Memories of pre-1947 Kohat and a visit in 2004

Author: 
Jai Gopal Sethi and Anand Seth

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I was born in Kohat, now in Pakistan. After partition, my family migrated to Delhi. After my B.E. (Civil) Engineering degree in 1962 from University Of Roorkee, I worked as an engineer in UP’s Irrigation department, and retired as a Superintending Engineer. Now I live in Saket, New Delhi and am the President of M-Block (NE) Saket Cultural and Niwasi Welfare Association, New Delhi. I also served as honorary secretary of the Association for 4 years. It is my endeavour to serve humanity at grass root level.

Editor's note: If you have photos of pre-1947 Kohat, please send them to us at indiaofthepast@gmail.com. We would like to include them after the story.

The city

Let us start with conditions prevailing before India's Partition - starting from the year 1945 or so.

I used to take my bath in a Katha (a waterfall) at the foothill of a mountain range (do not remember the name) near Kohat in Peshawar district, now in Pakistan. It was a place where water came flowing down the hills. The water used to be so crystal clear that you could find out a dhela (a coin lesser in value than a paisa) at the riverbed. There were two parts to these Kathas: one for gents, and the other for ladies. There used to be a partition or sheet of cloth hung in between the two parts.

As it was a hilly area, there were no convenient means of communications or transport. People used to carry their luggage on the back of donkeys or Khachars (a mule-like animal, very sturdy in carrying heavy loads). The local Pathans used to have khachars and donkeys for their daily routines.

Kohat city was surrounded by berry trees. There were dry fruits in abundance. We used to eat nejas, kajus (cashews), akhrots (walnuts), peanuts and badams (almonds). Bhutas (corn) were also very common. There used to kurkhas (red beans) sold in the market after boiling as chholas on the streets. They used to prepare tasty tikkies - adding salt, chillies, and nimboos (limes).

I remember a shop on the corner of our street where Katlamas were made during Dashera\; these are eaten with mango pickle. The gajar ka halwa (carrot halwa) was tasty.

There was only one bazar, and it had big gates at the two ends of the bazar. One gate was called the Sher Darwaza. There used to be a police station on one gate. I used go to the hardware shop of my father in this bazar. The shops had their doors in shape of wooden pieces stacked horizontally on the door opening when closing the shop, and vice versa.

There was no electricity. People used to burn kerosene oil in lamps and lanterns. The food was cooked in chulhas fired by wooden planks, and rotis were prepared in tandoors fired by wooden planks, usually in one common tandoor (sanja tandoor) as a community to save wood.

There used to be one well deep enough in the mohallas and katras for water, which was pure and potable. This well used to be cleaned once in a month by pouring potassium permanganate into it.

The bazars contained meat shops, with hanging goat meat, which I did not like. Moreover, it gave a bad smell and there were big flies hovering around. I remembered that once I was playing, and passed from the lane, I saw Muslim bhai butchering a bater (quail). What he was doing is still clear in mind that. He was catching hold of the neck of the bird, and just twisting and throwing it on the ground bleeding. Likewise, one day I saw cocks being butchered by cutting their necks with a knife.

On seeing these scenes, I used to hate this cruelty to animals. This was the reason that we all were vegetarians. Mostly the Hindus used to be vegetarian as the religion teaches us to have pity on all the animals and birds. Even we use to feed ants and birds, as they are also the creations of God. When we cannot give life to anybody as such, we got no right to kill any creature. I think this ideology of our religion is good.

All the communities - Hindus, Sikhs, Pathans, and Muslims - used to keep buffaloes, cows, goats etc for their need of milk, ghee, curd etc.

You would find other shops of cloth, vegetables, hardware and paint, halwais, shops of hot seekh kabab, and restaurants serving all types non-vegetarian stuff and tandoori rotis. You could also find horse tangas in the bazar. The gates at the both end of the market used to be closed after 10 pm, with a policeman on duty for safety.

There were gallies (narrow lanes) of all communities, and at both sides of these streets, there were dirty drains. Likewise, the roads of the bazar had drains, which usually remained dirty. There were sweepers, but they seldom cleaned\; when they did, they washed the streets with the help of water carried on their backs. I still remember black silt being removed from those drains, and stacked along the length of those drains.

There was a shortage of water. There were masonry wells all over in the city, and water was pulled out of these wells by lifting buckets tied with ropes. At the end of every lane, there used be a koora dan (garbage bin).

Being a hilly area, there used to be dirt on the roads. Sometimes, I noticed tankers of water in the market sprinkling water on the roads and gallies to subside the dust. As a rule, all the shopkeepers used to clean the front portion of their shops and throw water to subside the dust.

At my school there used to be a small canal having fresh water, which might had been connected with Kathas (water stream) flowing near foot hills of the mountains.

Most of Muslims and Pathans used to keep birds as pets. I saw teetar (partridge) and murga (cock) fights. Baters (quails) were also kept as pet birds. All the people enjoyed, and there used be so many parties taking part in these games. The winners got prizes and money.

Another game people used to enjoy was pigeon Kabuter Bazi (pigeon flying). Kite flying was also very common.

I remember there were camels, which were used as the means of transportation. Sometimes you could see bullock carts.

The houses were mostly of mud. At night, we were advised to be away from walls so that the scorpions may not bite. If any scorpion did bite someone, the people used to rub metal or the record player disc of gramophone on the wound.

The schools were very far off. We used to go the school either on donkey or on foot. I saw a bicycle for the first time in year 1947. I believe it was Hercules or BSA make.

The communities

Most of the businesses were run by Hindus. The native Pathans use to invade Hindu mohallas whenever they are short of rations or other needs. Some of these Pathans would set our houses on fire and/or loot the families. I remember one meeting was organised by the Hindu and Sikh families to safeguard the Mohallas. One morcha was built at the top of a building, and volunteers used to sit the whole night with guns to scare away the Pathans.

The Pathans were very sturdy. They used to wear long Kamiz (shirt), Salwars, Pagris, and Kullas (just like a cap), and Kheries (Peshawari sandals). They use to cut trees or do hard work for their living.

The Pathans were scary, as I was told in those days that they would kidnap boys. They used to live in tribes usually outside towns. They use to keep goats, sheep, and dumbas (male sheep). The Pathans used to live in tribes under one Sardar (head). The Sardar used to have several Nadas, young boys who were personal servants of the sardar). Here I tell you that in their local language, the male child is called nada, and the female child is called nadi. The Pathans use to manufacture knives, and small weapons such as gupties, belchas, chhuries and nezas etc.

One thing positive about the Pathans was that they respected their ladies. They also respected their word.

The local language of the Pathans was Pashto. It was so cold that the Pathans used to take a bath after several days. Muslim ladies used to wear Burqa, and were not allowed to go to school. At Kohat, the Muslims and Hindus/Sikhs used to live together in friendly neighbourhood, and they used to celebrate the festivals of each community. It was a good thing.

When it comes to greetings, I remember people used to talk in this way:

For Muslims

Kya hall hai khan sahib? How are you, Khan Sahib?
Khuda di maher hai or Khuda Ki Maher hai. God has bestowed blessings

For Hindus

Kya hall hai Mahashiaji? How are you, Mahashia ji?
Ishwar the Kirpa hai. God has blessings on us.

For Sikhs

Kya hall hai sardar sahib? How are you, Sardar Sahib?
Waye Guru di maher hai. Guru Nanak Dev ji's blessing on us

My family

We were living in a house in an ahahata (Colony or compound) belonging to Ramjwai, our landlady. It was opposite to Arya Samaj Wali Gali. All Hindus used to live in groups in Hindu mohallas (neighbourhoods), for protection.

My father, whom we used to call as Bauji, had many friends who were Muslims and Pathans. Bauji, an honest man, was Pradhan (head) of the local Arya Samaj. He knew Urdu and Pashto. He was respectfully called Mahashia ji.

My father was a man of great willpower. He hated smoking, and never touched a cigarette. One day, one Pathan friend tried to force him to smoke\; he threatened my father that he would face the gun if he did not smoke. My father stood in front of him and ordered the Pathan to shoot him, but he would not yield. Such was his mental strength and willpower. I am proud of my Bauji, and pay my sincere Shraddhanjali to him in Heaven.

He used to inculcate the habit of hard work in us. I remember one of his shers (a couplet in a ghazal):

Mahnet Karo Azizo, Mahnet Se Kam Hoga My beloveds you should do hard work, hard work will change your destiny

Kahente hain, Jaisse Waqt aa kar Gulam Hoga They say even time can be your slave

In other words, work is the essence of success, and even time can be enslaved due to hard labour.

My father used to teach us good teachings in a simple way as. For example,

Wand Khadi kheer khand khadi (whatever you possess, you should distribute among yourselves and it will taste sweet like kheer and sugar)

Chori Khad te Ghori Khadi (If anybody eats anything stealthily, it would be like meat of ghori (mare).

When he was in a good mood, he used to narrate some Farsi-Urdu poems, such as

Didam pey tum tumera shakse charida buda

Sirr pur thi uske pagri munche kharida buda

Puchha jo main ne us se jate kider ho sahib

Usne kaha chhup raho ji shaid kuch ranjida

Main bhi tha dhid pucca khara na uska chhora

Dora jo wahan se badro thi uske agey

Gira wo usme moan sur phatida buda

I saw a man riding on Tonga horse cart who was wearing a turban and his moustaches were standing erect. I asked him where he was going\; to this replied, "shut up." I thought he was not in mood to reply due some stress. So he started to run but I was bent upon to get reply as such I also started running after him. Accidentally, he fell in the river and got injured on his face and mouth.

My father had a good command of English. Sometimes, he would recite poems such as

●      King George, the emperor of Hind from Kamran to Sind

●      One thing at time, and that done well is a golden rule many can tell

Once my Bauji was very tense, I heard him saying something like:

Sir pur gire pahar to fariad kya kare? If the hill falls on your head, then why ask for mercy?

Saman So burs ka pal ki khabir nahe. Wealth collected over a long time can be destroyed in the shortest time

He also sang nursery rhymes such as Twinkle twinkle little star.

He advised me that whenever I faced any problem, I should utter the Gayatri Mantras. Further, whenever I felt rage, I should drink one glass of water, and think over the problem. He believed that when taking decisions one should take the opinion of others\; he used to say if there is a khota (donkey) nearby, one should take the opinion of donkey. It means that while deciding anything one should take the advice of his friends.

All these sayings imply that you should look before you leap, and you should think before you speak.  One should be honest to all, specially to oneself, and should hear the inner voice.

My mother used to sing

Meri patian te likh de jai gopal

This was a song devoted to Shri Krishana, the lord. This may be why she named me as Jai Gopal. It may be her inner wish that I should do good work\; that's why I am writing these memories.

In my childhood, my brother, sisters, and I used to play together. Girls used to study only at homes and there were no schools for girls. The girls used to learn Hindi in Arya Samaj Temples, and boys were supposed to learn Urdu in schools.

I still remember my school, where I used to study Urdu. In my school basta (bag) there was one Quada, slate, Takhti, Kalam dawat, and black ink (Sahai).We used to write the Urdu alphabet Alaf, Bey, Paye, Taye ,Saye and learn the numbers, multiplication (Zarab), division (Taksim), addition (Jama), etc. Irony of fate is that I completely forgot all that I had learnt!

Our teacher's name was Buta Ram. He was very strict, and used to thrash anyone who forgot the lessons. There was a school near the hill where I studied in class 2 and our daily duty was to learn our lessons in Urdu and arithmetic. Our teacher used to give homework such as learning and put up to submit the complete homework the next day. We used to sit on floor and replied to the roll call, and used to say hazir janab (present, sir). Then comes the time to show the homework and verbally the tables etc. Then if we forget and there was any mistake found, the teachers used to punish.

The command came as murga ban jao meaning thereby that one should bend on his knees and take his hands from the knees and hold both the ears. As we have to bend forward, we should not fall so slate or wooden plate like piece is put on the back and time was unlimited till tears used to come. If the plate or wooden sheet fell down, then the punishment was repeated. This punishment was torture in name of education - it was too harsh on the students.

The teacher would taunt some students like this:

Zamin gunmbad pe gunmbad

Gul Mohammad Gul Mohammad

meaning that the Earth is revolving and revolving but Gul Mohammad is still in the same class, while his fellow students had been promoted to next class.

During my childhood, for the Lohri festival, the children used to go around asking for some grains, corn seeds, and raveri etc. We used to sing:

De Mei De Kale Kute Nu De

Kala Kuta De Dam\\Wan Tere Jivan Muji Gayin

Gayin Mara Pud Meiye Do Seir Dane Kud

When any family refused to give us something, we used to sing:

Huka Beyi Huka Aei Ghar Bhuka

During the Lohri festival, children, men and ladies used to sing many songs. One of the popular songs was:

Sundri mundri aye ho tera koan vichara ho dula bhati wala ho,

Dule dhi vayei ho saer shakar paei ho

I remember another poem we used to sing on Lohri festival while collecting something for the festival door to door. Some of the lines are:

Jhule Ni Maye Jhule do jhul piayn khajuran Khajuran satta meva is koori de ghar mangeva is ghar de koori nikhri bhar bhar khandi churi

Lohi Lohi Takee Phichhe Chhup Khloi Takee Mara Pud Bibi Do Seir Dane Kud

Let us go in the kitchen. There were no modern facilities available in those days. We had just earthen pots, handia (aluminium utensils), and some degchi, thalies, katoris, and spoons. The hearth was of six bricks stacked in the square with one side open. Firing this chulha was a tough job. My mother used to blow air from her mouth so that the wood could catch fire. After the food was ready, we all sisters and brothers sat around the chulha, and took the food in the kitchen. It was the duty all to wash hands before entering in the kitchen sit and remember the god before taking first loaf of roti.

With the dedication of our mother, we all were brought up and were happy. Here I have become emotional and pay a Shraddhanjali to my mother\; may God give her peace in Heaven.

Some of our neighbours were Dalchand, Sohan Lal Mistry and his sons, comrade  Shri Ram Kumar Sham, Shri Bodh Raj Bhaiyaji, our Manohar Lal Bhapaji, and our Tayaji's family in the upstairs house. My sincere heartfelt Shraddhanjali to those pious souls, who are resting in peace in heaven. But one thing was great: in spite poverty, all were so friendly among all sections of society.

Demand for independence

In the years 1945 to 1947, there was great enthusiasm of freedom. There were slogans such as Todi Bacha Hai Hai, and Angrezo hamare watan ko chhor jao (English people, leave our country). I remember a party of Sarhadi (Frontier) Gandhi (Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan), which was called the Khaksar Party, and its volunteers were called Khudai Khidmatgar. They used to parade in the market with belchas (shovels) on their shoulders.

The janooni of azaadi (freedom) was much hyped. Even the British could not control the tribes. Once, for certain demands, some Pathans took as hostage the wife of the Collector but returned her quite safe and sound when their demands were met\; as I wrote above, they respected their words and ladies.

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© Jai Gopal Sethi 2013

 

My parents' visit to Kohat - nearly 60 years later

Anand Seth, seen here with is wife Savita, was born in Kohat in 1945, only to leave at partition. Family moved from Delhi to Ajmer to settle in Jaipur. Went overseas after IIT Delhi only to come back to get married in 1972. After a long career at the World Bank, retired in 2007. Visited Kohat in 2004 with family. Set up EduGIRLS charity to help educate girls living in poverty, now looking for a girls’ school in Kohat.

Editor's note: This story came about when Mr. Seth read Mr. Sethi's story about Kohat. I have posted it here, even though the visit did not take place 50 years ago, as required by the website's rules, because it is almost a follow-up to Mr. Sethi's story, which meets the 50-year-ago rule.

I was born in a Hindu family in Kohat in 1945\; we left Kohat during the Partition. No memories, but I was able to go back in 2004 with my father and mother, wife and brother and son. We were received so warmly! My mother said that nothing had changed...recognized every landmark! I have some lovely photos. I am now trying to locate the girls school in the Hindu Mohalla where my mother and my aunts studied to see what we can do to strengthen its services to the girls of Kohat.


My father Seth Parmaa Nand with me at Sher Darwaza. Kohat. 2004.


My mother at her old family home with the same front door!
From L to R my brother Vinod, my wife Savita, me, my father Seth Parma Nand, my mother Bimla Devi and my son Gorav . Kohat. 2004.

 


My wife at the Temple (picture above), now a school, with the OM symbol still intact in the ironwork with local residents. Kohat. 2004

My father Seth Parma Nand (center) and brother Vinod (Left) being greeted: did he find an old friend? Kohat. 2004

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© Anand Seth 2018

Editor's note: Mr. Seth is keen to be in touch with interested people living in Kohat now, or from Kohat. Please add a comment below reply if you are interested.

Comments

Hi Sir, Nice to hear from u the preindependence kohat.Can u recollect gokul chand business man of dry fruits.

hi Sir, Nice to hear from you about my ancestral place,as im 3rd generation. Can u recollect businessman in kohat market with name ,gokal chand.

Mr Dheeraj Batra ji As to my recollections there was a shop of dry fruits on the oppsite shop named Shiv ram sethi and chaman Lal sethi Hardware merchants to words Sher Darwaza .This shop was on raised and may be Gokal Chand.Along with there was a shop of Halwai and we used to drink milk in long glass with malai.I also remember on more hard ware merchant shop named Madan Lal and sons The exihibit of shop were full of Nejaes Kaju almonds and Khajurs ets full of dry fruits upto the roof decorated .There were to shops of dry fruits in whole of bazar.There was one shop Mohammad Sethi also dealing in dry fruits.

aaderniya sethi jee swatantrata poorv ke aapke sansmaran sunkar bahut hi achha laga.yadyapi hum yanhan meerut ke ek gaun me paida hua pale badhe,vibhajan ka jo kast aapne jhela hamne nahi.aapke bateyn sunkar bachpan yaad aa gaya jaise itne door rahkar bhi koi vilagta na ho. dhanyavad yaden sajaha karne ke liye.

Wonderful story and history of Kohat, my wife's birth place and home town. She was born in 1962. May God bless you. It was a great tragedy of partition.

sir,Namaskar!I am third generation & now my father is also passed away in 2011,Do U recollect names of Jwala sahay sharma,krishan lal sharma,misraniji of hindu mohalla.Regards

My great grandfathers name was jwahar Sahara Sharma and they lived in Hangu Kohat. Please reach out to me at. Rahulx411 at gmail dot com

Sorry for the typo above .. I meant to write Jwala sahay sharma

Hi Rahul, I am from Hangu kohat its nice to find you here.

Yes sir which water you talk about they still there... now there is city... the water still out from Mount.. .. i am from kohat... we have still few hindus our kohat also mandar.. for more detail add me zahirsafridi@yahoo.com... i am not happy for partaion... i pray Pakistan and india become same country Ameen

Ever since partition We have not seen any of places again .If there are some improvements which I am sure must be there please tell me as the old memories are generally as fresh as anything.

Sure sir

Dear Brother I wish to see the old places where our childhood memories exist but it is only a wish as I know it is not possible at present but a day will come when both the countries will unit again.

I am also 3rd generation, my great grandfather name was Seth ladharam, grandfather pt. Manohar lal sharma & my father name was Deepak Sharma.....V also belong to Hindu Mohalla Kohat.

Thank you. Some of the pictures you have penned are evocative of the Pothohar too. Never been to Kohat.

Do you remember any one by name swaya ram fialoke

Dear brother, Namashkar & salam I was delighted to come across to your memories of pre 1947 Kohat and love that you are a Kohati. Sir my name is Mahabat Khan Bangash and belong to Malik family of Bezadi Chakerkot, a village adjacent to Kohat Cantonment (You must be remembering). I was born in 1931 and remember the pre 1947 Kohat events and the times of Kohat where Hindu, Muslims, Sikh and other communities lived together peacefully and shared each others festivals. I remember that at the Deewali festival Hindu friends used to gift Deewali sweets to us which I was very fond of when I was boy. My grand father Malik Abdul Ghaffar Khan used to take me to Dosehra and Deewali festivals which I greatly enjoyed. Till today I remember my primary school friends like Shanker Lal, Kishan Chand, Harbhajan Singh and others and the school head master was Mr. Hukam Chand. I still remember Chacha Eishwar Das and his son Parshotam Das from whose shop situated in the main bazaarwe used to bring "Soda" i.e necessities of home. I remember Chacha Sardari Lal, Wadhawa Ram and their brother Charran who ran canteen at the Kohat railway station and who used to come to our home daily to fetch buffalo milk. I remember Seth Makhan Singh, Seth Atma Ram who were big business men of Kohat. After my primery school I studied in Islamia High school Kohat which was adjecant to Hindu Mohallah. Hindu students had to attend in Sanatam Dharam Bharati school situated near District jail Kohat. With due regards and with your permission I would like to make some slight corrections of your narratives:- For example It is "Zameen Jumbad, Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad" (Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad) is one word. Secondly the Khudaee Khidmatgar and the Khaksaar or Belcha Party were two different movements. The former was an auxiliary part of the All India Congress which was led by Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan when the latter was led by late Allama Inayat Ullah Khan Mashriqi. Thanks and with love

[size=large][/size] hello dear Kohat is more beautiful [quote=Mahabat Khan Bangash]Dear brother, Namashkar & salam I was delighted to come across to your memories of pre 1947 Kohat and love that you are a Kohati. Sir my name is Mahabat Khan Bangash and belong to Malik family of Bezadi Chakerkot, a village adjacent to Kohat Cantonment (You must be remembering). I was born in 1931 and remember the pre 1947 Kohat events and the times of Kohat where Hindu, Muslims, Sikh and other communities lived together peacefully and shared each others festivals. I remember that at the Deewali festival Hindu friends used to gift Deewali sweets to us which I was very fond of when I was boy. My grand father Malik Abdul Ghaffar Khan used to take me to Dosehra and Deewali festivals which I greatly enjoyed. Till today I remember my primary school friends like Shanker Lal, Kishan Chand, Harbhajan Singh and others and the school head master was Mr. Hukam Chand. I still remember Chacha Eishwar Das and his son Parshotam Das from whose shop situated in the main bazaarwe used to bring "Soda" i.e necessities of home. I remember Chacha Sardari Lal, Wadhawa Ram and their brother Charran who ran canteen at the Kohat railway station and who used to come to our home daily to fetch buffalo milk. I remember Seth Makhan Singh, Seth Atma Ram who were big business men of Kohat. After my primery school I studied in Islamia High school Kohat which was adjecant to Hindu Mohallah. Hindu students had to attend in Sanatam Dharam Bharati school situated near District jail Kohat. With due regards and with your permission I would like to make some slight corrections of your narratives:- For example It is "Zameen Jumbad, Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad" (Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad) is one word. Secondly the Khudaee Khidmatgar and the Khaksaar or Belcha Party were two different movements. The former was an auxiliary part of the All India Congress which was led by Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan when the latter was led by late Allama Inayat Ullah Khan Mashriqi. Thanks and with love[/quote][quote=Mahabat Khan Bangash]Dear brother, Namashkar & salam I was delighted to come across to your memories of pre 1947 Kohat and love that you are a Kohati. Sir my name is Mahabat Khan Bangash and belong to Malik family of Bezadi Chakerkot, a village adjacent to Kohat Cantonment (You must be remembering). I was born in 1931 and remember the pre 1947 Kohat events and the times of Kohat where Hindu, Muslims, Sikh and other communities lived together peacefully and shared each others festivals. I remember that at the Deewali festival Hindu friends used to gift Deewali sweets to us which I was very fond of when I was boy. My grand father Malik Abdul Ghaffar Khan used to take me to Dosehra and Deewali festivals which I greatly enjoyed. Till today I remember my primary school friends like Shanker Lal, Kishan Chand, Harbhajan Singh and others and the school head master was Mr. Hukam Chand. I still remember Chacha Eishwar Das and his son Parshotam Das from whose shop situated in the main bazaarwe used to bring "Soda" i.e necessities of home. I remember Chacha Sardari Lal, Wadhawa Ram and their brother Charran who ran canteen at the Kohat railway station and who used to come to our home daily to fetch buffalo milk. I remember Seth Makhan Singh, Seth Atma Ram who were big business men of Kohat. After my primery school I studied in Islamia High school Kohat which was adjecant to Hindu Mohallah. Hindu students had to attend in Sanatam Dharam Bharati school situated near District jail Kohat. With due regards and with your permission I would like to make some slight corrections of your narratives:- For example It is "Zameen Jumbad, Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad" (Na Jumbad Gul Mohammad) is one word. Secondly the Khudaee Khidmatgar and the Khaksaar or Belcha Party were two different movements. The former was an auxiliary part of the All India Congress which was led by Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan when the latter was led by late Allama Inayat Ullah Khan Mashriqi. Thanks and with love[/quote]

dear all story you remmber about kohat how old are you now rgared khan bai

Dear Khan Sahib: You are 16 yeas my senior and still going strong; your memories of Kohat are gold nuggets for me snare I left at age 2 in 1947. I was back there in 2004 and relied my parents nostalgia to feel the pleasure of being back "home". Myu grand father was Seth Mathura Das and my grand uncle Seth Laddha Ram took care of our family when my grand father passed away. I would love to be in contact with people who currently live in Kohat. That you for sharing your memories. Anand

Sardar Makhan Singh was my great grandfather. I?d love to know more about him.

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Continued from above. The former was an auxiliary part of the All India Congress which was led by Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan when the latter was led by late Allama Inayat Ullah Khan Mashriqi. Thanks and with love

Beautiful, Bangash Sahib

Hi my name is sosheel and i m from kohat, my grand father name was veer chand, he was community leader and associated with bacha khan. if you recollect any memories of him. they use to live behind civil hospital, there is one ahaata also there. thanks

Dear Brothers. I just stumbled on to this link while researching my hometown Kohat. I was pleasantly surprised to see comments from my great uncle Mahabat Khan Bangash. It is quite eerie to note that only day before yesterday I and my cousin (Uncle Mahabat's son) have decided to work on the history of Kohat. It is nice to know that so many of you remember your city of origin. I would like to find out as many of you from Kohat as we can and then we can together work on an initiate to let you guys come back and visit your ancestral city at some time in near future.I am a doctor currently based in Australia so if any one of you visit Australia particularly Western Australia do let me know so that we can catch up.

Dear fellow Kohati: What a lovely discovery of this website and the great memories being shared. I was born in Kohat in 1945 and have no memories; except fo my visit there in 2004 with my parents. They were thrilled too their core and welcomed with warm hearts. Now I am trying to locate the school where my mother studies in the Hindu Mohalla with a desire to do a project to help girls in Kohat improve their condition. I hope other will join in this venture of love across the continents. Anand

My dearKOHATI friend, i use to listen the stories from myparents they use to live Hindu mohalla we use to have a sarai a very big my grandfather we use to call him BAUJI HE USED TO TELL US MY BAUJI NAME WAS VERY FAMOUS lALA rAMJIMALL AND nARAIANDASS WAS HIS YOUNGER BROTHER THEY [quote=J G Sethi]Mr Dheeraj Batra ji As to my recollections there was a shop of dry fruits on the oppsite shop named Shiv ram sethi and chaman Lal sethi Hardware merchants to words Sher Darwaza .This shop was on raised and may be Gokal Chand.Along with there was a shop of Halwai and we used to drink milk in long glass with malai.I also remember on more hard ware merchant shop named Madan Lal and sons The exihibit of shop were full of Nejaes Kaju almonds and Khajurs ets full of dry fruits upto the roof decorated .There were to shops of dry fruits in whole of bazar.There was one shop Mohammad Sethi also dealing in dry fruits.[/quote][quote=anand sethj]Dear Ji Sethi: You have created a wonderful site for fellow Kohatis to reminisce about the past. What a wonderful detailed description of the place. I was only 2 when we left Kohat but had the pleasure of going back in 2004 with my parents and wife, son and brother. What a warm reception we had in the Hindu Mohalla. Nothing had changed according to my mother except that electricity and running water were there and the place was clean. I am fascinated by your desire to serve humanity at the grass root level..a desire I share. I hope we can build on that together. anand[/quote][quote=Satinder Singh Bajaj]Happy to have discovered this link to Kohat, my ancestral city. I was born there in 1945, and lived there till the Partition in 1947. Consequently I have no recollection of the place but would love to hear from those having some connection with my family's past. My paternal grandfather Sardar Pratap Singh Bajaj had a grocery business (Pansari ki dukan ?). He had four sons: Sawan Singh, Gurbachan Singh, Jaswant Singh and Harbhajan Singh. My grandfather used to mention some of his close friends in Kohat as Nasraf Shah and Laik Shah. My maternal grandfather was Sardar Sardul Singh Banga who owned farmlands,and had two sons Harnam Singh and Awtar Singh. Does the above jog anybody's recollections? Would love to hear of any connections[quote][/quote][/quote]

Something more is added. Katha is spring, chashma or in local language Chinney.These still exists with water as clean as mentioned in the article. These Chinney are partially covered and are with cemented embankments. Sher gate is now called Tehsil gate because of Tehsildar office located adjacent to it. The school near to jail is government high school no. 2.

Happy to have discovered this link to Kohat, my ancestral city. I was born there in 1945, and lived there till the Partition in 1947. Consequently I have no recollection of the place but would love to hear from those having some connection with my family's past. My paternal grandfather Sardar Pratap Singh Bajaj had a grocery business (Pansari ki dukan ?). He had four sons: Sawan Singh, Gurbachan Singh, Jaswant Singh and Harbhajan Singh. My grandfather used to mention some of his close friends in Kohat as Nasraf Shah and Laik Shah. My maternal grandfather was Sardar Sardul Singh Banga who owned farmlands,and had two sons Harnam Singh and Awtar Singh. Does the above jog anybody's recollections? Would love to hear of any connections[quote][/quote]

Hello Satinder: Wow! Like you I was born in Kohat in 1945! No memories, but I was able to go back in 2004 with my father and mother, wife and brother and son. We were received so warmly! My mother said that nothing had changed...recognized every landmark! I have some lovely photos. I am now trying to locate the girls school in the hindu mohalla where she and my aunts studied. If I can look up to that school, I want to see how it can be helped to do more for the girls of Kohat. Anyone able to guide me to the school will be blessed. Anand Seth USA

Anand Seth Sahib. Can i have your email ID. Regards

Hello Satinder: My bua is still around and I will ask her if she recalls the names of members of your family. Anand

Dear Ji Sethi: You have created a wonderful site for fellow Kohatis to reminisce about the past. What a wonderful detailed description of the place. I was only 2 when we left Kohat but had the pleasure of going back in 2004 with my parents and wife, son and brother. What a warm reception we had in the Hindu Mohalla. Nothing had changed according to my mother except that electricity and running water were there and the place was clean. I am fascinated by your desire to serve humanity at the grass root level..a desire I share. I hope we can build on that together. anand

[url]http://indianexpress.com/article/research/voices-of-partition-one-up-muslim-and-two-pakistan-born-hindus-recollect-the-horrors-of-1947-4799524/[/url] This Indian Express article features Kohat. Here's the first paragraph. [color=blue]I was born in Kohat in West Pakistan. My father was a judge there. While growing up I had a number of Muslim friends. I remember Naseem, she was a very close friend of mine. In fact her father had helped us leave Kohat. He was the one who made all the arrangements and got my elder sister and my mother a burkha to wear during our travel. I was very young so I did not have to wear a burkha. But once we left Kohat I never kept in touch with Naseem. I used to miss her a lot though. But we used to get news of so many riots and houses burning and that used to scare us a lot. There was no question of writing to her after that.[/color]

I m from Kohat living near Hindu Muhallah

Dear Waqas: I understand you actually live near Hindu Mohalla of Kohat. My family is from there! Tell me a little more about yourself. I have become involved with Mallik School in the cantonment area. Are you familiar with it? Hoping to hear. Anand

Yes, the city has become more advanced. The people are now educated. There still exists Mandar and Churchs. Some hindus and sikh still live here. The two gates of bazaar and police station are there. Hindu Muhallah and its some construction is looking for you. Some years back alot of Jewellery was dig out on the request of an Indian who lived there before partition. He came here and took his wealth safely. The Natural Springs still flows with full zeal under that mount. The mosque is there too. Laasi and kite flying is liked up till now. My grandfather narrates stories when Muslim and Hindu would celebrate each others' festivals. Waqas_sdq@yahoo.com

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Hello Was; So wonderful to connect with someone who lives in Kohat. I was there in 2004. My story has been recently posted. Now I live in the USA. Is there a girls schjool in the Hindu Mohalla still> What do you know about it?What do you do there?

Hi, I think you talking about Sangarh primary school for boys (and yes still the name is Hindu Mohala) and I study there till class 4.

once again its me Zahir Shah. my Grand mother shes 110 year old. She still alive. She know lots of Story Kohat. and her Hindu friend and Bazzar. Some time she talk about her hindu friends and British people.

Hello. My mother's family is from Kohat. Last name Verma. My grandfather was Rai Bahadur Ishwar Dass Verma. He was a judge. I believe he passed away around 1922 but the family continued to live there until just before partition in 1947. One my aunts was married in a Sikh family, last name Garkal. Any information from anyone will be much appreciated. Thank you. I would like to see some pictures of their property, description of life pre-partition or anything relevant that would shed more light on that period, especially concerning my maternal family. If I could connect with someone who is willing to do some research for me based on public records/library, for a fee of course, I will be delighted. Best wishes. July 26, 2018

Although i was born after Independence but my father had lot of memories and stories about his times. He used to regularly receive letters and cards from his family doctor stationed in Kohat city named Doctor Ram Naath Chopra.The last letter received in 1984 from New Dehli. Can any one know his whereabouts or any of his family members. I shall be grateful.

Looking to be in touch with interested people living in Kohat now, or from Kohat. Anand Seth, who was born in Kohat, is keen to get in touch. Please reply if you are interested.

yes i have requested on 2018 10 24. but i have not got his email.We can discuss our elders who were friends.

Hello, I born and bread in Kohat though now in uk (over 15 years)but the charm of kohat compels me to know about it every day and so I stumbled on your post. its all same as it used to be before 1947.you can find a lot of videos on youtube that are uploaded almost on daily bases. the picture of school is of, I am afraid, SANGARH PRIMERY SCHOOL (Hindu Muhalla) and if you are interested, let me know as I m plaining to go to Pakistan in April inshahALLAH and can send you some pic of that school if you want to. regards

My grandfather was living there in teri village near kohat. His father name was diwan charan das. He is dawan in british rule near before partition time. My grandfather name shri harswaroop sehgal. He tell us stories about his village.

Dear Gaurav i am from Kohat and author of kohat history book plz share some pictures with me thank you 00923319222456 my whatsapp number

My great grandfather was Sardar Makhan Singh. His daughter Raj Kaushalya who was my dadi was born in Kohat

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