1/ We grew up with ‘you may eat or drink anything at Shia friends place but not water’ not that it stopped us gulping jugs after cricket or football!
After losing my wife in a suicide attack on 05/10/2009 & starting my ‘Say No to Terrorism’ crusade & sharing survivors stories
My Grand Father Mr. Ghulam Nabi Malik was Deputy #Principal Mayo School of Arts #Lahore in 1947 and took over at Partition as the first Pakistani Principal.
He remained principal till 1953
(MSA is now the National College of Arts)
Class at Mayo School of Arts #Lahore c. 1952
It's Mayo School of Arts, when a "mix class" was started on the request of "Kutab Shaikh" to "Mr. Ghulam Nabi", the Principal of the Mayo School at that time, ..........
As kids saw ‘Bi-scope’ wala in our street in Lahore
The chant that I remember was:
Barah maan ki dhoban dekho
Dili a katab manar dekho
Dekho Gama palwan dekho
Aur bahut sa aur saman dekho
Aa jao aa jao doo paiaa mae sara Jahan dekho!
Memories
Then we got a View Master (late 1950 early 1960) & grandfather moved to Gulberg
Street life was left behind in Kucha Kakezain, Dili Darwaja, Sanda & Ichra; Ladu pethian walay & katlama included!
Thinking of all who are awake so we can sleep!
They are awake even when they know how we ridicule them as an organisation & as people serving in it!
Life is not cheap, a 110/- rupee bullet does not kill a soldier it removes a lifelong investment in skills!
ASK ME WHAT I WAS
I'll reply with what I've done.
Those things others would not do, I did;
Those rivers others would not swim, I swam;
Those hills others would not climb, I conquered;
Those bridges others would not cross, I crossed;
I have celebrated. I have mourned.
I have smiled and I have frowned.
I have seen death and felt its warm breath.
It did not faze me, for I was different.
I was a warrior.
You ask me what I was?
It was my destiny. Until my last breath.
To be a soldier.
And my spirit shall live forever
Participated in Zoom dua for Nadeem Mumtaz of Fazal Din & Sons, praying for his maghfirat & strength for the family I posted:
Assalam o alaikum all, two before & two following me ie five generations have climbed the steps to Fazal Dins the Mall Lahore,
my dua is that my generations to follow may also know the conviction that up these steps would lie answer to their medicines needs right away or procured in a couple of days, aamin
A giant among pigmies no more, more miss him than we know!
.@NabihaMeher@PingHaider@billynumnum
1/ Rest in Peace Nadeem Mumtaz 😢
You are so familiar yet I just can’t place you!
Having been away from Lahore for half an age has made me lose touch with half a life! @NabihaMeher this is a thread about memories from childhood to a time Lahore became alien to me! @UmaimaBlogger
2/ #FazalDinSons The Mall Lahore, my earliest memory is going with my Dadi Mrs Ghulam Nabi Malik as a toddler to what was a shop with stairs, a veranda, an imposing tall door, & dark polished show cases, even as a toddler awesome interior was foreboding!
The Carminative misture,
3/ The Calamina Lotion, & the dreaded Anti-lice lotion (shudders even now) which none did better!
The wooden floor reminded me of tap-dancing & the gent at the end of the hall standing up to welcome us! Always knew we Grandchildren were home for the holidays & a warm handshake