Shirley Parr (Haleema Bai)

15/07/2014
(please share it as much as possible so that embassies of Ireland and Britain may notice the state of one of their former national).

Shirley Parr (Halima Bai)is daughter of an Irish man, her mother was an English, she was born on 7th July 1939 ( around 75 years old now) in Calcutta west Bengal, India.
Her mother died during her birth and after some time her father brought her to Chittagong, East Bengal, India. There he was forced to get her admitted in a Covenant school as he was unable to bring her up further. After 2 months of her admission in covenant school, her father died due to heart attack .
She left covenant school after having her education of Cambridge level, in the then East Pakistan, she embraced Islam and started living on teaching. After the debacle of East Pakistan, she moved to western wing that is present day Pakistan.
She got a room through an estate agent namely Haji saheb on rent in a Memon community, who came himself from Bombay and settled in Karachi, and she stayed with the community for 25 years.
Since she was teaching tuitions and baby sittings she remained deprived of any old age benefits and senior citizen concessions since law has yet not been finalized in Pakistan.
She also taught Royal family of Iran, taught in Abu Dhabi and Dhabi. She remained dependent on Memon community almost for a decade, and after the demise of Haji saheb, she was looked after by one of his nephew, who due to deteriorating situation left Karachi and got her admitted in “Bint e Fatima old age home” located on 26th Street DHA Karachi.
Interviewer is khalid son of Haji saheb who visits her monthly with house expenses which his cousin sends to him. She is an unfortunate woman, however I request British and Irish consulates in Karachi to look after her for her proper diets and medicines.
At least it is minimum right of a British Irish born person. She should not be left on the mercy of second and third generations of benefactors.
She said she embraced Islam due to two great qualities that is BOW TO ALLAH and HIJAB TO WOMAN. Surprisingly the second quality of Islam has become anathema to Christian West. She is a Bachelorette.

1993. Karachi experience

As secretary to karachi Development Authority I was also head of it’s 3 high schools located in Federal B area, Abdullah college Nazimabad, KDA Officers’ Society school and one industrial home school of girls, located on Shahrah e Faisal, teaching them in household affairs from sewing to cooking etc.

On the day of visit I found one girl student and five female teachers. It was the actual strength. I tried my best to handover the asset and liabilities to KMC as per charter but failed. The incharge teacher was a union leader, who already indicated that she would not like to join KMC as being employee of KDA, they have vivid chances of getting plots in KDA.

Garbage Eater: 2012

It was my morning walk which brought? me to the rendezvous circled with marriage halls. Morning prayer has just finished, it was month of December, a little bit cold and darkness was in the air.

Exactly, as if showing pictures of seemingly westernized Pakistanis will hide the true face of Pakistan and fool people. what about these pictures?
Exactly, as if showing pictures of seemingly westernized Pakistanis will hide the true face of Pakistan and fool people. what about these pictures?

?And scene made me stand still, I saw a young man of about 25 years, wearing a worn out warm shawl, sitting over the leftover eatries thrown by the staff of the nearby martiage hall, on garbage spot.

?The young man was choosing out? half eaten chicken pieces from the piles of biryani rice and devouring them intently.
He didn’t look like a drug user, a ‘herionchi’ or a ‘nashaee’ , which our Shariah compliant society has already okayed through silent approval. It looked the poor fellow was lacking some protein in his diet which he was unable to buy or steal, hence a compromising visit to garbage spot.
I confirmed his willful action by asking him was that he so hungary, he nodded and proceeded in satisfying his hunger.

I left the spot and young man who was fighting for his share of food from stray dogs and garbage crows which were growling and hovering over that uninvited guest in their breakfast.

I began morning walk again on the deserted roads of Nazimabad, karachi, thinking we have failed to develop a system in 21st c. through which hungry or genuine help seekers could be supported by state.

My Student

Israeli air strikes in the east of Gaza City during a military operation in the east
Israeli air strikes in the east of Gaza City during a military operation in the east.

I don’t know but somehow he contacted me for tuition. He was a Palestinian student, studying his bachelor’s of commerce studies in a prestigious nationalized college on foreign students quota.

I have a vague idea of Palestinians struggle against the occupying European forces therefore after much haggling we agreed to tuition fees. He was young, slim, intelligent, having good masculine features and radish white skinned about 19 years old.

ZAB was interested in the cause of Palestinian statehood hence he encouraged Palestinian students for studying in various institutions of Pakistan, they were provided stipends and scholarships abundantly. Al Tahiri was one of them.

However dictator Zia had no sympathy with the Palestinians hence systematically they were left helpless and Altahiri had much difficulties in completing his studies.

I taught him a year when I was selected for CSS training in 1983 and left the National College karachi for good, there I had time to read as much as possible. I found the autobiographic book of Mohan Chand Gandhi, a whole chapter Gandhiji wrote about the struggle and sacrifices of Palestinian people and how they were being terrorized and systematically turned into minority through the tacit help of Western powers.

That book made me more interested in Palestinians and latter an avid supporter of their cause. Somehow we kept a hello hi for years and internet made it more easy latter. In Palestine, West Bank he joined education and became a university professor, married his cousin having six kids. Always confidant for freedom of his people and kept an inferior view about the Jews.

In 2014, during Obama’s period, occupier Jewish forces made the Gaza into rubble turning it, into one of the most pathetic Palestinian Hollocaust. The ‘Altahiri’ was martyred by shelling of smart American bombs in a one of blitz at a UNO makeshift hospital where he was getting treatment of his wounds caused by disregard bombardments of Jewish illicit government. My student was killed.

C Team Of Politics

Asking military to come forward and rescue them from corrupt and inept civilian is not a phenomenon. They can not win popular votes so why not to ask army besieged with their batmen compartmental system to take over power so as to, they may become overnight B team instead of C team. And that is their crabbing in politics..

Interestingly Yeha khan was not ready to believe that his assistant to deputy coas, general Gul Hassan and Air Marshal Rahim had maneuvered to install B team in form of PPP by ditching the A team of Awami league.

It is historical legacy and people who could not able to win popular votes would always incline to become B team so as to put A team in dungeons like was done in past and would continue to in future.

The caravan of democracy, however will continue its march till we develop such virtues in ourseles as our counterparts had done in West .

After all you cannot reach to your aim by marely wishing it. Still many CEOs, MDs, COOs with such ridiculous ranks would try to derail the democracy to shun their barrack loneliness .

Soldiering is not an easy job, though becoming dictator is gratifying and easy.

Soldiering is not an easy job, though becoming dictator is gratifying and easy.
Soldiering is not an easy job, though becoming dictator is gratifying and easy.

Abdul Aziz Churey Mar:1988

Churey Mar as was nicknamed, stabbed some poor people of the area, hence feared by many.

 Churey Mar as was nicknamed, stabbed some poor people of the area, hence feared by many.
Churey Mar as was nicknamed, stabbed some poor people of the area, hence feared by many.

It was a hot summer of southern Punjab,Liaqatpur, Rahimyar khan I decided to drive my jeep and see where the left side of road lead to from my house, which my driver never used. The time was peaceful and no constables were posted with assitant commissioners while travelling.
Hardly after few minutes drive I found myself in a bazar, mostly shops were shut because of month of Ramzan.
But to my surprize a restaurant was running wide opened, with an Indian movie being played on tv through VCR. People enjoying their lunches, as it was mid day time.
I questioned myself how come a restaurant was violating the Ramdhan ordinance and Indian movies were shown which was banned in those days, and exactly behind the residential colony of administration.
Soon people realized the presence of my jeep and started running in all directions, leaving their lunches behind unattended.

I entered the restaurant saw it deserted except of a man in his fortys. Lanky in stature.I drew a sigh of relief as the violators of law had already left the place of violation, and I could rest the afternoon in my bedroom napping.
However presence of that man was still a pain in my neck, which I had to solve before going to home. I asked in curt, harsh and loud voice like police, and enquired why did not he leave the place and run like others.
He simply replied that he would not run like them. His answer was a blow to a young officer who was enjoying his new found taste of power.
Why? bewildered, I enquired again to which he replied that he was the owner of that joint.
‘Enough is Enough’ I thought and since he seemed inferior to me in physical strength I grabbed him from the arm and ordered him to march towards the jeep,left abandoned on the roadside.

And it was a beginning of my embarrassment for time to come. The rascal was resisting my manhandling and trying to defy me. Suddenly I heard buzzing sound of something, while holding the man in one hand , I turned back to see the cause of buzzing . Lo, about 200 people in a semi circle moving behind us in hostile silence.
Among them I saw a sweeper, whose wife was cleaning my house, and who was trying to say something to me.I was not in mood to listen him ,however I ordered him to put the miscreant in backseat of my jeep. Hearing this the man jumped inside the vehicle voluntarily so as to keep himself away from the grip of the sweeper, ‘untouchable’.
I drove him to police station and asked the police man to put him behind the bar and register FIR against him.
Afterwards my bad time began, federal minister from Islamabad was ringing me constantly, member provincial assembly was equally disturb on my action. I passed the night ‘sleepless’, assuring everyone rectifiction of my wrong doing.

Next day was Sunday and minister’s sons, and men of MPAs were forcing me to set him free without waiting for opening of courts on Monday.
latter
he was set free, one day minister’s elder son who was himself a regular lawyer of my court met me, he was just giggling ear to ear and said that I was indeed a brave officer who caught first time in the history a ‘Goonda’ , redhanded like Abdul Aziz alias Churey Mar.
I excused and told him that it was not my bravery but exactly my foolishness that I visited the market without manpower.I pointed out that I was just putting my hands in a dark corner, thinking to catch a donkey which turned out to be a lion unexpectedly. Frighteningly I reassured further that he may continue his hoteling business without any fear or fury. However I was told that Churey Mar had vowed that he would not do hoteling business in his life again during the month of Ramzan even if he was so allowed. Churey Mar as was nicknamed, stabbed some poor people of the area, hence feared by many.

Local Bodies Election, Rahimyar Khan:1987

Local bodies election, Rahimyar Khan.:1987.

Local bodies election, Rahimyar Khan.:1987.
Local bodies election, Rahimyar Khan.:1987.

Election conducting and monitoring is a tiring work. As election was over in the evening and collection of result and their compiling began so as to send them to district head quarter cell for needful actions.
Normally results are a matter of ease during the election of union and district council seats. Voters are mobilize by candidates highly to get maximum votes. Womenfolk who are discouraged to vote during provincial and national elections because of the area, size and logistics involvement are encouraged by the candidates and their supporters, in local bodies elections. This way accurate vote casting and fair elections are norm due to the limited size of constituencies.
Whole night I remained in my office with my staff ensuring of the voting process smoothly, early morning my counterpart police officer, a DSP also joined me briefing law and order situation in Tehsil.
The night awekening has got its own tolls and I was hurrying to touch some last minutes chekings that an elderly couple with a young boy entered into my office.

The man and woman were plump around in their forty’s and equally plump boy was about 11 years old. The couple was in extreme rage.
They were so much in rage that after hardly telling about that they were school teachers and were on their election duty in some polling station, and that his wife was denied duty by the presiding officer and instead some other lady teacher was favoured by . School teachers are getting some remuneration during election casting days and normally they take part diligently since the Britishers introduced local government elections in subcontinent India.
Couple was as I already told was so hyper that they forgot normal decencies, and cursing and bad mouthing against the administration in their mother tongue, Punjabi instead of Urdu or English.
My Tehsildar who was a Punjab domicile was equally unhappy and the DSP who was in his civilian clothes were urging me to get them arrested as they were insulting the symbol of governement.
I Ignored their wounded prestige and assured the couple that their complaint was prima facie true and I would take action against the presiding officer who had deprived a teacher because of nepotism. During all this uproar the kid was silent and watching the episode intently.I asked them to wait for presiding officer or come to my office again after noon prayers.
However they did not come again neither they pursue their grievances. Perhaps someone or their friends advised them to avoid pursuing as their demeanor might attract administrative actions. Personally I had no grudge against them rather I waited whole afternoon to mitigate their grievances if possible.
The story doesn’t end here rather begins. My tehsildar who was an old crony of my boss and DSP through his senior superintendent of police, SSP, pumped the deputy commissioner well against me.
In a one on one meeting he was burst out and thrashed me unheard, saying that it was Punjab and not Karachi where timid administration is abhorred.
I explained that it was because of their 11 year old son I didn’t get them arrested and put them in cell. Had I put them in jail the boy would have thought administration unjust and a curse, whereas I wanted a soft image of administration in the eyes of a future Pakistani. The deputy commissioner seemed had agreed with my explanation which proof I found at the year end where he appreciated my tactfulness on handling matters in my annual confidential report.
What do you say my action was damaging the writ of administration or I took the right action?

The Hut School

In a Thatta village two primary girls schools were working due to the assistance of a lady DAWN staff reporter, teachers were from same village, matriculate or something, one married teacher was even carrying her baby while teaching. Class was full of girls, excited in their studies, due to poverty

it was a single thatched room comprising of five different grade students. I checked and realized that they were being taught well. Naturally I became furious and inquired that

In a Thatta village two primary girls schools were working due to the assistance of a lady DAWN staff reporter, teachers were from same village, matriculate or something, one married teacher was even carrying her baby while teaching. Class was full of girls, excited in their studies, due to poverty it was a single thatched room comprising of five different grade students. I checked and realized that they were being taught well. Naturally I becam e furious and inquired that why a school was not proposed for the village which was interested in teaching of their kids. I was told that a middle school building has been constructed recently having one teacher who had refused to attend school as rickshaw was charging Rs 80 to and fro on daily bases.I went to that school to reprimand if he was available. The school gate was found closed with a jail size lock over it. Attachments area
?The school gate was found closed with a jail size lock over it.

I was told that a middle school building has been constructed recently having one teacher who had refused to attend school as rickshaw was charging Rs 80 to and fro on daily bases.I went to that school to reprimand if he was available. The school gate was found closed with a jail size lock over it.

Forcible marriage.

👍when? I was in Loralai, Sinjavi was attached with district Ziart, however I went to dine at a home of local chieftain in Sinjavee alongwith tehsil nazim and where a story was told by Sinjavee magistrate that women were forcibly sold? there.
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He narrated that a youth hardly 17 years old was sent for on the complaint of his mother, that after the death of her husband, the eldest son was trying to sell her, whereas she wished to rear her infant three kids, hence she prayed to be saved from forceful marriage in lieu of monterey considerations which her elder son was trying to get as norm.

The boy was confronted by the? magistrate who reprimended him on selling of his mother. The boy revolted and replied that he was selling his mother and not the mother of his(magistrat’s), according to approval of elders and Mullah, so why was he interfering in personal matters.

Magistrate dimissed the complaint of the mother. I think by the time I was there(2003) some chemical change occured in the drinking water.

Graveyard

In 2005, I was posted as secretary environment, sports and youth affairs in Baluchistan secretariat, my stay was in the one of the modest flats in juniper house namely VIP flats. The flat site was near to Quetta cantonment, hardly few yards away after crossing a small bridge constructed over rainstorm nullah.

I used to pray early dawn prayer in nearby and across the road, T&T colony mosque and after prayer a walk of one hour inside the secure and tidy roads of cantonment area was my routine, the only period of joy in the day.

It was month of December, snowy and bitterly cold, dark and hazy, visibility was almost none beyond few yards away and I was strolling as usual when I noticed the cantonment cemetery at my left hand side, the main gate was opened apart, hardly noticeable because of haziness and early morning winter darkness.

Beyond the gate, inside the graveyards all the graves were in utter darkness, the dwellers inside were not only in infinite peace but also shrouded in complete darkness.

However what I saw inside the gate made me standstill rather paralyzed. Two graves side by side lying just opposite of the gate were glowing with yellowish light. It was a weird scene, sharp light was oozing out of the graves trying to reach skies in vain as the growing fog had stifled such struggle.

Immediately I thought them abode of some saints luckily visible rarely to some passersby like me.I wished to reach them and say my grace over them hardly a scores of foot steps away. However being lonely fear frigid

It was my close encounter with metaphysical power, I said my share of prayes and departed contentedly.

It was my close encounter with metaphysical power, I said my share of prayer and departed contentedly.

my feet and I decided to continue my walk onward and comeback latter when sunlights make the surrounding clear.

When I came back after half an hour the sunlight was enough and I could see clearly the graves, the two in question were also visible crystal clear then. I hurried to investigate the cause of oozing light besides saying my prayers.

What I saw were the graves of some colonel and his Mrs, lying side by side garlanded. A lanky light post was showering light from its two fluorescent light bulbs directly over the graves making them serene and in peace. Well written epithet was from their sons and daughters who said, had specially made the arrangements of lighting over their last abodes.

It was my close encounter with metaphysical power, I said my share of prayes and departed contentedly.