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

Comrade Gulab Khan

Today I will tell you about another colleague, Gulab Khan, a resident of the remote village of Dadukali in Hashtnagar. Meeting him was also very strange. It was a time when DSF was not yet formed. All of us were doing politics in colleges in the name of Pakhtun SF Progressive. I was a fresher in college. I was told by Naseer Khayyam to meet Gulab Khan who is in their second year living in Hostel 2. Finding an unknown person among thousands of students. Where to find hostel 2 because number 1 was not there, 2 was also not there 3 and Jinnah hostel was inside the college premises while the other two were outside the college, after asking, we found out that the respective college is in Bukitganj in front of the mosque. I tried my luck several times but did not find Gulab Khan. Sometimes I went to the village and sometimes to the class. Finally, one day I met him. It was summer. Then I knocked on his door and when the door opened, I introduced myself.

 He said he took my name and asked me to meet him. I asked how you know me. We haven't even met yet. He said Romet had told me you had come and I was waiting for you. I called and thus I started going to all the regular meetings and met all my friends, prominent among them was Naushirwan Adil. Go and find out where it is. Naushirwan and I left at the same time. I don't remember exactly where we spent the night, but we found out that he was under investigation at the local police station. Communist literature has also been seized. When the police asked us to leave, Gulab Khan recited a poem by the questioner, which I do not remember, but was very brave for the occasion, as provisions were not guaranteed. Naeem Lala and Jabbar Khattak had already They had been arrested and were in Haripur Jail and Gulab Khan was also sent there. My father's posting was in Haripur and the jail superintendent was the father-in-law of one of our friends, so we were given a meeting once but later we were denied the meeting. There were no nails in his hands but everyone was in high spirits