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Tuesday, 16 December 2008

General Amir Faisal Alvi’s brave daughters remember their great father...

Maj-Gen Amir Faisal Alavi’s daughter remembers him

Saturday, November 22, 2008 (The News)

By News Desk

WASHINGTON: The daughter of late SSG commando, Maj-Gen (retd) Amir Faisal Alavi, who is in the US, has sent a letter on her memories of her father. She writes: “I vaguely remember asking my dad when I was five, how old was your dad when he passed away, papa? I remember my dad’s surprised look and laughingly, he said, 61, why?, Ooo, I said, You have a long way to go. I was wrong, so wrong.You went much earlier, papa.

“Born a British national in Kenya, Alavi came to study at Abbottabad Public School, but later his love and zeal for the military prompted him to renounce his British nationality. He wrote to Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, asking him to grant him Pakistani nationality so he could join the Army and that is exactly what happened, he got his wish. “My earliest memories are of my dad splendid in his uniform, no nonsense formidable soldier attitude and at the same time he was an easygoing person, very humble, compassionate, but very fearless. He just loved flirting with danger, it was almost as if he thrived on it. He had this amazing energy around him that’s hard to describe, just the word military would bring a sudden change in his behaviour, it would be hard to control his enthusiasm, the energy radiating from him, he drained life source from it.

“He had an amazing unending compassion for people and a heart so large I doubt it ever had walls. All you had to do was ask him and he would give it to you. He told me once, always look after the people below you because that is really what shows what kind of a person you are. He taught me not to judge people based on wealth, caste, their status, colour but judge them on their hearts. His magnanimity astounded me even at people who had hurt him badly. I never understood how he forgave people but he always said to me ‘Leave it to God’. “I still remember his enthusiasm while going on for a Wana operation and me as always complaining, ‘dad you are a general, honestly how many generals themselves go out in an operation?’ He said, ‘You fight from the top, the bottom will follow the top, and if I lead, my soldiers will follow.’

“I remember him putting a hand in his uniform and taking out a small medallion with Sura Yasin on it, saying what’s this?, while me and my sister continued to attach small medallions or Suras and prayers to his uniform. He would always say, ‘I am a soldier, I have no family. And that is what always scared me, my sister and mom to death.’ I remember whenever I was in distress or panic, he would gently admonish me, saying ‘Be brave, You are Faisal Alavi’s daughter, remember who you are,’ but I can be distressed now can’t I, papa, you are there no more, who do I turn to now? “I could write a whole book on my father but a part of me wants to keep those memories to myself because that’s all I have left of him. He is no more; all I have are his memories with me.

“I think it was unfair of fate to give me so little time with you, papa. You were my best friend, my saviour, my superman more than you were my dad and now you left me alone. Every time, I pick up my cell, my fingers automatically dial your number only to realise there is no papa anymore at the other end. “I think the way you went away was cruel, and the people who did it were cowards but knowing you, I can say that is certainly the way you would have wanted to go. I know your only regret is you did not have a weapon to shoot one or two, but papa, if you had one, those cowards would never have come near you. “I don’t think I ever told you this dad, even though it’s a bit late now, I just want you to know how very proud I am to be your daughter, papa. I was truly blessed to have a great soldier like you as a dad. I won’t cry I promise, because I am your daughter but how can I not be sad knowing I won’t hear you, meet you or hug you ever again. I will really miss you, papa, I did not only lose my father, I lost my best friend, my saviour, my superman.

“I promise you, papa I will fulfil every dream of yours. I will be strong, just don’t be mad at me for this moment of weakness, I lost you, let me have a moment of weakness, but I won’t go weak ever papa. I will take care of everything. I just want you to rest in peace papa, you worked a lot its time for you to rest. Amen.”




This is how General Alvi's daughters defended their great father on a Pakistani blog funded by PML-N and Jamaat Islami

aza Says:
December 16th, 2008 at 4:28 pm



i am the proud daughter of Maj General(R)Faisal Alavi ! i have my facts right ! do u ? A retired senior officer is killed in such a brutal way and the only thing u ppl can come up with is how he looked and how he had links with Britain ? yes he was born in Kenya because his parents were settled there but he came to Pakistan when he was 12 yrs old and he loved it ! and his passion for his country grew and he joined the forces to serve his country. how convenient is it to call a person traitorwithout knowing anything. he gave 35 yrs of his life to the forces ! and this is wat we can up with.. a thankless nation !

it hasnt even been proved that he gave the letter to a british journalist !

dunt follow the media as if watever it says is the truth and use ur brains !

because in every profession there are jealousies..he was an outstanding officer and he got more importance than others because of his calibre and thats wat others didnt like. he was a target to a conspiracy.. nonetheless the main point is that my father loved pakistan and the army and thats a fact and i dunt need to prove that because everyone who knew him can vouch for that!

manidr Says:
December 16th, 2008

Dont just start talking and criticizing about things you have no idea about . First of all my father renounced his Bristish citizenship he was not a dual national he gave it up to join Pak army .Secondly all you calling him names stop it . Cowards only talk from behind doors MY dad maybe dead we are not > Ask u we ll answer …. HOW dare you call my father a traitor ….EVen if you do you are no on to decide .. we all forgetin life we may not get justice but im waiting for the end the perect justice because GOD makes no mistakes .

Stop your abuses and talk like humans first.

we are his daughters but i assure you we are not weak or cowards like you . Talk about him we will answer you .

and stop hurling abuses . talk like humans first. There is no treason nothing . Go and meet someone who had met my father even once dont act like riff raffs blowing whistles on the street .

and some mr up there who said if your father had committed treason he sould be punished > What the heck are you talking abt?

All the letter said was his request for his medal of service that is all.,
my father never discussed official mattters with anyone .

im gen alavis elder daughter i will answer you.

Give me proof my father said that. The letter published doenst state anything regarding northern province

Most of the people are not aware the people raising riots in northern areas are not i repeat they are not Pakistanis . THey have no ove for this country they are from other countries if they are so worried about the state of Islam as they claim to be why are they not fighting from their own countries why are they residingin our country creating problems with in and causing the whole world to point fingers at us.
I strongly think no matter who ever it is rioting in Norther area i dont care wt religion he is form what is his caste wtever who ever is dusruppting peace in our country should be eliminated .

I dont think you have been following news closely over the years most of the militants donot belong to pakistan . Tell them go fight in their own country dont use our land for terrorism

As to the comments published in the news
i mean people will say what everthey can say I have yet to see a murderer or a guilty man accept in open public he committed a crime . when confronted they all blame the other person.

All these allegations are totally baseless there is no domestic dispute, no sectarinism , and no other cause as these people claim .
IF we still till today have not been able to find Benazirs killers or gen musthtaqs killers i have no expectations either

I told you before , we all await perfect justice

I remember 2 -3 years back complaining to my father the state of the military he just told me one thing
Army is an institution dont blame an institution for anything ever its the man at the top who governs it. he makes it great or bad
similarly , in answer to someone above who said who can be someone right and belong to the army mafia .

All overthe world people call Pakistan a terrorist state ….assuming you are from PAkistan , it means you are one too? isnt it

jsut because one or 2 people are bad doesnt mean the whole lot is bad

I told you before if you want to know about my father ask some one who knows him. Dont ask a gen dont ask a major , a col ask a normal soldier ask a jawan about him.

My father was never the regular general . His mentor was Brig T. M
he taught me something he learned from him. LIfe is with your soldiers he taught me
he told me how good a peron or human you are does not show from the amount of seniors that are happy with you it shows from the amount of normal jawans are happy with you. We never celebrated a single eid with our relatives . we celebrated them in the mountains and wilderness of cherat with th jawans . Eid with the troops he always said.
THere may be danger to us no doubt but my father was never scared and so are we. HE had only 2 daughters that is all.

The grief of my dads killing was overhsadowed by the countless love of people i saw on his funeral, the letters i received condoling.Even in our grief we wont let anyone of you malign our fathers name.

There is no one amongst you who would rise and be bold enoughh to speak knowing you would be killed yet you continuing asking us questions or throwing dirt on my fathers name. I wont stop you people you have your minds and your thinking but i grieve for my father who left another country to serve this nation only to recieve comments of traitor in the end

For the last time im telling you he renounced his citizenship when he joined the army .

No dont spare us dont show us mercy the people on this forum have already showed alot of mercy.
A war was started now finish it.You people didnot think of anything when you were slinging dirt on my father. NOw dont back off . finish the fight you started.

WHo killed him? who killed him indeed? when you find the killers of benazir and gen mushtaq i will tell you.

I wont say a word about who killed him but i told you before i await perfect justice. EVen if you hang his killers today you cant bring my father back .

I forgive the people who killed him . In this life we may not get justice but i wait for perfect justice i wait for the day when no one like you is there to sling mud and when GOd decides. I just await to join my father that is all i do.

Dont go back on you words now because you discovered his daughters are on this forum. People did not think when they were slinging mud and dirt at him.

ALl you people see is british journalist …..damn thats a treason without a thought without a ponder you speak . I dont blame any of you. May GOd show you light is all i can say.

manidr Says:
December 16th, 2008 at 8:51 pm

Brigadier (r) Samson Simon Sharaf

It is the destiny of every professional soldier to lie in wait for a day that may never come and yet be prepared if it does even at the peril of his life. Soldiering for me and my friends like Alvi, spans those romantic expanses of military life through all its peaks and valleys, which none other than soldiers grasp; and always leading towards a horizon of ideals that no other profession can rival.

The honour of the country is paramount; that of the men one commands the next; and self, the last

It is only this profession that reaches the closest zeniths of ideals, as its brave soldiers are expected to sacrifice their today for the tomorrow of others; the ultimate destiny for a professional soldier whenever the need so arises.

Such are the rallying points to build courage when valour seems to fail; to regain faith when despair abounds; and to create hope when it is forlorn. It is the integration and internalising of this code that arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which was and will be, with me always

We belong to the breed of officers that volunteered for the Army after the tragedy of 1971. These 36 years have taught us to be proud as well as be unbending in honest failure. It opened vistas of true wisdom and meekness of strength. Our emotions were not ours alone but also shared by every individual of the armed forces. There was therefore always, a temperate will, a quality of imagination, vigour of the emotions, an appetite for adventure and the resolve to win back the lost honour.

The day I joined Pakistan Military Academy, a group of seniors especially came to see me. Though I spoke lucid English, they were all amused to hear me speak urdu in typical Lahori dialect. A just for fun ragging was followed by a visit to the cafeteria, where we chanced to talk of our linkages with Pakistanis in Kenya, my sister being one. I was impressed the way he talked of Pakistan and the army. It was later I learnt that he had renounced his British moorings only to join the army.

Alvi loved to flirt with danger. In boxing he took on Talat, a cadet twice his weight and danced around him. In assault course, he set a record and jumped obstacles so reminiscent of the safari land he came from. He ran like a true Kenyan marathon runner and would always lead in the grueling nine miles run

In 1973, we did our adventure parachuting course together. We were instructors together in School of Infantry and Tactics and did our Staff course in Quetta in 1985 in the same batch. That’s when we both got our second daughters.

We had frequent contacts in 1999-2000 when he commanded the SSG and I was in Military Operations. Then again when he was a Major General, we worked together on the Heliborne Rapid Reaction Force.

After our retirements, we usually brushed shoulders at Tai Pan Restaurant of PC Rawalpindi. Despite the unceremonious exit, he had not lost his bubbling demeanor and confidence. He was just the same.

To me he remains a living memory of a young teenager shouting ‘four men left door’ as we prepared to jump from the 34 feet tower. He was so full of life, vigor and energy

the above article was written by a juinor of his
manidr Says:
December 16th, 2008 at 8:53 pm

this is an article written by my father at the killing of his favorite officer lt col haroon

A tribute to Lt Col Haroon ul Islam

Maj Gen Amir Faisal (R)

The untimely and very unfortunate death of Lt Col Haroon ul Islam, a very fine and motivated Special Services Group officer, has driven me to write a little tribute to this young and energetic officer of the Special Service Group of the Pakistan Army who was loved by all and sundry. The day he embraced “shahadat” at the hands of these misguided and ignorant fanatics, I received a telephone call from my daughters in the USA at 4.00 am in the morning. Answering the call a little annoyingly, being a little groggy as I was fast asleep, I asked them whether they realized what the time was in Pakistan. “Papa, haven’t you heard the news, Uncle Terra, (as they affectionately and be musingly used to call him) has been killed in the Lal Masjid operation!” They were visibly perturbed at the news. This made me jump up from my bed as I sought further details from them. They had been surfing the net in Maryland, USA, when they bumped into this news. It was daytime in the USA.

I told them that I knew he was there as I had talked to him the first day that he had arrived in Islamabad and I had wished him the very best, having full confidence in his capabilities and boldness as he had served under me when I commanded the Special Services Group as Commander Special Services Group and later on when I came back again to the Special Services Group as the first GOC SSG, I did my best to get him back into the SSG as the Commanding Officer of Zarar Anti Terrorist Unit, whose command had now been upgraded to that of a Lieutenant Colonels’ from that of a Major and which he had commanded earlier during my first tenure as a Major. My efforts eventually bore fruit and he did come back but was posted back in a late time frame and by that time, I had been retired and we did not get to serve together again.

I felt his loss at his not being there when the SSG was tasked to move to Waziristan to rescue the two Chinese hostages who had been kidnapped from the Gomal Dam by Abdullah Mahsuds’ terrorist cronies. The previous company commander had been posted out and Zarar Company now having been re-designated as Zarar Anti – terrorist Unit awaited its first Lieutenant Colonel and, obviously, for me there was no better choice than Haroon ul Islam whose name I passed to the Military Secretary’s Branch, which, to my utter dismay, took its time in posting him back and hence, he was not available for this operation. The unit thus moved for the operation without a commander and to cater for that I sent Lieutenant Colonel Waseem Ayub, also a good officer the Headquarters Special Services to command the unit for this operation as all the young Captains in the unit were very new in it and lacked the requisite experience. Zarar did well as expected, killing all five kidnappers and rescuing one of the two Chinese, taken hostage. The other Chinese, very unfortunately, came in the crossfire and died of his wounds. It was my firm belief and it still is till today that had Lieutenant Colonel Haroon been around, we would have managed to rescue the second Chinese too. I reiterated this belief of mine to the Military Secretary when I saw him the next time, only to get in return, a sheepish smile.

He need not have been there when his troops were laying that breaching charge against the Lal Masjid walls but true to his nature of always leading from then front, he was there. As the SSG had been doing this with stealth for the last few days, it appeared that the terrorists inside were alert this time and as they withdrew after laying the charges and to explode them, a burst of fire erupted in the dark out of which two bullets hit the gallant Haroon, one in the leg and the other below the neck. The one below the neck proved fatal. Major Tariq who was also hit in the pelvis and the other few men picked up Haroon and withdrew his body to safety by returning fire in the dark in the direction from where the fire had come. This warriors’ time was ended as per destined. He had already done a lot since his arrival at the spot just a few days back. He had personally sited all his snipers who took in one volley a heavy toll of the terrorists. The terrorists never showed their heads again knowing that they were now dealing with some real professionals. His men if they move in now to clear the terrorists will move in with a vengeance. The terrorists will stand no chance against his highly trained commandoes. It will take them only a few minutes if the approval is accorded.

One day he came to me and requested that he wanted to do the High Altitude High/Low Opening freefall parachutist course at the Parachute Training School in Peshawar. This was a course which was both dangerous initially and equally thrilling and I knew that every SSG officer wanted to do this course for the challenge. “No way,” I said, “your outfit has nothing to do with sky diving. You ought to concentrate on your primary job which is hostage rescue and anti terrorist duties.” I enjoyed the way he kept pestering me for the course and also sent his good friend the Officer Commanding the Parachute School to recommend him for the course. Finally, I submitted to his request and he delightfully went for the course. The Officer Commanding the Parachute School kept me informed about the course and it was news for me to learn that Haroon had topped the course and had completed his jumps but wanted to jump again the next day as there were some officers and men who still needed to complete his jumps. I accorded the permission on being impressed at his standing out so well in the course.

The next day I was in Tarbela witnessing some exercise when it was conveyed to me that there had been a parachuting accident at the Durrani drop zone in Peshawar and two officers had been seriously injured and one of them was Haroon ul Islam. I left for Peshawar immediately and went straight to the CMH. There I met the OC Parachute School who explained that during the last jump Haroons’ and another officers’ parachutes had collided in midair and Haroons’ leg had got entangled with the lines of the other parachute once they were at 800 feet above ground level. This had made the canopies of both the parachutes collapse into cigarette rolls and also gets into a spin, which in turn increased the descent speed of the parachutes over five times. Resultantly, both of them had come hurdling towards the ground and had hit it at a speed which virtually made dust rise which could be seen at a distance. “Will they survive?” I asked worryingly. The Officer Commanding Parachute Training School replied in the affirmative but told me they had bad injuries.

Haroon had broken his pelvis badly and the fall had badly rattled his bones. I saw him as he was brought back from the X-ray department. Meanwhile, my wife who also lived in Peshawar had also reached the hospital and was with me as he emerged in the Officers ward on a stretcher. Happy at seeing him alive, “I knew you’d do something on this course and you’ve done it”. I joked with him in a mean manner. He managed a smile till my wife asked him how he was feeling. “I am in great pain, Bhabi, “he whispered to my wife”. Okay, but don’t show it to anyone here, you are a brave commando and are known as such, my wife whispered back to him and then went straight to the doctor to tell him to administer him a pain killer. The next day Haroons wife was also there and then we saw his entire pelvis and leg plastered with his leg hauled up and a weight dangling on the other side.
It was while he was on crutches that General Parvez Musharraf was appointed as the Colonel in Chief of the SSG and dinner at Cherat of all SSG serving and retired officers was followed by a musical evening and once the musical group, the Jupiters started playing the Bhangra song, the entire SSG as well as General Parvez Musharraf watched as they saw a person on crutches coming upfront in front of the stage to do the Bhangra. And then the entire SSG jumped in to do the Bhangra! That very evening, he rattled out in Punjabi, a poem dedicated to his city, Lahore. He was a very proud Lahori and this poem of this exalted the virtues of the city of Lahore.

Most of his sisters live abroad in Canada; I hear they are on the way to their family home to attend their brave and courageous brothers’ last rites. His elder brothers loved him too. He was their little brother that they were so proud of a professional commando officer, their kid brother! I think about the agony his wife and two little daughters would be in at this stage. The elder one was very attached to him. The younger one may be too young to ever remember her father, later. His family has lost him at the hand of those terrorists who profess to be better Muslims then the others, with their perverted intolerantly indoctrinated minds. What about his loving mother who doled over him, so much as he was her youngest son! Is it gratifying for her to learn that her courageous son, having survived Kargil, having survived such a dangerous parachute accident, having survived so many ordeals of commando life, finally met his end at the hands of so called Muslims or as they proclaim to be, better Muslims. We remember his mother shouting angrily at the SSG officers to put her son down as he could get injured when they were tossing him in the air on his wedding day, as per SSG tradition. Jolly good fellow as they call it in the Army and making one airborne as they call it in the SSG. For his mother, this was no tradition. She was simply shocked to see him being tossed real high in the air as he as well as his friends laughed. “Put my son down,” she ordered “You will hurt my Bubloo”, she said to the now startled SSG officers.

His men simply loved him for his straight forwardness, professional honesty and leadership qualities as the SSG calls for much higher leadership qualities as officers in the SSG have to lead from the front to be respected by their troops. To be really respected by the troops in the SSG is an acid test of leadership qualities. The SSG will remain proud of him, forever, I am sure

manidr Says:
December 16th, 2008 at 8:56 pm

my father never had a beard , he was very secular. my father was a sunni my mother is a shia and we have never had a fight in our life on basis of sects

If you father was killed in a brutal manner and people were slingng mud at him i would like to see your reaction.
In the angoor ada operation please check the bodies of foreign citizens were shown.
HOW Have you been working to make pakistan strong tell me? if you think im a traitor cause im against religious fanaticism then maybe i am . GOd has not given authority to label any other person as a better worse or non muslim. I tols you before we all wait GOds judgement we are mere humans we are no one to decide who is muslim and who is not a muslim


manidr Says:
December 20th, 2008 at 7:23 am

Let me set the record straight for the last time . MY father was a british national but he was kenyan born and brought up in kenya.Kenya was a british colony .MY grandparents had migrated from Pakistan to Kenya. He came at the age of 12 to abbotabad public school to study and he remained here.He has absloutely no affiliation with britain. THe same way my sister was born in usa while my father was stationed here. IS she a us spy now?

I dont say things about my father because he was my father . No , we were raised to speak the truth if he was wrong i would be the first to say. He never favoured us because we were his children and similarly we dont favor anyone because we are related.
None of you know my father , no one has met him. Without knowing some one dont make assumptions . I told you before go and ask a common soldier about him . DOnt sit and pass judgements as if you are a prophet recieving commandants from above .


manidr Says:
December 21st, 2008 at 1:37 am

@ lofty u asked me why he did not make it to a lt general …. My father had no one in pakistan army to favor him he came as a boy from another country . He made it to the rank of a maj general all due to his own hard work , no one helped him. Unfortunately even in the military they is politics at the higher level . That is something you have no control over . I dont think ranks are a measure of your patriotism .
Not only was my father the first GOC ssg OF the Pakistan army he was the only general to do para jumps . I told you before , i donot defend my father because i am his daughter i defend him because i know him and you dont. If you knew my father you wont be here talking like this . I told you my name you didnot even tell your name . Lastly, i have a promise to someone i have to keep that is why i am silent . I only can tell you people some things are not what they seem .You only are seeing what someone wants people to see.
I said before we are descendants of Hazrat Abbas ( A.S). His loyalty is still remembered and that is what my father always told me its in our blood to be loyal . I dont care what the media says . I know my father like i know myself . What we are today is because of my father . I dont need people who never met my father to tell me about him . I told you before if you doubt me go and ask someone who knew him . If someone is guilty of his murder, do you ever think they will accept it infront of the whole nation .No . never .All these allegations and absurd discussion online only makes my faith more firm someone wanted to save themselves very very badly so they killed him . I donot know who killed him but yes the weapons were 9 mm military weapons . and from what i have heard the atttackers came into the car to make sure he was dead .normal bullets couldnot kill my father he was shot 3 times in the brain too. They were numerous witnesses to the incident yet how come no one has come forward to identify the attackers .No one will . evryone is scared .Do you think if my father had evn though i am not sure that was his letter or not would have left the letter with some one in Pakistan they would have told people . Never . People are scared . I dont want to blame anyone at this moment . The only funny thing in this whole thing is how people view things they changed their focus from who killed him to how does a british have a letter . There is no mention of anthing high security in that letter . No taliban no nothing . As for the names of those 2 gens ….lol i am sorry the whole army knows …go and please ask them .

This is my last answer to you all . I wrote because you were maligning my father but then again its in the history of Muslims . They brought the grandshildren of the Prophet(M.P.B.U.H) onto the streets .They were labelled as traitors too , you know. IF people of their heritage can be labelled and mistreated , me and my family are mere normal followers of the same Prophet(M.P.U.H). we are nothing .They bore much more than us and that is the only thing that calms me. We are proud to call ourslevs Muslims yet i donot believe a muslim can call another names or talk against him without knowing even one fact. No. This is not islam.
I donot need any court anything to prove my father is innocent. Everything in pakistan can be bought . That is the truth ,accept it or not . I hope on the day of judgement when GOD does justice i prove it to you.
manidr Says:
December 21st, 2008 at 1:43 am

@lofty if my father was here he would have merely smiled at your allegations. I am sorry i am not like him that is why i wrote . BUt there is one thing he taught me and that is what i tend to follow . I leave it to GOD . i know HE wont disappoint me. because all the others have disappointed me so i await HIS justice .
My father has a outstanding military career you can ask anyone that he passed out 1st in the commando course,he did a ranger course from the Usa. He waS THE only armour officer who became COMD SSG and then he lifted ssg to the level of a div. SSg was his life and his passion . i feel his loss but he died long before when they took his uniform. he always wanted to go in action and perhaps he got what he wanted.
Please donot ask me more questions i have a promise to keep .


Utmankhel1 Says:
December 17th, 2008 at 1:22 am

aza and manidr,

May soul of the deceased rest in peace. I am extremely sorry for the loss of your father.

I cannot beleieve whats happening here, here we have two daughters of a slain person and we are abusing him, probing them and arguing with them for his sincerity and devotion to the country. Is this morality and patriotism. Are these the values that we say we are rich with ?

Adnan from Mansoora,

Grow up id**t. Look at your statements……….. you must have been celebrating the hanging of the dead body of Pir Samiullah by ISI in Swat, as had they done with Dr. Najib. Shame on you ……..

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