Comrade Anwarzeb full-time revolutionary

Comrade Muqbarb Khan, who belongs to the left wing, now lives in America. He has started a series on his memory of the life and struggle of old political colleagues. 

Muqarab Khan

A whole collective movement has taken place, and the bridge because the bridge from DSF to DSF is his tireless efforts. The result was Comrade Anwar Zeb from Maneri, Swabi, who traveled from his family's traditional national politics to progressive politics with great bravery and integrity. I know Anwarzeb from the time he gave his BA exam and the results are not out yet.

I do not remember well whether our first meeting was at my house in Mardan or at the party office in Peshawar. But I was entrusted with this responsibility by the Mardan party that I have to work together with Anwarzeb on the students' front and in this regard I have to go to Peshawar for a few days. DSF was not yet formed. I reached Ashtangari in Peshawar. Met a friend at the pre-arranged time and place and asked to come back. He was ahead and I was following him at some distance. He took me to the secret office of the party in such a way that if I went there again

It was a good thing that it was winter, otherwise one would have to walk so much in Peshawar in the heat. Goes crazy. By the grace of God, we reached the respective house. He took out the key and opened the door and we climbed the stairs and entered the house upstairs. It was a nice big house with three or four rooms on the second floor. They took me to a room and asked me to sit. And they themselves disappeared. There were windows on the ground, and it was obvious to look everywhere. Newspapers and books were scattered everywhere

Many voices were reaching my ears from the other room, in which I recognized two voices, one was Naseer Khayyam's voice and the other was Anwar Zeb's voice. After a while, I was also called and allowed to listen and participate in the meeting or discussion. In this meeting, there were Jabar Khattak, Naeem Lala, Rashid Khater, Anwarzeb, and one or two other colleagues whom I did not know till then. The organization was going to be formed, how will its organizational structure be and who will lead it, Sahib Shah was not ready at first that this is not the time and that we should be patient like BSO and if it is to be formed, then the chairman of the new organization. His stand was in the light of the Afghan revolution, while the friends of Sindh considered BSO to be a political party instead of a student organization and opposed its integration into DSF and Imdad Chandio for the chairmanship. The name was suggested. After a day or two, all the friends from all over Pakistan who had agreed to form DSF would gather in Peshawar. Anyway, I, Anwarzeb, and Rashid Khater went to the university to spend the night. At night, everyone gathered in Sahib Shah's room and this discussion started about whose position was right and whose was wrong. Time has proven this.

I stayed in Sahib Shah's room for the night

Okay, Anwarzeb and Rashid left. Amjad, Usman, I, and Sahib Shah were still talking, Sahib Shah was somehow not ready to become the Chairman of Aid and was misunderstanding the interference of the party which was proposing the setup party in which the leadership was to stay in Punjab. The revolution has happened in Afghanistan, Pashtuns have been affected on both sides and give the leadership of the students' revolutionary organization to Sindh and Punjab. Khair Amjad said that he should go to the meeting and present his point of view. In order to call this meeting and finalize this discussion, Anwarzeb, Abid Jan and Abeer Shah Mohmand made a long visit to the whole of Pakistan and held several meetings. This historic meeting was held at Ahmad Farooq's house in Peshawar, which reached its end after three days of long discussions.

The meeting did not leave any point of the DSF manifesto and proposed constitution without discussion and selection. This was a very unique experience for me. The proposed version was by Jabar Khattak, but after the meeting, the final selected and approved version was everyone's. Delegations from all four provinces came to this meeting

From Sindh, Bakhsh Ali, Niranjan Kumar, Jabar Khattak. From Punjab, Irfan Malik, Khadim Hussain, Mehdi Hasan (can't remember some names). Rahmatullah Baloch, Dr. Tareen, and some other friends from Balochistan. From Pakhtunkhwa, Sahib Shah, Usman, Abidjan, Zahir shah, Anwar Zeb and me.

During the meeting, every friend participated fully, and almost every clause on which there were two opinions was voted on and thus became DSF.  Which was to be announced in Karachi on January 8, 1981. Anwar Zeb and I boarded the truck carrying Krush from Swabi and covered the journey from Swabi to Karachi sitting on top of Krush during the winter season. It was not that we did not get money for the train ticket from our house, but we did not want to burden our parents with our struggle and we used to make our own arrangements as far as possible.

On the way, Anwarzeb would explain a lot to me and discuss the history related to DSF. Sometimes we used to talk about beauty and love. I remember very well that while correcting my Qiblah about love, he said that revolutionaries, in love do not look at each other. Rather, we look in one direction and beauty exists like an object in the universe and is reflected in our mind according to its environment. I don't remember at all that he ever talked about nonsense or literalism in front of me. Our friends used to call me a Marxist cleric. If a friend in a gathering spoke something that was out of the realm of civility, they would politely put an end to it and divert the discussion. He considered the revolution not as an event but as a continuation of the struggle. 

This visit to Karachi was my first political visit

On January 8, DSF,s manifesto was presented by Anwar Zeb at Dow Medical College, entitled

         Let the world walk with us

It was a historic document thanks to which the imprisoned DSF got freedom in 1953 and once again students got a platform to organize their democratic struggle after thousands of sacrifices. I think it is important to mention an incident here. When the DSF was being formed, the three organizations were merged but the friends of BSO considered the merger premature and could not merge because BSO was not a party front. It would be equivalent to losing SO and we were going to join in this era, not a little.

Therefore, we prepared a very good pamphlet in the form of a booklet in the name of the friends of BSO, which was carefully kept secret. But no one had told me that it should not be mentioned. Well, we were invited to Karachi University. Hasil Bizenjo was one of the leaders of BSO in Karachi at that time. Anwarzeb was walking ahead of me with his friends and I was walking behind him with Hasil Bizenjo. I don't know why I mentioned the names of BSO friends. Mentioned writing pamphlets and getting them to DSF. He was very angry and angry. He took the effect of my words that we are looking for a little BSO. Anwarzeb apologized to him and removed his anger after much explanation. At that time, Ghulam Akbar, Zafar Baloch, and Masood Baloch were also present with us. After this incident, I was given a long lecture on BSO and its structure after eating at Zafar's house and was asked to speak very carefully my eyes were also opened for the future because after that we were also going to Balochistan.

Anwarzeb was neither tiring nor tiring. During the journey, he was very careful and if any comfort was available, he would offer it to the first companion. It is a different thing that it is rarely found. After spending about a week in Balochistan and forming the provincial organizing committee of DSF, we returned. On this visit, we met many good friends in Aman Bazai, Yusuf Masti Khan, and Malik Aman Kansi are worth mentioning. During our visit to Zhob and Ziarat, our friends honored us with lavish feasts. Usman Yousafzai, who was our old colleague from Dargai, was a mining engineer and resided in Quetta, helped us a lot throughout this trip.

We didn't have any money. Khaliq Baloch handed over the discounted tickets of two railway students on the way back and Sent us back to Peshawar. We did not have money and were thinking of taking it from Usman, but when we stopped at his house on the way, he had gone to the site and we did not dare to ask anyone else. This train had to travel for two nights and one whole day to reach Peshawar and I had to observe a dry fast during that time. That night we both slept well on the empty berths, but as Punjab started, the train started to fill up and I began to think that here Economic life is moving fast and so is the population. It was afternoon and we still hadn't eaten or drank anything. A young boy Akar sat next to us in our compartment.

He said that he is a Christian and how a Christian lives his life in Pakistan. At first, I suspected that he might be an employee of an agency, but he wrote down his address and also took the address and phone number from Anwarzeb. The friendship was ripe. Towards evening he opened his kettle and took out some boiled eggs and bread and offered them to me too and I think it was the first time in both of our lives that we shamelessly had fun without hesitation. After eating boiled eggs and bread, he also made tea and we thanked him very much. In this way, after the belly pooja, he fasted again for the next sixteen hours. Anwarzeb later told me that the Christian boy kept sending him letters. Our train

We reached Peshawar early in the morning, we got off at the city station, walked two miles to the party office, and knocked on the door. Dr.  Jabar Khattak opened the door and we climbed up and lay down. My teeth were aching when I slept on the train. Jabar told me to sleep but I started crying. He understood and got down and gave us some tea. And brought two cream rolls, it was the unforgettable breakfast of my life. In the afternoon, Naseer Lala came and fed me a kebab made by Jalil and gave me some money which was enough for me to go to Mardan. The memories associated with Anwarzeb are the whole history of DSF which is very difficult for me to cover.

I remember very well that Abid We both stayed late together to save John and forced him to come to the university. We visited Mardan, Swabi, Lond Khor, Swat Dir, and Tamergarh together and organized the DSF, and formed an organizing committee under the leadership of Abeer Shah. There are many such incidents that are very important to write about. Once he was not at home in our village. On a summer afternoon, there was no one in the village. He came face to face with my grandmother. The grandmother held his beard and recited salutations. Later my grandmother told me that she was angry and told him. The accused was saying you have made my grandson a politician, that's why Muqrab Khan does not go home or study, but he laughed and said nothing, only saying that he was very thirsty after fetching water from someone. Thus, once Maniri went to his village, his elder brother, who was strongly against Anwarzeb's political struggle, told him very harshly. This pressure was borne by all our colleagues. After graduating from the University, the dues had increased so much that I could not get the degree.

How Anwarzeb left the party and parted ways is a separate subject and not mine, though history has given its verdict. And if it is said that it is the most dynamic, then it will not be wrong.