdown - always had something fun, shocking to say, always cared.

I'm annoyed at myself that didn't get to see him recently and hope he's up there belly laughing, Peroni drinking and smashing a ball around.

Ibby was a guy who was always controversial but meant so much to a lot of people - I really hope he knew how much!

X

Ibby. The largest character I have ever known. Met at Medical/ Dental School and ended up living in the same house. What an amazing time. Parties, Discos, Nightclubs. Lots and lots of laughs. He really was the life and soul of the party. A good friend, a top tennis player and an exceptional dentist. An often outspoken, unfiltered, and brutally honest bloke. Often uncomfortably so, but that’s Ibby!
Ibby. You are a top lad. You will always be remembered and missed by so many people whose lives you touched.

It's a complete shock to hear of ibbys passing .
Having known him like many since uni days , he was a popular student with plenty to say about everything. He was the life and soul of the party wanting to take centre stage whenever he could, and over the years I think we all wondered whether he would mellow but to no avail!.
He accompanied me to my travels in Thailand in 2019 and although he drove me and my school friend Richard loopy at times, he was a barrel of laughs! . He said he couldn't wait to go back but unfortunately the pandemic put a stop to a further trip.
He loved being a dentist but was often frustrated by the system and never held back in making his feelings known.
Always available to help a friend his life was the Putney lawn tennis club and all that he knew there .
He was kind enough to invite me on numerous occasions in order to meet some of his new friends that he had made there.
I only saw him 3 weeks ago and it's devastating to know that we will not see him again.

I first met Ibby when I attended his dental surgery in Putney in 1999. On arrival I went to shake his hand and introduce myself. I was flabbergasted to be greeted by a very large and loud burp. Rather shocked by this, I then proceeded to ask him if he could fill my cavity. What a mistake!! As you can imagine, he had a very non medical response to my request!! This set the tone for our relationship for years to come.
Ibby was a very complex character. He had a very big personality. (not the only thing that was big about him, so he told me!)The best analogy I could think of for Ibby is a deck of cards. 
To me, he represented the characteristics and traits of various cards in a standard pack. That said, he was seldom seen in a suit!! The black track-suit bottoms being his synonymous fashion item. Purchased in 1979 they had lasted him well (though they had been reseated 27 times!). He confided in me by telling me he had only washed them once! Apparently, that was on a hot wash!! He tried to use this explanation to account for the fact they got tighter as he aged!

With the playing cards in mind, we all know he could be a bit of a drama Queen at times. Though he was usually straight to the point and pretty flush. He will be remembered for being the joker in the pack. He was a born gambler and lived life on the edge. He had his moments, and had the propensity to call a spade a spade. What is not in doubt, is that his heart was in the right place. He was a jack in the box, an ace bloke, the porn King and a diamond geezer. He was one of the oldest clubbers on the London nightlife scene!! 
He had a number of very satisfied patients from the Club. He was a skilled dentist and very good with his hands. He could play the dummy but usually came up trumps. He wasn't noted for his bluffing but could be poker faced when he wanted to be. 
In recent times he was somewhat of a reformed character. He had managed to lose a lot of weight and had given up drinking. As a direct result of these lifestyle changes his outlandish behaviour and charisma seemed to ebb away. He had lost so much weight that pontoons were once again safe.
At times, his grasp of the English language was somewhat limited. That said, if he had entered Mastermind, his specialist subject would be ''expletives'', the over use thereof PLTC 1990-2021. A few years ago I suggested that he had elocution lessons in order that he might become more articulate. I knew things were going to be difficult when he responded by saying,  I am not very good at wiring and I don't drive lorries!! 
He was a solid team level tennis player back in the late 1990's. He had a metromic forehand and played hard and fair (though I am still sure that my backhand at match point was in. I am not sure if he ever cottoned on to the reason I gave him Specsavers vouchers for his birthday!) He would play with people of all standards and was noted for his extrovert behaviour and attempted matchmaking!!
A party animal!! His FOMO was so bad he will be gutted not to be going to his own wake!! I will drink a few for him! Since his death was announced, shares in both JD and Peroni have slumped so much that ''profit warnings'' have been issued! 
Not noted for his culinary expertise, I recall asking Ibby to pass me the condiments. 5 seconds later, I had to point out that I wanted the salt and pepper and not a 12 pack of Trojan feather lite!! It comes as no great surprise, that since Ibby's passing the Macdonald's drive thru in Hanworth has been reduced to single lane traffic! Apparently the Basmati rice mountain is already higher than Everest!

In adversity he had shown real dedication to his immediate family. He was an all rounder, a legend at PLTC, played very hard and worked hard. A dedicated dental professional with a big heart of gold and a caring nature.  You are leaving behind a very big void.

I would say to my old mate Ibby .........''rest in peace'', but I can imagine he is already on a double JD and coke, annoying Dick Bates by asking him if he's had any action and considering launching a new nightclub. Perhaps Heaven (II) !!. 
RIP

Sincere sympathy to all Ibby's family on the tragic loss of Ibby way too soon. Our thoughts are with you Waqar, Linda and the boys at this very difficult time. We didn't know Ibby personally but always enjoyed hearing the colourful stories about his visits to Texas. Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam uasal.
Yvonne & Ollie

“When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as
the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.”
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

Ibby, Ibby, Ibby what can one say. Uni friend, flat mate, old mate and at times old git..... We loved you and I've known you long enough to know you well. Never one to shy away from saying what no one wanted to say, there was never an elephant in the room with Ibby. I will miss you (the parties at the tennis club, the comments, the Ibbyness) such a shame.
M

I didn’t realize that when I married Waqar I would be gaining a very outspoken , no filter, outrageously funny and at times not so funny , brutally honest brother in law. While Ibby and Waqar appeared very opposite, they both had in common their sense of humor , kindness, and loyalty to family that strongly bonded them. Our whole neighborhood would look forward to Ibbys visits. He marched to a different beat and brought energy and laughter wherever he went. We are all just heartbroken. God bless you Ibby. 

We first met in Vegas when we encountered Ibby’s great uncensored sense of humour. Never looked back and had many fun times over the years.
Last had a socially distanced meeting when we dropped by his house in Twickers few months ago. Really shocked to hear the news and will miss him.
May his soul rest in peace.
Arv and Natalie

It breaks my heart to receive the unfortunate news about your great loss of your brother, my dearest Waqar. My condolences and deepest sympathy for the loss of one of the most cherished-person to you and your family; your bother Ibby. It’s hard to lose someone who meant so much to all of you. Just remember how it felt to laugh with him and be loved by him. I hope the memories will bring you some comfort in time. I know it is not easy!!
God bless his soul in this sacred time of holy month of Ramadan.

Deepest Sympathy to Waqar and Israr on the passing of their dear youngest brother Ibby. Awful shock so sudden full of life and too young to die.May his soul rest in peace. We will miss the fun guy from the Texas Holdem at Xmas in Texas.
God Bless you Ibby
Anne Mc Fadden

Very saddened to hear news today of my friend Ibby. I shall say a prayer for him here in the Swiss Alps and my thoughts are with his closest friends and family. Wads.

My dear little brother,
You left suddenly and did not even say goodbye
Your life was a blessing
Your memory was a treasure
You are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.

You will be missed by all Ibby! If you weren’t making me laugh, you were checking my teeth!

You had a huge heart and just fun to be around. Always living life to the fullest!

I’ll miss you buddy

Deepest sympathy to all who grieve for and mourn Ibby. It is a tragic loss of a life taken way too young, far too soon. My thoughts and prayers go out to all Ibby’s family especially Waqar, Linda (my cousin) and their sons. May Ibby’s soul rest in peace. Ar deis De go raibh a anam.

My deepest sympathy to Waqar, Linda, their sons and family on the passing of Ibby, R.I.P. it is always so very sad to lose a family member. 

In 1971, Ibby came to visit us in the US with his brothers and parents. I found him so delightful, very happy, utterly cheering and full of life. But now, he is no more!
May Allah SWT give patience to all of us. May Allah SWT forgive him. Have mercy upon him and bless him with Jannah . Ameen

This larger than life character, my youngest brother left us way too soon. It is a shock I am trying to cope with. He will be remembered by all who knew him as a generous and loving being. He has left a huge void in my life. He was close to and very proud of my kids. My wife and I are devastated.
I will write more in time. I know this is supposed to be a tribute.