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 Safdar Khan

This is an incident before the formation of DSF. We had a general meeting in the canteen premises of Mardan College. This meeting was called under the banner of PSF Progressive. In the early years of Zia, the NDP was close to the extreme right-wing Bhutto hostility. Gul Jamal was the leader of this group at Mardan College. While addressing a general meeting, Gul Jamal pulled a pistol on me and started shouting that he will not allow infidels and agents of Russia in the college. We did not even think that one of our young men pulled a pistol on Gul Jamal and after a while, the matter was dismissed. Today I will tell you about this young man, this brave comrade.

Safdar Khan was a man of small stature who dedicated his whole life to progressive politics. His father was a soldier of Bacha Khan and stayed with him till his last breath. I PSF won the union election in Mardan College and since then I think they knew each other. I met Safdar for the first time at his house. The truth is that I have learned a lot from Safdar. My practical political life started directly with the Communist Party and the class movement. I was introduced to the history of the Pashtun national movement by Safdar Hussain. He and his family became close to the national movement. He was a good teacher to me because he was familiar with every political family in Mardan and their history. During all the revolutionary events in Afghanistan, from Turkai to Babrik Karmal, he himself had seen closely the details of all the adventures of Zulfiqar. Later in the books, I had heard from him before. Once Professor Aziz Ahmed Mardan came to Safdar and I met him. This meeting was very meaningful. Because the professor was an expert in public democracy and we were still clumsy in the political field. He used to be with me in the markets of Mardan, taking donations from every shopkeeper, every political figure I had to meet, I would take him with me because he was and is a living history on the move. Our history cannot ignore such people, they are the pearls in the crown of the history of class struggle.