Fred Abbasi

I've knew Fred for little more than a year or so but i cherished every moment with him. Whether it was going to MK, Alladin, birthday parties, clubbing, or whatever else. He was a very generous person. Every time he went out clubbing he would always get a table and allow anyone to come by and join him, whether he knew the person for years or just a week.

After the club we would almost always go to Alladin for the after party. Fred payed for my shisha and food on more then one occasion. I never asked him to but even before i could get a chance to get up and pay myself he had already covered the bill.

I remember at the clubs, Alladin, MK, i would always make him laugh just from my singing and dancing. He called me jukebox because i knew the words to every song. Any song i heard I'd sing to it, whether i new the whole song or just the chorus. Any song i could dance to, i danced to. I didn't care if I looked like a fool sometimes or not. The point was to go out and have some fun and Fred understood that. A lot of times at Alladin he would get up and dance too and the best part was it didn't matter whether there were 5 people there ot 50 people. ?He always knew how to have a good time and wanted everyone else to as well.

Fred and I always had conversations with each other about anything and everything. Work, school, friends, family, life, cars, shisha, music, songs, dancing, clubbing, girls, clothes, "staying fresh", w/e. I guess we kind of had a bond, a connection, on sort of a deeper level. I could tell at anytime what his moods were and he could tell what mine were. If either of us were upset or sad in some way the other could tell. A lot of the time both he and I would be sad, but we would never show it and regardless the other could tell. Sometimes we would be having a conversation and one of us doesnt even have  say much and it is already understood what was being discussed.

Wherever we saw each other we had a regular routine. We dapped each other up, then he would compliment me on my hair, clothes, shoes, w/e, and then i would return the compliment.

Nabeel: Wuttup Fred
Fred: Wuttup Paki Prince. Lookin fresh today man.
Nabeel: Oh thank you bro. You know i learned from the best bro.
Fred: Naww dawg, you need to teach me a few more things man.
Nabeel: Aww come on man. You know to you there's no comparison

There really is no comparison to Fred, AKA Freddy, AKA Farid, AKA Kaka Farid, AKA Fararri F-50. Everything he did was so unique, so special, worked into his own style. Even his speech, no one spoke the way he did. the tone of his voice, the accent. I can stil remember the way he would always say my name, "Wussp Nabeel". His attire was always chilled and laid back GQ. He was a trend setter, always coming out with the new fad. A lot of people brought back the design in hair after getting a shape up, but it wasn't really coming back as a retro trend. As soon as Fred gets the rockstars on the left side of his hair, everyone starts getting similar designs. he brought the mohawk back too

i wish I could have known him for longer than I did, but I'm glad to have spent what little time I did with him. Even though it was only a year it felt as though I had known him my whole life. He was the type of person who would make you feel as if your part of the family without you having to do much to gain that sort of trust.

I didn't hang out with Fred as much I'd like to have, I really didn't hang out with him much at all given the time I knew him, but for those of you who read this and knew Fred longer than I did or spent more time with him then I did [I'm talking to a few people spefically, hope you know who ;) ] be happy for that and know that Allah has blessed you with suchan angel who will always be watching you and will always take care of you. Knowing him longer and spending more time with does make it more difficult now that he's gone, but it also gives you that many more reasons to care for him, that many more reasons to remember him, that many more reason to love him. I love Fred like the brother I never had and cried and to this day sometimes i still cry, not for him passing on, but for me losing a loved one, for all of us losing a loved one.

Rest In Peace Fred Abbasi, a great man. Your Life was so short yet you did so much and touched so many lives. May you continue to touch our lives in the afterlife. You may have left us but our memories of you will last forever. You will forever be missed.

We had to many memories together, and each of them are unforgettable to me...It's funny the one that makes me smile the most is the one about my phone back and how stupidly distraught i was that it didnt match and you didnt even have a reaction and i was so upset, and it turned out you were listening and the next time i saw you, you had gone and gotten me a back cover to match my phone...by that time I had already changed it back to the original but i kept the phone back you got me because it truly meant so much to me...

Another good memory for me was when we went shopping for Samira's birthday...as ALWAYS you were like TWO hours late and by the time you got to the mall it was closing thank GOODNESS I had already picked out  the shoes and dress to get her, but of course mister extraordinary wanted the WHOLE deal! the dress, the shoes, the purse, the earrings, the bracelet...then after we went to Safeway and got her a cake to put in front of her door at midnight cause it would officially be her birthday...It was then that I knew that you truly an amazing guy, and any guy I would meet in the future I would compare to you...You were always outdoing yourself with your surprises and your gifts...

I promise I will never forget our memories, good, bad, happy sad every single one is tattooed on my heart...I will never forget our friendship and the things you taught me while you were alive and after you passed...And I promise I will continue to "party like a rockstar" but only for you <3

I remember my life before Fred passed away. My friends used to tell me I was living it through rose-colored glasses. I never noticed. Now, I do. The leaves on the trees don’t look as green as they used to, and the air outside isn’t as exciting to breathe in. The sun doesn’t even seem to shine the same way. I used to love driving and listening to music, with the wind blowing my hair…now driving is just a burden to take me from one destination to the next. My smile used to never leave my lips, and now…I feel like I am faking it half the time. I used to look forward to seeing Fred everywhere I went…it could have been 3am, but if he was there, I would find a way to get there too…but now, there is nothing to look forward to. Today is just a day, and tomorrow is just tomorrow… and the in-betweens are just minutes passing by…I feel like a living corpse, obeying my bodily functions like a robot, but with no soul. My soul was entwined with Fred…like he used to say, we are one….and now that he is gone, I feel as if my soul left with him.

 

I cant even describe how difficult it is to have your entire life set with someone down to the very last detail, and have it all turn to dust in a minute…however, I know that these words are not right and that as a believer in God and the fact that He never makes mistakes, then I must trust his decision in taking Fred away. Yes, I remind myself this every day but you just can't help the feelings that come in the way.

 

I am sorry Fred that I wasn’t there when you needed me most, that I wasn’t there holding your hand and wiping the blood from your knuckles, that I wasn’t there to give you a soothing kiss on your neck as the gun was held behind your head, and lie to you, telling you everything would be alright... I am sorry that I didn’t know you were home, so that I wasn’t able to let your family know where you were, because maybe if I did, then we would have gotten to you in time. I am sorry that your life ended so shortly, and you never got the chance to be 24, 25, 26, 87, 93….the chance to be a loving husband and caring father.

 

I am not sure how long my lifeline is…but I keep on asking myself Fred, if I live to be 87, will I still remember your every detail. I remember sitting there staring at you for hours, making sure I knew everything about you, internally and externally. For months, I couldn’t look at you straight in the eye. It was hilarious…but then I started to get the courage, and once I did, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Do you remember that time at KD…when we were sitting beside each other as hash and noor went on the sky dive thingie…you sat there with my hand in yours and after looking at them for a good 10 minutes, you started to compare them…saying how green your skin color was…and I did the same thing…I took your hands and looked at your every detail…from the color of your skin to the shape of your fingers to the cracks on your palm…and then I looked at that line in the middle of your palm…the one that is supposed to fortell your lifeline..and it was so long…and I told you Fred…I said, “Fred you are going to live a long life.” And you said, “Okaaaaaay, good.”

  

 A memory that sticks out the MOST for me is a recent one probably in the beginning of May and I was sitting in the passenger seat of your car...we hadn't seen each other in 3 days and you said that you missed me, and I replied with I missed you too. Then you put your hand to my lips, and shook your head and said,“don’t say that”… and I was like why not and you replied with… “Because I should always be there” ....

Fred Abbasi, I know you will always be here, if not physically then spiritually and I will keep you close to me in my every step in life...I know you are seeing how you have changed everyone for the better...only someone as amazing as you could do that...no wonder my nickname for you was Mr. Amazing...

I love you Fred, and always will, and I thank you for all you ever did for me and continue to do for me...may you rest in peace, until we meet again