Muhammad Saeed Salarzai

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

  Today I would like to introduce you to a character of our progressive movement who never wanted to be a public character but only this person could do such tasks of the movement, which were kept very secret and could be very dangerous at that time. He used to do it well.

His name was Muhammad Saeed Salarzai. He belonged to a large scholarly and literate family. Qazi Abdul Halim was the youngest son of Qazi Sahib. He has many works and does not need any introduction. Among his children was Professor Anwar who taught English and He had a unique position. Saeed was called by many names, Saeed for us, Tor Saeed in Islamia College means Black Saeed. Mammad Syed at home. His father was from Bajaur, but he was living in Takhtbhai's Muhammad Ali Khan Mohalla for a long time. He was associated with progressive politics because of his elder brother Anwar Sahib. Studied at Islamia College till BA but he never sought degrees, he studied himself and studied everything. Any book of literature, after reading, he would not only remember but also talk about it for hours, and that too in such a low voice that people with weak ears like me would insist on speaking a little louder than him. So he used to raise the pitch of his voice, often I would come and sit near him.

I met Saeed at his house in Takhtbhai. We tried in many groups and meetings to train him politically and organizationally, but later we let him go because you can train people who don't know anything, but they were all leaders. Didn't want to be.

There used to be an office of DSF in Mardan, we all used to sit there and have political and literary gatherings. Often friends would share their life stories. He would also participate and tell the stories of his life with great fun. He lived in a hostel named Rahim Shah Ward of Islamia College. He had another roommate with him whose name was Saeed, but because of his fair complexion, he was called Speen Saeed means white Saeed. Both were similar in nature and intelligence, but enemies of education. They never go to class or sit in exams due to absenteeism. Coincidentally, Abid Jan also lived in the same hostel. They all used to gather in Sahib Shah's room at night. One day he told such a story that we were spoiled by swans. Buzban Saeed. I didn't know much about politics and movement yet and I was thinking that we were all working for Russia and KGB after the Afghan revolution I think Abidjan was an agent of the KGB because he was the leader. Late at night when everyone was sleeping, I took my pistol and went to Abid Jan's room and put the pistol on his head. Make it at the same time. Abid was surprised and worried. He thought that I might be drunk and quickly said let's go to Sahib Shah. He is the one who made me a member of kgb. At two o'clock in the night, he reached Sahib Shah's room in the International Hall and told him what was the reason for coming so late. He also stood stunned for a while because he saw the pistol in my hand. After filling out the form, when the answer comes, you will become a member. And in this way, they went back to sleep and when they woke up in the morning, there was laughter and shame over the night's incident.

His mind was moving very fast and to stop this speed, he would take dreams and pills he was also eating a gram

Once both of them reached Saeed Abid Jan and that too with the bomb. Both denied that they do not have the money for the examination fee as it has been spent and to stop the examination they want to detonate a bomb in the admin hall to stop the examination. Abid understandably forbids them, but on the condition that he helps them buy train tickets to Karachi for both of them because they want to do smuggling to earn money. When he arrived, the door was closed. Saeed said that he would go in through the window and open the door. When he climbed the wall and reached the window, the glass window broke and Saeed fell down on the glass pieces and was badly injured. And thus this fee-earning strategy also failed -

Another incident was also very strange. He had given a loan to someone who did not return it on time and even after that. One night, he caught him and brought him to the International Hall, Sahib Shah's room, and tied his hands and feet until then. He kept it until the debt issue was resolved. Thus he returned to Takht Bhai.

These were the days when I first met him and he was walking on crutches. This was the story of his ignorance, but after Mardan's shift, he was no longer Saeed, Tor Saeed. He started coming to Imam Sahib's room and very soon he was attracted to art. He used to paint very well. Beautiful paintings were made. During the DSF elections in Mardan, he made all the banners day and night by himself.

It was our district convention and none of the presses were ready to print our publications. The problem was very complicated. Invitations, pamphlets, and announcements. What should be done? A meeting was called and it was decided to steal a cyclostyle machine from somewhere. There were some attempts but no success. At night, we were sitting in the DSF office, and in the meantime, Saeed reached us and told him the problem 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 which 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.