After Independence

Millions of destitute Muslims reached Pakistan from different areas of India. Even to provide them food and shelter was a colossal job. The share of Pakistan in assets was never given to Pakistan, thanks to close relation between British government and Hindu leaders.
Such a handicapped Pakistan had to arrange for resettlement of millions of refugees including thousands injured who reached Pakistan from India.
Pakistan didn’t have even enough currency notes thus people who were given job were given wheat flour, rice, lentils, etc plus some currency for first 3 months. In offices there was no furniture. People collected wood crates from near the sea port and used those as tables. They were given used paper sheets with one side blank which were used in correspondence and nobody felt bad, instead they had high spirit of hard work and cooperation.

Some pictures of Refugee Camps, mainly established in Lahore.

Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah listening to Refugees how they were driven out of their houses

There were no female doctors and nurses. Begum Ra’ana Liaquat Ali (wife of Prime Minister) went to streets and house with appeal to young women and girls to come out of their houses and help the needy women. Thousands of them came out. Those who had some knowledge of nursing started working forthwith and the rest were given short nursing courses after which they also joined the volunteer work. Thousands of men also came out to help the refugees who had become their Pakistani brother. This continued for over 2 years till every family was settled in house and had some earning facility.
Such was the spirit of people of Pakistan.
I don’t know where that has got lost. I get badly hurt when I see hear some from the new generation say, “Is Pakistan a country worth living?”
They forget that this country had made them what they are today and instead of being grateful to Allah Soob-hanohoo wa Ta’ala (God, all praise be for Him) for gifting such a nice country and for making them stand on their feet, they are showing pride.

Pakistan has been blessed by Allah Azzu wa jall (God Almighty) with everything. It houses some of the highest mountains in the world, Glaciers, snow-bound mountains, green mountains, green fields, rivers, man-made water channels, sea, sandy desert. A large variety of good quality fruits, vegetables and grains grow in Pakistan. Some of the fruits, vegetables and grains growing in Pakistan are the best quality in the world. A few examples are mango Chaunsa, mango Anwar Ratole, Basmati rice, wheat,

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You Cry Twice

Says Clara Arrighi who was sent to Pakistan by her company against her wishes. Clara Arrighi at Lahore Fort
Clara Arrighi lives in Barcelona, Spain. She had studied at UADE and worked in UK.
In Pakistan she lived in Lahore, Capital of Punjab province.

Here is her narration of Pakistan.

When was told I was going to Pakistan I started to think about all the reasons not to go, how to convince my office not to send me. I did not want to spend the next six months of my life in between mud roads and traffic, dirt and smelly donkeys. I definitely did not want to share my time with radical people, extremists, and walk around all covered.

“Prepare to get sick and food poisoned,” they told me. “You should change your job”.
“No, I´ve never been to Pakistan but I´ve been to Bangladesh and I know its the same”… or India, or Afghanistan.
Luckily, someone also told me: “When you go to Pakistan you cry two times: when you are sent there and when you have to leave”.

Seven months afterwards I indeed have cried two times.
The untouched gorgeous beauty of Pakistan is impossible to describe with words.
Everything in this country is untouched; the nature, the culture, the cities.
Women in their colorfoul dresses and the way they allow their Pashminas to fall loose over their heads, showing their dark hair.
Men playing cricket, such a refined English sport to be played in white clothes drinking high tea, is here the street sport by far, played in every corner of every street.
I have climbed stunning mountains, swam in incredible clear lakes amidst the most beautiful hills, visited majestic mosques and drank uncountable types of chai.
I tasted lots of different dishes.
I did not get myself sick or food poisoned at all, but I definitely got myself a bellyache for not being able to stop eating such delicious food! And the mangoes, oh the mangoes.

However… it doesn’t matter how beautiful a country is, you will always remember how it made you feel. And this is what makes the difference in Pakistan. I have never seen so much hospitality anywhere in the world. Incredibly warm people, genuinely kind. I have never felt so welcomed. There is this tendency to smile. A society that has been for so many years oppressed and still can be so tolerant.

I challenge you to come to Pakistan and don´t like it. Cause, so far, I haven´t met anyone who didn´t.
I spent seven beautiful months in Pakistan and I encourage everyone to give this amazing country a chance.
Shukria Pakistan! (Thanks Pakistan!)

Another from my diary of July, 1955

We are not here to play, to draw to drift
We have hard work to do and loads to lift
Shun not the struggle, it is God’s gift.

پڑھيئے ایک دلچسپ اور معلومات کا حامل بلاگ ” میں کیا ہوں ” پر کلِک کر کہ یا مندرجہ ذیل یو آر ایل براؤزر میں لکھ کر
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From my diary of July, 1955

To be happy with a man,
understand him a lot and love him a little.

To be happy with a woman,
Love her a lot and understand her a little.

پڑھيئے ایک دلچسپ اور معلومات کا حامل بلاگ ” میں کیا ہوں ” پر کلِک کر کہ یا مندرجہ ذیل یو آر ایل براؤزر میں لکھ کر
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