Comrade Jan Ali Bacha Hero of the left movement

Muqarab Khan

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. 

The friend and comrade whom I am writing about today was not only a comrade but also a cure for my sorrows in my difficult time. This person Jan Ali from the faraway area of Rustam in the Mardan district was first a friend of friends and later an advocate. Our first meeting was very strange, I had never heard of or seen it before. Our group meeting was held in a small one-room office in Shaheen Market with Abdul Salam Mushir on the board above. Income tax, it was written office was on the second floor after passing through a narrow corridor there was a narrow dark staircase we were told to reach the respective place on time with silence and caution our group consisted of three and the fourth member joined the party. coming from the side which was not to be asked or talked about in the group there were two other friends Gulab Khan and Naushirwan, the body I knew was Gulab Khan, this was the first meeting with Naushirwan, it was the time of the 1980 summers, there was fear on the mind and There was a mixed state of suspense. I was the first to reach the office. The door was open. Perhaps the office was not in much use. The ceiling fan was running at full speed and no one was inside. This was done, otherwise, I was about to run back. I was about to turn back when a tall person jumped two or maybe three steps and climbed up very quickly. Then asked to sit down, it was a few minutes before four o'clock, by that time Gulab Khan also came and I also got some peace. Because until Gulab did not come, we both sat silently. Naushirwan also came and the meeting came to an end according to the agenda. I was sitting in the front and he was sitting in the back, so nothing was said between us. I did not know his name for a long time. That is also a cigarette in the closet. Pir Zakir introduced everyone and thus I was formally introduced. I did not have any interaction with him in this gathering but I came to know that his name is Jan Ali Bacha and he is an income tax consultant. He was a very amiable servant and used to talk about anger in doubt. This art was given only to him. His style of criticism in the meetings seemed to be more suspicious and less critical.

There was a distinct fun in the political struggle together with him. There are many incidents without mentioning which this article will be incomplete. I will definitely mention it.

When the students' union was banned, the students' action committee became SAC in Mardan College. The active bodies were People's SF and DSF. Pakhtun SF and Jamiat did not participate because they were going to lose this year. A large number of posters were printed by SAC, and we put up our part of the posters overnight, but People's SF did not put up even one poster for a week, finally, we went and put up these posters in other cities. We all had warrants because the police of Mardan City had already become active. Bakhtiar and Fazal Rabi (PSF) themselves were very active, but under the pressure of their parents, they also became silent after some time. Our party group asked me and Pir Mumtaz (Chairman of DSF district Mardan) to leave the front for some time. Until the fog clears, because after the demonstrations and processions, the raids started. Were thinking about what to do? Jan Ali took responsibility and Pir Mumtaz said that he would disappear himself. The next day I and Jan Ali went to his village Rustam in Kataragari and spent the night in Rustam. I used to get up early and he used to get up very late. Well, in the afternoon we went to Pir Baba and when the sun set, we started our march on foot. Even after asking many times, he did not tell me where and how far to go, except that they will go in the evening because walking in the mountains in the moonlight is something else, you will know when you reach. Taking the path behind Pir Baba's shrine, when we climbed a hill and came down, I asked how long it would take, because we would have walked for about six hours, but I knew that I would see the glow of the forest and various wildflowers. He was delirious with the scent and was just saying that he would arrive. Not that I was tired or not used to walking, just curious to know what the person said

That behind your voices and where to go

Here, after crossing the valley, we reached a slope where a natural spring of water was flowing. Of course, in the silence of the night, the air scented with natural flowers, the clumps of jujubes, and the gentle flow of the spring water, made the atmosphere one of a kind. Natural romanticism was given and Jan Ali Bacha did not have the words to describe this situation in poetry. Because for a few moments, I myself was lost in this natural beauty and then I came to my senses when I smelled the mixed smell of tobacco and cigarette.