Maamkakh's Kashmir

Some lives leave their mark through loyalty, devotion, and the steady presence that shapes family, faith, and community. For us, that life was Ghulam Mohammad Tantray, lovingly called Maamkakh.

- Syed Majid Gilani

I remember Maamkakh as the center of our family.

Ghulam Mohammad Tantray came from Manigam, Ganderbal, a village of green fields, flowing streams, and simple lives shaped by rhythm and seasons. He joined our household in Khanqah Moulla, Srinagar, long before my father was born, and he stayed, in one way or another, for decades.

Maamkakh's life unfolded alongside ours: he saw my father grow, then me, and eventually my own children.

Over time, he became part of the fabric of our story, a presence so steady that it felt like a natural part of home itself.

Faith defined him. Rain, snow, or biting cold never kept him from his prayers. Each day, he would walk to the mosque or shrine with unwavering devotion. During Ramzan, he observed every fast, and he often spent hours at Sufi shrines, reflecting and praying. His faith never demanded recognition. It was a silent compass guiding every action.

Maamkakh’s understanding of the world balanced this inner life. Without formal schooling, he stayed aware of events beyond our doorstep.

He had a nose for news, national developments, and even international affairs. For our family, he became a reliable reporter, sharing stories in a calm, deliberate voice that drew laughter, awe, and sometimes disbelief.