Comrade professor Inam Sahib Unforgotten hero of the left movement

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 Professor Inam Sahib Unforgotten Hero of The lef Movement

 It was the month of July and the year was 1983

The meeting of the Mardan Regional Committee of the Communist Party was going on in the sitting room of Imam Sahib. Some friends were sitting upstairs on sofa-like chairs and some downstairs on the carpet. I was sitting with Jan Ali and Hayat Noor (a comrade of Rustam who was a professional but very smart and committed) near Inam on the carpet below. were so that there would be no disturbance-

My eyes were fixed on a pile of papers because the paper on top was my handwriting. He was a professor and taught political science and often used to bring papers to him for marking. I had given my BA exam and by chance, my paper was there. When the meeting was over, I quietly told Jan Ali that this paper is mine. Inam Sahib went inside the house, and Apa (we all called Inam's wife by the name Apa) asked to take some syrup. Jan Ali picked up the paper and confirmed with me whether it was mine or not. At that time, the prizes came in and started coming that today he is going to show a paper, so he kept this paper on top of all, he praised the writer of the paper and said that this boy must be one of ours. It seems affected by the movement. We all started laughing then they looked at us with surprise when Jan Ali told that this is the paper of a close friend, he immediately looked at me and said that it is good that the marking of this paper has been done otherwise it would have been very difficult for him and justice. Couldn't do it. He didn't even tell me my marks, he just said that another boy got two marks more than you and that's because he wrote the paper according to the course.

There was an empty plot next to Inam's house which was surrounded by a wall. In one part of the plot, there was a room, and outside the yard, there were many plants and flowers and plants. There were some iron chairs and a bed on which was lying. Inam Sahib often used to sit on a pillow. Everyone could come to this room-like place. This house was on the corner of two streets. Every time someone would sit in this place and chat with Inam and they themselves would be making a painting or a sculpture. Political, non-political, academic, and philosophical debates continued for a long time. He was basically a scholar. His work at the party was to teach the study circle, but we party members were not satisfied with it. In those days, there used to be a group of progressive professors, and he was given the task of making them a regular organization.

     Our study circles were very irregular and had many reasons, but still enough that we had read the basics of Marxist philosophy. They always emphasized understanding the three pillars of Marxism.

Dialectical materialism is a material conception of history and political economy. He lectured very well on the history of philosophy, from ancient Greek philosophy to German classical philosophy. He was a master of his craft. Avoiding giving lectures on Das Capital and doing well, firstly, it was not needed at this stage and secondly, I have seen very few people who can teach. It is understandable. After the study circles, there was a series of questions and answers. We could explain to everyone, but our friends could not satisfy Manzoor. There were very friendly and scholarly sessions.

When the party split, he went to the minority faction, but when Jam Saqi came to Mardan and the minority friends refused to meet him and even forbade him, even then Inam not only met Jam Saqi but his speech. Men had also come to the bar room to listen and were sitting in the front row. Despite all these differences, we did not give up going to his house. The split of the party and then the sudden death of Aman Lala (his brother) had a very bad effect on his life and health and he started to be sick often. I used to visit him whenever I came from the Soviet Union. He used to say that when we sent you people to Russia, there were no wrinkles on your foreheads and when you came back, you brought wrinkles on your foreheads. Is it such a bad country? And even if we had an answer, we did not have the courage to answer it.

The sanctity that is set for the teacher in our minds either never goes away or even if it turns into friendship, still an imaginary sanctity remains. He was first our teacher and later our comrade. Although we are in the same party cell for a long time

They were equal partners and were often criticized by each other, but still, we were small under the shadow of his towering personality.

We had a professor of Urdu, his name was Ghulam Muhammad Qasir. He said one day during the lecture that when someone is criticized in literature, it is an authentic criticism.

It happens when it is done after the death of a poet or writer. Inam Sahib is no longer with us, but there is no such incident with me on which I can criticize him. He often helped people and provided financial assistance as far as possible. A living example of this is our comrade Bhadur who was associated with Kisan Tehreek when he and his elder brother Akbar Lala joined our party. The party had made Bhader a full-time corn, but it was very difficult to support the entire family with this fund. Inam came up with the solution by getting Bhadur a job at his father-in-law's Hikmat shop and this problem was solved in a very good way.

He was an outspoken person and never shied away from speaking the truth when Naeem Lala returned from jail and settled in Mardan. So the coming and going of comrades at Anam's house became less. It was once expressed in the form of a humorous doubt that young boys only learn to make dal from Naeem, not knowledge.

It was very difficult for me to write about the award. And after that, there will be more difficult stages when I will write about many more friends, but let's see how much the pen and the mind will support.

Note: Inamul Haque's name is sometimes written as Inam Sahib and sometimes just Inam, for which I apologize to my friends. It was a requirement of the writing and my feelings