My Memories of Lyallpur

Jatinder Sethi



Jatinder Sethi was born in Lyallpur, now Faislabad, in pre-Independence India. He finished his M.A. (English) from Delhi University in 1956, and went off to London to study Advertising in 1958. He passed his Membership Exam of The Institute of Practitioners in Advertising (M.I.P.A) in1965, and joined Rallis India in Bombay. Later, for over 20 years, he worked for the advertising agency Ogilvy &amp\; Mather. Now retired, he helps his son in his ad agency in Delhi.

Editor's note: Another version of this article first appeared as TRIGGERS THAT SUDDENLY AWAKEN THE OLD, LONG FORGOTTEN, MEMORIES, which is available at

Move to Lyallpur

My father, Chaudhury Jai Ram Das Sethi, was the second of three brothers who were all born in Jhang, Pakistan. All the three brothers were practicing lawyers. My father was the only one to move out to Lyallpur (now Faislabad). It must be around 1909 when he moved to Lyallpur after his wedding. 

The oldest brother, Tayaji, Chaudhury Jinda Ram, and the youngest, Chaudhury Jagjiwan Ram, continued to live and practice at Jhang. These brothers also managed the huge agriculture land – almost 500 acres – that my family owned.

The Sethis were quite well-known in Jhang, especially, Tayaji's son, Harish Sethi and his wife (my Bhabi). Harish bhaji (we called our older brothers and cousins as bhaji) was a very successful lawyer in Jhang. His wife, a tall lady in her salwar kameez was the most modern woman in town. She had her own Tonga with a handsome horse, which she used to ride herself in the whole of Jhang. After Partition, they moved to Hissar.

His younger brother, Professor Vidya Sagar Sethi, was a Professor of Physics in Government College, Lyallpur. He was a frequent visitor to our house as he lived nearby. After Partition, he worked at the Government College, Ludhiana.

I think my mother (Biji) and father (Pitaji) were the favourites of all their relations. May be it had something to do with them being "Mod" and living in the new modern town of Lyallpur? Biji was also a good host.

Centre, my mother (Biji)\; behind, my father (Pitaji), and his brother.


My siblings and I - eight children - were all born before 1931 in Lyallpur. With not a whiff of family planning in those days, my parents produced eight children with almost an exact gap of two years between each child! And they sent each one - girls and boys - to study in school and college.

That was the unique thing about Lyallpur. Most of the settlers to this new township came from other older places like Jhang (my father's place),Sargodha (my mother's place) Multan, Shikarpur, etc., and were all educated, liberal, modern people. Like the new City of Lyallpur, which at that time was considered the most modern and planned township. And truly it was. I have no qualms in acknowledging the positive influence of British.

It is well documented that the architectural plan of the Lyallpur city and its famous eight bazaars was a replica of the Union Jack, as a tribute to the Queen of England. A rectangle containing a Cross and two Diagonals. All the eight bazaars started from the Ghanta Ghar (clock tower), which was the focal point of the town. Four of the eight bazaars were perpendicular, and you could see the full face of the Ghanta Ghar. The other four bazaars were diagonal to the Ghanta Ghar\; from these bazaars, you could only see the diagonal face of the tower. In fact, you could tell which bazaar you were in by looking at the angle of the tower. All the eight bazaars were inter-connected with the Gole Bazaar.

The names of the bazaars indicated the direction they led to. Katchery Bazaar led you to the courts. Jhang, Chiniot and Montgomery Bazaars led you to those destinations. Karkhana (workshop) Bazaar took you to all the factory areas. To go to the railway station, you had to take Rail Bazaar.

I am not quite certain where Aminpur and Bhawana Bazaars led to.

Aminpur Bazaar was the place where most of the stationary and bookshops were located. I remember we used to rush to sell our class books after the exam results were declared, and buy books of the new class. We were not allowed to buy new books, if there were good second-hand books available, which normally they were. Money was scarce then (it always has been). Moreover, these second-hand books had notes jotted down by the earlier owners, which were quite helpful. We used to sell our old books at the same time.

We always went to the same shop. It used to be on the corner of a lane, the right hand side of the road from Ghanta Ghar. I think it used to be the biggest bookshop on that road. Being a small town, the owners knew most of the regular children and their parents. More like family friends. Miss that personal touch now!

Bhawana bazaar was full of shops selling baans (बांस, bamboo) and other such material. If I remember correctly, it also led to the festival grounds where the annual Dassera festival used to take place. The annual Mandi Fair - farmers bringing cows, buffaloes, calves, wheat, etc. for sale - also took place here. It used to be a very popular affair.

The Primary Arya School was also located around there. Was it Douglaspura? I think so. Because that's where we used to go after having finished Kutchi (lower) class nursery school, and before going to the High School at Mai-Di-Jhuggi. All the Arya Samaj - my parents were Arya Samajis - annual functions also used to take place in this school building.

The other school was M.B. School, where the children of non-Arya Samaji families went. One of my childhood friends from that school Ravi belonged to the first batch of Cadets from the Dehradun Academy to join the Indian Navy of independent India. He retired as a Vice-Admiral. His father was also a lawyer, and lived in the first big house in the left side lane after Gole Bazaar, towards the courts. He was a tall man, and always wore a pagri and smoked a hookah.

Now, come to think of it, most of my father's friends had same age children as us. May be they all came to settle in Lyallpur at the same time, immediately after their marriage. Another friend was Dharam Malik. His family owned a cloth shop in Katchery Bazaar, near the Upkari Cycle shop. He became an architect, did his Landscape architecture from Harvard, and settled down in Toronto. Was Lyallpur the Eldorado of that time?

My family

I was the youngest of eight siblings - six brothers and two sisters. All born in Lyallpur. All studied in Arya School - both boys and girls. My oldest brother, now ninety-six years old, graduated from Government College, Lyallpur. Now, after his retirement, he looks after our agriculture land near Sonepat, (Haryana), which we got in lieu of the land my father lost in Pakistan.

I think I was just about four when my sister got married. But I vividly remember waiting for her baraat (marriage party) at the Gumati Fountain, at the end of Rail Bazaar, from where the Janji (groom's party) were to turn back into Rail Bazaar, and go to Janj Ghar (banquet hall,) where they were put up for the night. The Brass Band Bajas were there even then. They played film songs sung by Yamla Jatt, and about the Jagga dacoit of Lyallpur Jagga Jamya Lyalpur unthe. Jagga was a dreaded dacoit, who was born in Lyallpur, and was featured in a number of hit songs on those days.

My mother (Biji) and my father (Pitaji), with their children. 1934.

Front: Jatinder (6 years old) holding first child, Shashi, of his older sister, Prem Behnji (back left). Others at back: my mother, my sister Santosh, and my younger brother, Satinder.

My Nath bhaji, third oldest, also graduated (around1939) from Government College, Lyallpur. Since he was unable to find any job in Lyallpur, he went off to J J School of Arts, Bombay, to do a five-year course in Fine Arts. He used to have an Agfa Box Camera and did wonders with that. I still have a few pictures of the 1930s\; the youngest kid in them is me. Later on, he started his own Art Studio in Connaught Place, New Delhi, which was his office-cum residence. (This became our first refuge for some time after partition, before moving on to Lake Square, Patel Nagar and finally to Nizamuddin.) He was a pretty tall and handsome young man. Whenever he came to Lyallpur from Bombay during vacations, he always slept on the large white marble slab (I forget the Punjabi name for it) we had on the big terrace of second floor under the open sky.

Except for my eldest brother and eldest sister, who were married in Lyallpur and had arranged marriages, the rest of us eventually all had love marriages, with the blessings of our great mother. May be it (the love affairs) had to do something with our ancestral DNA connection with Heer, of Heer-Ranjha fame. Heer belonged to Jhang, and she, according to the fable, is supposed to have just disappeared into the land, while running away. Her Kuber (grave) is built on that spot. My father showed it to me, since it was on our land at Jhang. Whether the romance by Waris Shah is a fiction or not, they have now built a big mausoleum on her grave. One had to ride on horseback, from the bus stop at the roadside much before Meghiana, the city of Jhang, to go to our land. My father had once taken me with him when I was just a kid. And I never forgot the top-open grave of Heer.

Prem bhaji, the fourth oldest, never married. He did his MSc from the Agriculture College, Lyallpur, and joined the irrigation department near Lyallpur. He was, right from early days, more spiritually inclined than any of us.

During the annual functions of Arya Samaj, a line of Tongas, carrying various participating swamis used to go round the Lyallpur city, singing bhajans, playing harmonium, promoting the function. No Hindu-Muslim problem at that time!

One of the swamis, Swami Satya Nand ji Maharaj, had a big influence on Prem bhaji, who became Swamiji's chela (disciple). After Partition, Swamiji turned away from Arya Samaj, became a Ram Bhagat, and started Shri Ram Shernam in Lajpat Nagar, New Delhi. Prem bhaji, who was then working in the Central Water Power Commission, continued to be tied-up with Swamiji, who became very close to my parents and family. Many years later, when Swamiji passed away, Prem bhaji became the Maharaj of Shri Ram Shernam.

It was Prem bhaji who taught us swimming in the Chenab Canal, which ran near Lyallpur. My father, who was a very keen swimmer, also helped, if Prem bhaji was not there. To jump in the gushing waters of the canal from top of the lock bund was sheer joy.

Another thing Prem bhaji taught us was yoga. A well-known Bhappaji, who lived in one of the inside streets of Katchery Bazaar, used to conduct daily yoga exercises for large number of his followers. This was a huge, green lawn, bigger than a hockey field, with a well, past the Company Bagh, and near the Jail, I think. I think it belonged to Bhai Bal Mukandji, who was a very well-known person. Every morning all of us used to go and do all the asanas, right from Mauyar asan to Sarwang asan. Then we used to have a bath with the well water - even in winter. This place was about a mile or so away from our house, and I used to go on a cycle with Prem bhaji every morning, before going to school.

Ved, called Vedi by my mother, was the next one to graduate from Government College, Lyallpur. He found a job with Karam Chand Thapar, in Delhi, after partition. Later on, he went on to work for UNO and retired from there. Now he also lives in Delhi. All his children and grandchildren live abroad.

That leaves the younger three of us. While I was in school, my brother Satinder, finished his FSc from Government College, Lyallpur, and managed to get admission (with full scholarship) in the prestigious Maclagan Engineering College, Mughalpura, near Lahore. He was the youngest boy to ever get into that college.

One can gauge the kind of respect that college commanded from an incident he narrated to us. Once while traveling back to Lyallpur from Lahore for holidays, all the co-passengers in the rail compartment stood up to pay their respect, when they came to know that he is a student of Maclagan!

He had to leave that institution after the Partition. Luckily, later on he got into Roorkee, and went on to the Imperial College of Engineering, London. He retired from the Central Water Power Commission, and lives in Patpatganj, Delhi.

My other sister and I had luckily left Lyallpur before the serious riots started and tried to continue our studies. My sister, after doing social service at Kurukeshtra (started by Lady Mountbatten), got into Delhi University. She completed her MA in Social Sciences, and married a colleague from London School of Economics. Unfortunately, her husband, Sikander, a brilliant man, died young while he was the Director of Coromandel Fertilizers, Hyderabad. She brought up her three daughters all by herself, while teaching in a school in Delhi.

I finished my studies from Delhi University, and then wasted a little time, without a meaningful job. Like T S Eliot, part of my life was spent over cups of coffee in the India Coffee House, Jan Path, during the 1950s.While doing my MA from Delhi University, I met a contemporary in the University Coffee House\; she was doing her MA from Indraprastha College. We got married, and went off to London for further studies and work. She was a regular visitor to my mother before our wedding.

Our home and family life in Lyallpur

Our house was located in the Gole Bazaar between Katchery and Chiniot Bazaar. The first building on the left side as you entered the Gole Bazaar was the Meat Market run by the butchers, most of them known as Kanjars, who also ran the red-light area. Our house was the fourth house on the left side while going towards Chiniot Bazaar.

You had to climb three steep steps to enter the house, a two-story building. The house had a veranda that was about 20 feet long. The veranda had three doors. The door on the extreme left side opened into a drawing room, (the main entrance was from inside the hall) meant only for the family and friends. The other two doors opened up the big long room, which was my father's office. It was stacked with law books and "briefs" in big khaki envelops printed with his name: Chaudhury Jai Ram Das Sethi, B.A. LL.B. Pleader!

Besides a big table and chairs, for clients, it had a low divan on the extreme left corner for the munshi (scribe) to sit and write all the briefs. All court work was done in Urdu. There was also a room with a hand-pulled pankha (fan) on the ceiling, for which there was a special man to pull the cord.

My father always came home for lunch from the courts, as they were hardly ten minutes away. He would have his lunch meal in the veranda, where a table and two chairs were laid before his arrival. My mother would make fresh hot fluffy phulkas with lot of homemade butter melting on top of it. I vividly remember that, as a small kid and the youngest in the family, I always had bites of hot phulka soaked with butter, while my father enjoyed Gobi-ki-bhaji (cauliflower) with butter. Was always with butter. I picked up this indulgence as a small kid while looking at my father enjoying Gobi vegetable with butter. Some childhood habits, even silly, ones live with you forever. The family was vegetarian. Even onions were not allowed in the house.

In the evening, a table, few chairs and a charpoy (cot) was placed on the roadside, after the mashqui (person with a mashaq - a leather container for water) had watered the ground to cool the ground. This was the time for meeting the friends for a chat.

Unlike most of his friends, Pitaji never smoked a hookah or cigarette. He was a very gentle soul, modern, liberal, well read, and not all concerned with money. Frankly, I don't know how Biji, my mother ever ran the house. I had never ever seen my father asking money from his clients. Yet, he used to pack his hold-all, and go off to Kashmir every year when the courts closed for two months for summer. May be it was the job of the munshi to collect the fees.

My father was a civil (not criminal) lawyer. The civil cases of his upcountry, village clients went on and on. In the meanwhile, the clients stayed on in our house for weeks. Luckily, my mother didn't have to cook to feed them\; their food used to come from the tandoor run by a big woman, just three buildings away from our house. At night, these clients slept on cots, which we had kept for this purpose. In winter, they slept in the veranda.

Most of the residential houses on both side of the bazaar extended right up to the back lane. For instance, our house extended right up to the back lane, running parallel to the Gole Bazaar, next to the Jama Masjid. The main door was carved, and had two knockers. It opened to a small alcove.

On the left hand side, there was a staircase that took you to the first floor, which had a huge open L-shaped terrace, and two large rooms overlooking the bazaar. It also had a tatti (toilet) which was cleaned every day by a woman known as jamadarni or bhangan.

In those days, homes did not have WCs and flush system for bathrooms. In fact, nobody had even a washbasin for washing hands.

At the back of the terrace, there was another staircase, which led you the second floor, where Nath bhaji used to sleep in summer. Another staircase went down to the veranda on the Gole Bazaar side.

After entering the house from the main gate on the galli-side, the left side took you to the main living quarters. There was huge open courtyard, with a big long marble platform along the wall facing the Jama Masjid lane. On the extreme left corner, there was a tandoor for making tandoori-rotis. On the right hand corner of the slab was a Hamam (with a bucket underneath) for washing hands with Lifebuoy soap.

Next to the tandoor, there was a large arch type opening, without any gate, that took you down two steps to a very big barn, which held our three buffalos, and a cow with a newly born calf. Here was another room inside the barn for keeping hay, oil-seeds, etc. for feeding the animals. A Gujjar would come every morning to milk the cow and the buffalos. Buckets full of milk every morning!

As a kid, I sometimes used to milk the cow myself, after the back legs were tied by the Gujjar, and at the same time drink the milk directly from the full udders. Satinder or I used to prepare feed and feed the cattle, if there was no servant, which was the case quite often!

The barn had a separate entrance from the galli, where the cattle were tied during the day, close to the main door to the house.

Beside two big bedrooms, there was a small room next to the courtyard. This was like a bank vault. All the winter stuff, like quilts, blankets, woollen clothes and kangris (firepots used to keep warm) were kept there. Perhaps some valuable also as it was always kept locked.


On the left hand side of the courtyard, when you entered the house, there was a long, but not very wide, bathroom. Next to it was my mother's kitchen, about 15 feet by 15 feet. There was no door to it. The double chulha (cookstove) was very common in those days - there were no electric or gas cooking ranges. The fuel was dried-up cow dung and wood, which was plentiful.

Churning the butter and making lassi was daily morning affair, as we had plenty of milk. My mother had a big Medhani just outside the kitchen for this purpose.

After finishing her early bath, my mother would read her Gutka (small book) of Japji Sahib, before doing all the other work. After taking the butter and lassi out, what was left in the cloth strainer was called poen, which made a very tasty dish.

On school days, Biji would make salted parathas, with lot of white butter, and a big steel glass full of thick lassi (what was then known as Adherica or Matha) for us .We always had all our meals in the kitchen. There were no tables and chairs, but only small low chowkis (stools), on which we sat. Biji kept making chapattis, and serving each one of us with garma-garam (piping hot) phulkas. In winter, it used to be tandoori parantha instead phulkas. I don't think our family as a whole ever sat together for meals or chitchat. Maybe I don't remember, being a kid. My elder sister with her two children would often come from Sargodha, and would help Biji.

Biji, used to do all the housework herself, as there were no help, least not in our house. She used to wash the family clothes also. I think, by the time I became aware of things, I noticed that her fingers had almost doubled-up because of arthritis. Obviously, she had been working for almost 15 or more years, giving birth to eight children, bringing them up, sewing and knitting their clothes, cooking food, doing all other house work.

Yet, she never ever said a word of complaint .She still had a lot of time to keep my head in her lap and stroke my hair with love. She was a great favourite of her sister's children. She was a very liberal big-hearted lady.

"This lady who gave birth to a son like Premji Maharaj," so said Swami Satya Nand Ji. Just as I was the youngest and ladla (darling) of my family, my mother was similarly the youngest of her family. We were six brothers and two sisters\; my mother was the youngest of eight siblings - six sisters and two brothers. Her father was a Civil Surgeon, a prestigious occupation. Her older brother, who arranged her match with my father, was a well-known High Court criminal lawyer. It was said in Punjab that if you have murdered someone, just manage to reach Ahuja Sahib's kothi (her father's house) in Sargodha, and you will be saved.

I remember her father's house was very big bungalow with almost 20 rooms, and lawns as big as the football ground, with three convertible cars in the porch. He was a very close friend of the famous Sir Sikander Heyat Khan and Sir Firoze Khan Noon. I was hardly in 4th class when he passed away.

Biji's other brother became the Indian Trade Commissioner in Toronto, and, later Counsel-General in San Francisco, during the Second World War.

Her sisters were all married to big zamindars of Sargodha and Khushab. They had to leave everything behind in Pakistan, and resettled in Ambala after the Partition.

Biji's kitchen was the nerve centre of the house. From there, a corridor with rooms on both side connected to Pitaji's office, and the Gole Bazaar side veranda. One of the rooms on the right hand-side was used exclusively for storing jute sacks full of wheat and other produce, which used to come from our farmland in Jhang.

(One of our family's rules was that the first five sacks of new wheat must go to the Yatim-khanna (orphanage) of the Arya School, which was headed by the Head Master Shri Ram Lal Sapra, under whom we all studied.)

In the same room, there were three big Ali-Baba type murtban (ceramic jars). One jar contained meetha achaar (sweet pickles) of vegetables - gobi (cauliflower), gaajar (carrot) and shalgam (turnip). A great favourite of Nath bhaji and myself.

The second jar had Aam Ka Achaar (mango pickle with berries). The third jar had Gajar Ka Murabba (carrot jam).

It was an yearly routine of my mother to prepare what these jars held. She would also dry these winter vegetables for use in summer.

All that work, with crooked fingers, yet happy that her children enjoyed her food!

Moreover, Biji, being a regular Gurudwara goer, also used to be a volunteer for making tandoor roti on the Langar day, especially on Guru Nanak's birthday. On that day, we all used to go and eat lunch at the Langar, with hundreds of other people.

I believe she missed her Kar Sewa (voluntary service) only on the day I was born because that happened to be Guru Nanak's birthday that year. She continued to do her work, even after partition.

After Partition, she helped her sons and daughter to marry their own friends. No issues, no tantrums.

Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs

Our house actually was in a Muslim area though quite a few Hindus and Sikhs were also there. Our main door in the back galli was right opposite the Jama Masjid, next to the house of Hakim Sahib. All of us were sober, gentle and good friends. In fact, two brothers, also living next to the Masjid, were great pals of Nath and Prem Bhaji. Asherf, the elder one was in Government College, and Asgar, who became the head of the local library, was in the Agriculture College. These two colleges had great rivalry while playing hockey matches.

I still remember the slogan shouting during the match to boo the opponents. Government college boys would shout "Hul Panchal, Hai Hai" while the opponents taunted the life style of Government college team by shouting "Kanghi Shisha Hai Hai" (comb &amp\; mirror users).

I don't recall much of Khalsa College.

Asgar bhai once came to our home to show us his new nine-gear bicycle bought from Lahore. It was such a thrill to ride it. We never had that kind of money to buy such stuff. In fact, we didn't even own a radio, which some of our neighbours had. Big sets with lighted tubes inside -were they Pye or Marconi brands?

In our house, like many others, we used to fetch water for drinking from a Masjid. Just outside the Katchery Bazaar, before the Courts, you turn right along the small running canal, and come to a Maseet (Masjid, mosque), which had a well inside. And the water from there was not only crystal clear but icy cold. We used to take a Ghagar (big pot), fill up with water and store it in our home.

Further up the Maseet lived the Pandhis and Jhingans. All lawyer families - with children of our age. Pandhis were a tennis playing family, like the Vermas.

At that time, there was no Hindu and Muslim problem - not in my small world. If Jama Masjid was next to our house, so was the main Gurudwara, which was in the street just across the road (Katchery Bazaar) where my mother went every morning. That street had large houses, and, if I recollect, there were Verma Brothers - both lawyers, with children the same age as ours. Their house with big gate was on the left side of the lane, which continued to Rail Bazaar.

The lady of the house there was good friend of my mother. I don't know how far it is true, but our mother used to tell us about her that she used to wear a wristwatch even though she couldn't tell the time and had to ask others to check the time. Their house was just next to the big Gurudwara, which was a fully Hindu area.

Later on, our family took a refuge in their house for the night after the panic started on finding a murdered Hindu near the garden. First murder of a Hindu.

This gurudwara galli merged with Katchery bazaar, on one side and forked to Rail bazaar. At that junction, there was another big house with two big gates (shape of a horseshoe) and a stable for the Tonga. Belonged to another lawyer. My mother knew most of these residents -the regulars to Ladies Park and Gurudwara - and got together for happy or sad occasions of friends.

These two lanes - ours, on the left hand side of Katchery Bazaar (if you were coming from Ghanta Ghar) in the Jama Masjid lane, and the opposite Gurudwara lane of Verma brothers - got divided as Muslim and Hindu zones. And we were caught in the Muslim zone, when the real trouble started. My second sister and myself (kids at that time) used to get scared when the Muslim crowd from our lane shouted "Allah Hoo Akbar." And the Hindu reply echoed "Jo Bole, So Nihal".

That's the time our father dispatched my sister and me to Delhi. The rest of the family managed to get a police escort to drive them to airport, and flew out in the last over loaded plane that left Lyallpur. Prem bhaji just managed to get into a running plane. My older sister's family in Sargodha had problems in escaping to India, but they managed safely.

At that time, when we were in primary school, the Hindu Muslim problem was not acute because both Hindus and Muslims were united in the Independence Movement.

Imagine, in my Arya school, after the daily hawan, we sang Allama Iqbal's poem in the Assembly

Lub pay aaee hai Dua bun kay tamana meri,

zindgi shamaa ki soorat ho khudyah meri

dooor duniya ka mere dum say andhera ho jaaye

her Jagga mere chamkney say ujalla ho haay

ho mere dum say yunhi mere watan ki zeenat

jis terha phool say hoti hai chaman ki zeenat.

Is this the Allama Iqbal, who is supposed to have been called the father of Islamic State idea? How could there be Hindu Muslim riots? Arya School and Allama Iqbal! Can we dream of this One Brotherhood again? Doubts persist in my mind.

Iqbal's poem

Family life

During the Sawan month (rainy season), the whole family used to go for picnic at the Chenab (one of the five rivers of Punjab) canal, which was not very far. It was a beautiful place with huge trees, which shielded you from the hot sun, and which we used for putting up the jhoola.

We would take mangoes, milk, sugar salt, ice and our hand-cranked ice-cream making machine, since there were no readymade ice cream bricks. (We also used to get our biscuit made from the nearby bakery, which was located between the local Jama Masjid and the Ghanta Ghar. I remember my mother would give atta, sugar, ghee, milk, etc., which I would take to the bakery. I would sit in the bakery near the big oven and select the shapes of biscuit to be baked. The available shapes included playing card designs - hearts, diamonds, clubs, and spades. I remember the fresh, hot, khasta (flaky) biscuits that came out.)

While we all went for the swim in the canal, the mangoes were left in a bucket full of water to cool them. It was great fun to jump from top of the lock-bund into the gushing water, again and again. After the swim, it used to be plenty of paranthas with pickle or mangoes. And, of course, fresh handmade ice cream. We would return home in the evening.

Having older brothers and sister added to few additional happy moments. My father used to celebrate the passing of exams of each child. (Eight of them!) The celebration (my granddaughter laughs at it) consisted of making Kutchi Lassi that was half milk and half water in a big tub, with lot of ice. Plus, lemonade bottles with bantas (a small round marble that acted like a cork) at the top, which we opened with our thumbs. There was a shop in Katchery Bazaar, just before Ghana Ghar, on the left side while going from Gole Bazaar, which used to have the hand-cranked bottle filling machines. It was the only shop I remember which used to sell lemonade, ice, and flavoured water.

Anyway, these celebrations were good fun celebrating a happy moment. My mother loved it, and would make kheer (rice pudding) or Halwa for the night meal.

I still can't recollect how these purchases were paid for. I never saw any money. But, obviously money was there, and people were paid (there was no barter with our land produce). Even the mochi (cobbler), who used to make shoes for all of us, never asked me for the money.

While entering the Katchery Bazaar from the courts, this mochi had his shop on the left hand side. We would go there, and give our foot measurement. He would make perfect fitting shoes. He was a family mochi, like the family barber. Handmade shoes were then a necessity and cheap, though there was a shoe shop next to cycle shop in Katchery Bazaar.

The world in those days was small, simple, uncomplicated and full of helpful souls in Lyallpur till the volcano of madness erupted. Along with that vanished, at least in urban areas, some good souls who were great help to the housewives there.

I recall the services of three most welcome and trusted ladies in Hindu homes, at least, in Lyallpur. One was the naian, the wife the family barber, who used to come home every morning to shave my father. The naian was the forerunner of the present so-called social networking sites, such as Facebook. She would carry messages from one home to other, offering various services. She was called upon by mothers to help in finding husbands for their daughters. Total secrecy was maintained by these naians, who were very trustworthy. Nain was an institution in Lyallpur, which has disappeared now.

The second lady was the panditain, (a Brahmin) who was as the wife/daughter of the Pandit. She would visit a number of homes in the morning, and collect rotis. My mother used to wait for her, and make special rotis every day. Like the naian, the panditain was useful (in combination with the naian) for organizing religious functions, such as mundan, thread ceremony, Naam-Karan (naming ceremony), etc.

Whereas these two ladies were regular daily visitors, the third one was required, perhaps, once in a year. I am referring to the old institution of daiee (mid-wife).There was one regular daiee who helped my mother in the childbirth of all her eight children. She became like a sister to my father, and we used to call her Bhua (father's sister).

That was Lyallpur. Lyallpur where we six brothers and two sisters were born.


The Sethi clan of Lyallpur and Jhang expanded in Independent India. Our children and grandchildren were born in Delhi, without the remorse or feelings of hatred towards other religions. In fact, in their own ways, some of the younger Sethis are trying to re-construct the bridges destroyed by hatred and distrust. For instance, Nath bhaji's youngest son, now in Seattle, married a Muslim girl from Pakistan. The daughter of my other brother, Satinder, married a Muslim boy in Delhi. Satinder's son married a Catholic girl. My sister's daughter (a graduate of JNU) married a Parsi colleague! Is that the left over effect of secular, modern Lyallpur in the family blood?

Our family has never been very expressive and big talkers, but that doesn't mean that the bonds of emotional affection were also missing. On the contrary, they were and are very strong but in a silent way. I, being the youngest, had affection, love and help from all the elders - not only in Lyallpur but even right up to today. I also had the good fortune to get advice from everybody in the family.

This post is my way to Salaam everyone in my family. As Bulle Shah says in one of his well-known songs, sung by famous Pakistani Sufi singer, Abida Parveen,

I am neither a Maulvi nor a pandit, nor do I run to the holy place.

Abida Parveen singing Bulle Shah


© Jatinder Sethi 2012

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It will be very nice to have date in every message!!!

Dear Jatinder I live in Switzerland but I visit Delhi very often. Narinder is my cousin and lives in Delhi with his father. I will nudge him to write to you. Warm wishes. Virender

VITENDER(Is it right?) Thanks for note. I got details about you from the other Sapra family-Pran and Narinder.Yes,my brother tells me that we were very close to the Sapras,and my elder brother Prem Nath Sethi(Shri Prem ji Maharaj) was class fellow of Pran Sapra in agriculture college in MSC.We all the brothers were students of Arya School.including my eldest brother who passed away few years back at the age of 92 Rajinder Sethi.Keep in touch. seasons Greetings. Jatinder Sethi

Me Liaqat Masih from Lyallpur, a Pakistani who still mad to call it Lyallpur.....................ur memories made me cry a lot..I m always missing good old days that will never return. I was born here in 1970 but i miss pre partition Lyallpur.. what a sweet heart city it was once...cant write more..plz visit it once... tohade per choo k Lyallpur ton boht boht salam

Dear Jatinder Ji It gave me goosebumps to read your vivid recollections, detailed descriptions virtually transporting one who has never been to Layallpur It is a small world. My Nana Ji, Mathra Das Virmani and Nani Ji,Kesar Bai lived in Sargodha. Nanaji was born in 1870 in Kheora, known for salt mines. He was Kanun Go, supervisor of Patwaris. Had two houses, one on Plot #6. Their only daughter, Vidyawati, my mother was born in Sargodha in 1912. May be your Biji and Her family knew them. She married my father, Shri Kundan Lal and moved to Khanewal. We cross path again through Swami Satyanand Ji Maharaj. I remember meeting Prem Ji, as we knew him, whenever he visited Panipat along with Swami Ji. His other disciple, Shakuntla Behanji, later known as Shakuntla Ma and now her daughter, Darshi Ma have been our family's Gurus at Ram Sharnam,Panipat. I was 14 years old in 1958 when Swami Ji gave me Diksha. I remember being told that Prem Ji practised Homeopathy and would go on his scooter to villages and give free treatment to poor people. Now living in USA, thanks to the efforts of Subodh Ji, we are getting connected. Most of our family lives in Delhi. Before partition we lived in Khanewal where my father, Kundan Lal Luthra was a landlord and later the family of six brothers and two sisters settled in Panipat. Will love to meet you when we visit Delhi next time. Thank you for posting your memories.

Dear Juginder, Well believe it or not,its a humbling experience to get such gracious letters,especially from folkd who prove how small this world is(Thanks to people like Subodh Mathur).I went to Srgodha number of times to meet my elder sister,but that was when I was hardly 5 years old-must be late 30s.Now all my Biji and sisters family are no more. Neither is Premji.Incidently, in the Ram Shernam in Delhi, there is a Homeopathic Dispensary which is runing under Premjis name.The Lyallpur Vermanis were the founders of Delhi Ram Shernam. I also met Darsh Ma last month when she visited Gurgaon. Where in Usa are you and what are you doing,and also let me have the address of yourv family in Delhi.My younger son(now a48,is settled in New Jersey -now an American Citizen.We are at Gurgaon.Ask Subodh to send you other blog Links about My Journey Through Life.If you are interested about the miracles of Premji,you should read my blog"Are we Alive To being Alive?" I will send the link to Subodh who can pass it on you. Keep in Touch. A very Happy New Year to you and your family. JATINDER

Hi im currently living in khanewal and trying to compile a history of the city. Would love to talk with you about the khanewal you remember. I can share new pictures from khanewal with you too

Regards , Ejaz Born Faisalabad . Lived Bol- e- di ch!uggi, Studied M.B High School , Intermediate Government Degree College Lyallpur

Ejaz Bhai.I had quite a few friends inMB School in our day,and, as I said, My school was at Mai-di-jhugi past Company garden. Which year are talking about? after Partion? ?ition or before. Are you still in Faisalabad? Thanks for comments.. Khuda Hafiz.

Respected sir MB High School you are talking about before partition was on Kotwali Road (probably not in Mai Di Jhuggi which is situated about 3 km away from Kotwali Road farther to Company Bagh)? This school was established in 1912 and it is still there. Once it was the largest school of Faisalabad. Murad Khan, Lyallpur

Yes IAM living in Lyallpur Railbazar.Next to Khalsa middle school.

Sethi Sahib it is unimaginable pain when you think about Laylpur i gone through same me live at Montgomery and want to see Aligarh last time i die where i was born my two sister live in lylpur i frequently visit via Tandilianwala Samundri some villager still sing JAGA JAMAYAN and remember jaga when pass Samundry than

Tariq Bhai, Jub Aaap jaisey log Mera Lyallpur ka post dekh kar khat likhtey hain to apne shaher Lyallpur ki bahur yaad aatihai. Pur keya kar saktehy hain.India of the past key Sabodh Mathur sahib ka bhalla ho ki aap logon say mulaqaat ho jati hai. Thank you very much. Khuda Hafiz Jatinder Sethi..

uncle jatinder sethi after reading your blog i find myself wondering in the old layalpur.for a long time i was looking for somone who migrated to india from layalpur in 1947.though i met with some people but they were not from layalpur city they were from subrubs of there anyway i can talk to to you?my cell phone is 92 343 6179356 and my email is would be a great pleasure and the big experince of my life to talk to you

My dear Waqar I am so pleasantly surprised to get your message through Mr.Mathur.Would love to get in touch with you,either via your email or/&phone. Are you Lyallpur based now?Or somewhere else.I don't know your cell code of 92.Will send you mail shortly. My regards.

Dear Sethi Sahib I know nothing of Lyallpur, except that a friend of mine ( a Wadhwa) and his family were evacuated by an IAF Dakota. Not much room. So,no seats . But at least they reached India alive. I have Sethi relatives but they are not Lyallpuris. They are from Sargodha district. A cousin of my father, I think he was a Chandhiok, was in Lyallpur pre-1947, Thank you and best wishes.

Dear Dr.Anand--wherever you are Thanks for going through the post.You know this was the last IAF Dakota to leave--which was arranged by my brother Shri Premji Maharaj of Shri Ram Shernam,and he also almost missed it after emplaning my farher and mother,and had to run the plane as the mob had almost reached the Airport.i,in the 9th class and my elder sister, Santosh, had already left Lyallpur .But I saw the carnage of Hindu-Muslim riot in Delhi .I am unable to recollect all the names of people you mention,but must have known them. I,as a small kid,used to visit Sargodha very often.As my eldr sister was married to a Batra family there. Moreover My elder Mammaji the leading lawyer of Punjab ,had a huge Kothi there with big cars--in those days>.Good to hear from you.

Dear Dr.Anand Nice to hear from you, no matter where you come from. Actually my family also was the last to catch the same last plane.Sargodha was almost our second home.My sister was married there to a Batra family.And my mammaji was the Punjab well- known lawyer.I and my wife spent n6 years in London from1958 to1965.thanks once again

Jatinder Sethi Uncle, Its like so so great to read your blog. I was searching desperately for Prem Ji maharaj and found this. I cnt express my gratitude for the article. I am doing study on maharaj ji's life. I met your sister in Shree ram sharnam, she also shared many things about maharaj. I also wanted to share that listening from you is no way less than listening to maharaj ji...Please let me know if I can meet you. Khuda Hafeez.

Vedu Great to hear from you. Let me know where are placed?you must have met elder sister,Santosh(now in Singapore)My elder brother--older to Santosh-Ved lives in Kailash in New delhi.I-the youngest brother-live in Gurgaon. If you let me have your email,i will send you Veds mail Id,and you can contact him also.My mail Id look fwd to your reply.

Hi, My name is Gurvinder and I am currently in USA. This was a very nostalgic piece. Only tears flowed.... Read it once, twice and thrice, and continue to hold it as a precious piece of publication. I was born in Delhi to my parents who were born in Pakistan but migrated to India with 2 little children. Dad was from Jhang-Maghiana from a famous Khanijo family of surgeons and bhaiji's in gurdwara. Mom was from bagh village soem 6 miles from Jhang on Toba Tek singh road. They got married in 1940's and they made their first house in Lyallpur. Mom used to proudly tell us how beautiful Lyallpur was - how modern it was and so on.... They lived in Douglaspura (she use to call it Diglispura) in an apartment I think. My dad Jiwan Singh was a hockey player and a pharmacist by profession. His wonderful stories of swimming in Chenab with his cousins always amused us. Both are not in this world anymore but your story got me closer to their lives that i did not know. Dad died in 1970 while I was in 5th grade but mom was in US with me and passed on in 2011. I felt I knew nothing of where they came from - my proud Jhangi parents - but you gave me an insight of that time and all I could do was to bless you, thank you and cry some more. Finally, I knew my roots.

Dear Gurinder,I had not looked at my mail for quite few days, hence did not see your comments earlier.Its so wonderful to know that how we all humans are somehow connected with each other. As you must have read that my father belonged to Jhang.Lyallpur was no-doubt a beautiful town as it was newly developed. The Chenab Canal was the lifeline, and great attraction for us children.Especially during the mango season. And our Gurdewara,just opposite our street, was something worth seeing.My mother was a regular there. My younger son,now 50,lives in New Jersey and has become an American citizen.If you are interested you can read my other blogs--about memories of Delhi and my Journey Through Life in 3 parts, My sons are very keen that I should revisit Lyallpur, but somehow don't want to spoil my memories. Thanks for writing.

Lyallpur ton salam...tohadi mata ji da douglesspura v vekhia te bapu da jhang v boht vari vekhia q k mai Lyallpur ton aan..te hun rawalpindi rehna...Facebook te mai page create kita Lyallpuriye...te kadi chakar lagao...ji ayan nu

Liaqat Sahib RUB neh chauha te Zaroor ik bar Lyallpur chakar legay ga. Manun HEER di Kabar phir dekhen da bada jee ai. Jhang ja ka. "Ji ayan nu" wastey Shukriya, Allah Hafiz.

Respected sir I was born in 1960 in Lyallpur and I think and witnessed that the Lyallpur of 1960s was not as you you have described. Now most of the old buildings are not existing but still a few of them are surviving. My late fathers and uncles told me the stories of united India .. we belong to this soil and I am proud of it. Murad Khan Lyallpur

Respected sir You have written "I am not quite certain where Aminpur and Bhawana Bazaars led to. Aminpur Bazaar was the place where most of the stationary and bookshops were located. I remember we used to rush to sell our class books after the exam results were declared, and buy books of the new class. We were not allowed to buy new books, if there were good second-hand books available, which normally they were. Money was scarce then (it always has been). Moreover, these second-hand books had notes jotted down by the earlier owners, which were quite helpful. We used to sell our old books at the same time." As you have written that your house was fourth fourth one when enterin the Gole Bazar from Katchery Bazaar towards Chionote Bazaar. If you go farther in the same direction (anitclockwise direction) in the Gole Bazar from Chniote Bazaar, the next bazaar is Aminpur Bazaar (where still there is big cluster of stationery and bookshops). From Aminpur Bazaar if you enter the Gole Bazzar in anticlockwise direction, the next Bazaar is Bhawana Bazar, moving farther in the same direction is the Jhang Bazaar, then Montgomery Bazaar, Karkhan Bazaar, Rail Bazaar, Katchery Bazaar. MB High School is outside Aminpur Bazaar, now called MC High School (situated next to Kotwali of Lyallpur). Government College Lyallpur is still there but now its name has been changed as 'Government College University Faisalabad GCUF ), in front of Santpura in the neighbourhooed of Douglaspura (by the way my birthplace is street No. 4 of Douglaspura in 1960). I have been the student of MB High School Lyallpur from 1970 to 1975, I secured first position in that school in matriculation examination. I was also the student of Government College Lyallpur where your father was Professor of Physics. I can send the current pictures of all those places you have mentioned in your article. Murad Khan (born in Lyallpur in 1960, and still living there) Lyallpur

Respected sir Corrigendum: In my previously posted commente I mistakenly use anticlockwise direction. So please consider "clockwise" rather than anticlockwise in my above comments/post. I shall be emailing you the current photos of all places you have mentioned in your articles. Murad Khan, Lyallpur

Murad,you are like my elder son who was born in 1959.I am really grateful to you for giving me the details about our 8 Bazzars. The way you have described, I can almost see them and can walk to those book shops again, to sell the old books and buy the new one, day after the school results. Money for us was also scare. Bur life was very comfortable and peaceful..incidentally, my father was a lawyer and it was my cousin who was a professor in Govt. College. You don't have to send pictures, but thanks anyway. Is the Jama masjid still in the same street where our house was?How is the Canal? do children go there for swimming? Do keep in touch,Murad.Khuda_Hafiz1

Respected sir Thank you for your kind words for me. Jamaia Masjid situated in between Chiniot Bazaar and Katchery Bazaar on the backside of your house (no in the Gole Bazaar) is still there. Your house in Gole Bazaar is now with many whole-sale shops of cloths as you know Lyallpur is the largest center of textiles in Pakistan (now it is also the 3rd largest city of Pakistan). In Aminpur Bazaar on the side of Munshi Mohalla and in front of it, still there are many book and stationery shops. The part of the Gole Bazaar between Katchery Bazaar and Chiniot Bazaar is very busy with numerous cloth shops. Canal is still there and now it has very wide carpeted roads on both sides from Samundri Road to Lahore Road with two underpasses (we call them West Canal and East Canal Roads). I am working as a teacher in a medical college situated on West canal road MB High School (established in 1912) now called MC Higher Secondary School is still there [img][/img] My best regards Murad Khan, Lyallpur

Murad I am unable to open your attachment of Photos of Lyallpur as they are on different software. Tell me how to open as I am very anxious to see the photos . I await your reply

Dear Jatinder Seth Today on June 20, 2015 I have made some current photos of your probable old house in Gole Bazar when we enter from Kutchery Bazar toward Chiniot Bazar. First Building on left side is Alfalah Bank Building, the second building now seems new, 3rd building is now with a label Puri Fabrics, after that on the left side there is is small building now labeled Ashraf Cloth House and after it there is building now labeled Jamia Cloth Market (You can view all these labels on the photos). Please recognize which was your house. When we enter Gole Bazar from Kutchery Bazar toward Chiot Bazar, your house was fourth on left side while the first building on right side was Central Cooperative Bank Ltd Lyallpur (fortunately this building is still there in its original form and I have made its photo, you can view it). The building of Central Cooperative Bank was about 3 houses away from your old house. I have also made some pics of MB School Lyallpur established in 1912. I have also made a picture of this school building along with the Honor Board (showing the names of students of this school who stood first in Matriculation examination from 1934 to 2009 --- by the way I stood first in 1975 as my name is also mentioned in the honor board of this school) You can view these pictures at URL [url][/url]

Send the photos again, me

Murad, It will take me time to relish all information. I will go through and write back to you. I saw your FB site

Sent from my iPad Thanks for your email jatinderji Ji. I am in New Jersey as well, though I am attending a conference in Ashville, NC right now. I remember dad saying that they tied mangoes in a bag and floated them in Chenab so that they were cold and ready as all his cousins came out of water after a good swim with him. It seems jatinderji's mother and my mother shared something in common - the fact that both went to the same gurdwara is really touching. I gives me goose bumps thinking about that. As you said we are all connected and it is amazing that we are sharing the memories of past. I also read the novel "The fine family" by Gurucharan Das after reading the article. One of the people cited in the book as Des Raj was a friend of my dad and tayaji and the family. He lived in paharganj Delhi and we are from Karol bagh Delhi. I also remember that once in India dad used to participate in jhang association run by people of jhang/lyallpur area. I myself would love to visit lyallpur/jhang to see my roots. I will definitely read your blog and I will try and write something based on the memories of my dearest parents. Touching your feet to seek blessings jatinderji Gurvinder Khaneja

Dear Sir, My name is Aman Arora, I am 27 years old and live in New Delhi. My Grandfather was born(1930) in Lyallpur and i vaguely remember some of the stores he told me about Lyallpur and what his father(my great-grandfather) did and their family business. We are a Sikh family. My Grandfathers name is Sohan Singh and his father owned a Soap Factory and couple of Hotels in Lyallpur. Unfortunately my grandfather passed away in 2009. I was just wondering if with this little information, you could recollect or know my family roots. I also happen to remember that my great-grandfather also played some role in the planning of the Lyallpur Town.

Dear Jatinder, Luckily I came across your blog and it brought back some memories from my Childhood. I was born in Lyallpur in 1945 but have heard so much of this beautiful city from my mother and grandmother that hopefully one day will get a chance to visit Lyallpur. We had our lands in Chak 27 JB near Lyallpur and had a house in SANTPURA. My grandmother never liked the lands we got near PATIALA in lieu of what we left behind til her last breath. Any how time is a great healer and with god's grace we all survived 1947 and it is nice to know that every one is doing well. Lots of love and regards to all the past and present loving folks from Layallpur.

I am a born Lyallpuri.Love this word and did not like its name changed.Thank u for carrying me in those memory lanes of eight Bazars , I roamed since childhood .Studied in the school u mentioned as MB school and Govt college.Now I am 65 and a retired service officer and this visit greatly helped.Thank u sir

Janab Ishtiaq Sahib you are almost 20 years younger to me,and perhaps has seen Lyallpur with a different view than I.We used to love the Company Bag,swim in the Canal and the ice cold water from the Maseet outside Kacheri Bazzar.Do keep in touch. Khuda Hafiz.

Sir I wrote you befor and got your feedback yesterday i went to Laylpur via Ghar Fateh Shah ,Rahmay sir,Tandllanwala and Bangla Satiana a rout opened from Montgomery I went to see a friend in GALLAI WAKAILNWALI @ kachery Bazar i sit on GUMTI very near to Katachry bazar chowk and thought once you sat on that waiting BARAT of your sister Sir you never mentioned LASHORI SHAH in your memorries

Triq,thanks for note. Infact Galli Wakailnwali was just opposite our house in gole bazar.Infact the very first house on the left corner when you enter the galli belonged Sawhany sahib-He was also vakil and used to smoke Hukka. His younger son,Ravi became a Vice Admiral in Indian Navy . I do not recall Lashori Shah,Can you revive my memory?

Jatinder Sb Lasorhi Shah is a muslim saint Temple opposit Regal Cinema regal road Jhang Bazar.Ustad Nusrat fateh Ali Khan,Habib jalib were also living face book id is as under.

Sir me coming india in October 2015 to visit reativeat Aligarh & Hathress What may i should bring you from LAYLLPUR, it will be my honour

The Lashori Shah is famous MAZAR of a muslim saint

Dear Asma Ji & all you friends in this thread, I am visiting Lahore in Feb along with my wife & dtr to attend my dtr's friends wedding & during this visit I will like to locate my granddads home in Jhang & hope you could help me locating it. My grandfather Shri Sita Ram Sachdeva's home address in Jhang in Pakistan. Address KHEEVE VALA DARWAJA(???? ???? ??????) JANDRALA VALA KHOO(??????? ???? ??) KHOO means well JHANG The house was in the middle of the lane was in proper jhang city and it was in front of Rai Sahib Bhola Nath and there used to be no numbers of house and gali at that time. My grandfather was the manager in Japan cotton company and he used to live 6 months in jhang and the rest 6 months in patoki near Lahore. My dads name was Rajkumar Sachdeva & he had 2 elder brothers by name Dharampal Sachdeva & Jagdish Sachdeva & a younger brother by game Yashpal Sachdeva. Regards.

[size=medium][/size]My maternal grandparents were from Jhang. My Jaihiji (naniji) told me that they used to live in Kheeve vala Darwaja. My Nanaji name was Niyamat Rai Sehgal. My Naniji's maika (peke) were in Gali Jhandi Wali in Jhang. I read this blog and wanted to see if you were able to visit these addresses on your recent Feb visit to Pakistan. If you have any pictures or videos that you can share, I will be very grateful. Thanks Vikas Chopra

Dear Mr. Vipin Suchdave, Do you know any one from Jhang city with the Name shamher Dutt, son of Mani Ram, Jhang City

Dear Mr Raza, I am not aware of any person by name Mr. Shamher Dutt, S/o Mr. Mani Ram. Sorry. Best wishes.

Man who shaped Hero Born in 1923 at Kamalia in Toba Tek Singh district of undivided Punjab, Brijmohan Lall Munjal (pic) was currently chairman emeritus of Hero Motocorp Onece Kamalaya Tehsiel of Laylpur He was also son of Distt.Layalpur

I wonder if Brijmohan Lall Munjal,having been born in Toba Tek Singh,ever read MANTO sahibs. Must have, because we all from Lyallpur of that time were taught Urdu from "Kachhi" class Write Alf Bay Pay on TAKHTIS. Than k you Taiq,for the information.

By reading your memories i felt like my grand dad is telling me about the past in Hushyaarpur (sham churasi) with tears in his eyes. I was Born in a village called Manguana near Tehsil Bhowana (Jhang). I live in Bradford UK now but one of my Brother Rana Nasrullah khan is wakeel in Bhowana . If any one need to visit or any help regarding finding there homes then you are most welcome .


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