Dr. Emad Ul—Mulk Minhas was an extremely hard working man, also the kindest and most generous person you could meet. He helped thousands of people around the world as a doctor, friend and confidante. Emad had a unique sense of humour, boundless generosity and many stories of his time spent growing up in Uganda and travelling the world. He qualifed as a doctor in Pakistan and worked in three different continents before settling in England.
Since they met, Emad and his beloved wife Husna worked hard together and enjoyed many experiences together meeting a lot of people. I knew him as a father and a friend, who never gave up on me and was full of surprises.
Emad passed away at home with his beloved family around him, all praying with him.
Thanks for having the strength to look after us, making us laugh and never asking for directions…we miss you dad.
We are doing a Chaliswa for Dr Emad Minhas Our Dad on Sunday 22nd of June at Rio Grande hall
144 Woodhead Rd, Bradford BD7 1PD at 3pm, there will be Dua followed by food. It would be good if you can make it.
Please let us know how many people will be coming for catering planning.
Thank you
Honeyia and Fowad
Please email emadminhas@fowad.com
Please leave your condolences, stories of the time you spent together, how he made you feel or anything you want to share about my dad.
He always thought of people fondly and remembered all he met in his prayers. In the last few years he always replied to “How are you?” with a smile and “All the better for seeing you!”
We met Dr Emad at the Dementia Cafe. My parents and the doctors became friends and they shared many fond memories, love and laughter together. As a daughter and carer for my parents, their connection filled my heart with joy. Dr Ji was always willing to take part in group activies and his winning smile was so uplifting. I lost my dearest father last year and was heartened that they came to Dad’s funeral and the whole family came to Dad’s Barsi. When there is a Heart felt connection nothing else matters. Their son Fowad, his wife Farah and their adorable baby who was born on what would have been my Dad’s 94 birthday have become close family friends. We thank God for all these wonderful connections and wish peace on the soul of dear Uncle Ji, Dr Emad Minhas
Mrs Hardeep Kaur and Kiran Kalsi
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My dad and Uncle Ji used to share many happy stories of Ugandan and Kenya, before setting up a home in the UK at the Dementia cafe.
Uncles smile and his love for his wife was there for everyone to see and appreciate. Reminiscing of the days gone by and how they met and their wonderful family would always bring a smile to him and those listening.
We will always remember Uncle and his joy of Ayman birth.
You meet special people in life and Uncle you were definitely special.
Respect and love to all the family, Mr & Mrs Padam and Kalvinder xx
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Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullah,
I first met Dr. Minhas around 25 years ago, when I was just a fresh-faced GP trainee at his practice on Swinnow Road in Pudsey. I was nervous, trying to find my footing — and there he was: calm, soft-spoken, with a twinkle in his eye that said, “Don’t worry — you’ll survive general practice… eventually.”
He had that peaceful presence that made you feel everything would be okay. Humble, always kind, and occasionally delivering a one-liner so dry you’d only catch it five minutes later — and then wonder whether he actually meant it. That was his humour: quiet, clever, and always perfectly timed.
As time went on, I had the honour of working with him again as an appraiser for NHS England. And let me tell you, he brought the same level of thoughtfulness and sincerity to everything he did. He wasn’t loud about it, but his work spoke outvolumes. He was deeply committed to his patients and colleagues — never for show, always from the heart.
To me, he was more than a trainer or a colleague. He was a mentor, a role model, and a bit like a father figure — though much more patient with my GP reports than my actual dad would’ve been.
He also set the bar high as a husband. The way he treated Lady Dr Husna — his beloved wife — was like watching something out of a romantic novel. Honestly, he treated her like a queen. And he gave us all this unforgettable advice: “Say ‘I love you’ to your partner at least once a week — if not every day.” Some of us are still trying to catch up on those missed weeks!
The last time I saw him was at Anissah’s wedding, his friends daughter and she is also my daughter’s good school friend He was very frail by then. And yet — he came. He showed up. Because that’s who he was. He didn’t want to miss the wedding of his late friend’s daughter Dr Hussain . He came to honour that friend, to share in the joy, and to be present, even when it wasn’t easy. That one act said everything about the kind of man he was — loyal, caring, and full of grace. May Allah grant his late friend peace and Jannah as well.
Dr. Minhas leaves behind a legacy not just in medicine, but in character. He taught us how to care for patients, how to value our families, and how to live with humility and purpose.
May Allah (SWT) forgive his shortcomings, elevate his rank in Jannat-ul-Firdous, and grant patience and strength to our dear Husna and all his loved ones.
He will be missed deeply — but remembered with love, respect, and even the occasional smile.
Jazakum Allahu Khairan.
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My memories of lovely Emad go back to when I was a child and my mum, Jean Peacock, worked for the great partnership at the Gables Surgery. I remember how he had a lovely warm manner with the patients and a sense of humour that put me at ease.
I remember when I had a car incident on M62 as a very young adult and was absolutely fine though before I knew it he’d written me a sick note for 2 weeks off work as he knew I was overdoing it and it was a lucky escape that time. He was right and did me a favour to slow things up and wouldn’t take no for an answer which my parents were grateful for.
He served the community in such a humble and caring way and made everybody feel important.
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