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exodus MOOD
STREET Town Talk development The
‘star dish’ maker
exodus From the frontline Impressions from an IDP camp — where life shows its most unkind face
By Rweeda Himayat The media on Tuesday May 19, showed us the five
captured monsters, all imported — the ‘Talibans’ in Swat valley. All
the five men were neither Pakistanis nor Pukhtuns. Who are they? And why
are they here? I do not intend to get into the political situation here
but if you trek up northwards, it becomes even more evident that the
people of the nation are in great distress and pain, suffering and
fighting for survival each day. I talk of an area called Rustam, Sudam, geographically, the northern part of Mardan district, bordering most part of Buner district. It is home to the legendary Ajab Khan of Chargulai, who was the only one to inflict defeat on the British in the late 19th century other than the first Afghan war (1843) in the same Umbela pass through which the Pakistan army has now moved into Buner. Sudam is a total of about a half hour trek, separated
from Buner by three ranges of magnificent mountains. The people of these
two towns share traditional, personal and cultural ties. Inter marriages,
friendships and family relations are common between them. As a result, a
lot of people have migrated to reside with the locals here. Currently, one
katcha house is accommodating 80 people simultaneously. The count of those
displaced and arrived, both from Swat and Buner, is approximately about
50,000 and beyond. Having had the opportunity to visit our guests (IDP) in village Narro and Jallil, in Rustam, yesterday, I realised how closely we missed being labeled "displaced" ourselves, perhaps, very similar to the example, you could understand, of the relation between Islamabad and Rawalpindi, or maybe the Mall Road, Lahore and Defence DHA. I met with a lot of women and families, who had tonnes of experiences to relate. They were shaken, with anxious faces and blood-shot eyes. Tired and exhausted, from stress, anxiety and fatigue, but this still wasn’t the end to their trauma and pain. Most of them had been separated from their families, like one Gulsanga Bibi, a middle-aged woman, who had arrived with two daughters but had lost her husband and two sons on the way. It had been three days and she still did not know of their whereabouts. A calm demeanour could be mistaken for temporary relief, perhaps for herself and her daughters, but her eyes spoke a totally different story of gloom and sorrow. Another person, Nia bibi, as everyone called her, an
aged grandmother, was taking refuge in a government school in Jalil, with
her daughters and grandchildren. I was amazed at the dignity and grace
this lady conducted herself with. She welcomed us in, smiled and followed
all customary As a result, a majority of women, fifteen to twenty in number, arrived with a single man who was there to safeguard them. They told stories of how the Taliban would barge into any house, make use of the women there and more so, cut off their breasts afterwards. A family of fifteen women, among whom there was a 14 year old, beautiful girl who sat behind Nia Bibi, stared intensely with eyes sore from continuous crying and lack of sleep. She listened intently, stared at moving lips but it was quite evident that half of what she heard and saw hadn’t made sense to her yet. This, to me, seemed as though, it was the fear of some unknown possession, which came with being a young, attractive girl that is quite incomprehensible at that stage in life. All these sisters had to be sent out of Buner, to avoid any such mishap as mentioned above. Moving a step down into village Narro, I met women from
Swat. This was a family of 20- 22 people, including a few men. Most of
these people had been here for four days now and were beginning to get
sick with cough, fever, and indigestion and last but not the least, stress
symptoms. Roshana Bibi, a young attractive mother and her sister resided
there with nine of their children. The others were cousins and their
children. These women had similar stories about Taliban, as those from
Buner told me. The Swatis mentioned two things more; firstly, the frequent beheading of their village folks injected deep rooted fear resulting in psychological paralysis and secondly, forced abduction and recruitment of young boys, age 11 to 22 by the Taliban, for suicidal missions. I heard stories of how young boys were forcefully snatched from their mothers, and dragged off buses, leaving them crying for each other. The army, on the other hand, was praised, in ways, for respecting the privacy of homes, unlike the Taliban. I must mention that one girl spoke of how the flogging incident, aired by our media earlier, happened and how that innocent girl was wrongly accused and viciously beaten publicly, along with a male member of her family. These people are currently in a locality that is inaccessible to most people of the plains. No government organising, NGO or international organistion is operating here due to inaccessibility, however, some local Khans of Beroch, have set up reception camps at Rustam where they are supplying food and water, to those in transit, from where the displaced persons proceed towards more suitable accommodations. A local Khan of Narro village, with the help of family and friends, has launched a personal relief effort, where he has reached out to 450 families, of over 4000 people, within four days, with food rations that will last 14 days. This is expected to be replenished at the end of this time period. The Aitchison network and WWF (World Wildlife Funds) members from Lahore, have been especially generous, without whose help and assistance the relief would not have reached villages such as, Pirsai, Badam, Jalil Bandai and Palo Derai. The term "Internally Displaced Persons" IDP, is a term given to these thousands of people, it is probably a requirement to identify and categorise, on a mass scale, but if seen and interacted with on personal grounds, these are our people, like you and me. The term "displaced" is a powerful word when applied in the context of human orientation. It shakes the foundation of each one of us, if we are to experience it. Reality is; they are living it, suffering it. We, as a nation, must not forget they have been our frontline defence all these months, and probably, the reason why the streets of Islamabad and Lahore are still relatively safe. Treat them as guests, care for them, help them, and raise your voices, so we may never be in this position ever. Rise and unite to pay back our guests in return for sacrificing and saving the rest of the nation.
Trial by fire
By Aziz Omar The Lahori heat is on. It’s seeped into everybody’s
pores and oozing out in a flood of delirium and hysteria. All heat busting
strategies are being applied in high gear. The dark skinned, bare-chested
bodies of the canal bathers once again become a familiar sight. Whereas the
haves take out time to take a dip in the thoroughly filtered and chlorinated
waters of the pool of the usual country and fitness clubs around town. Wearing dark shades used to be considered only a fashion statement, but now they have been deemed essential for protecting the eyes from the diabolical ultra violet rays. Sunscreen cream was viewed as a quirky cosmetic item used by finicky females. Now it is being prescribed by dermatologists as a remedy for preventing skin cancer and a whole range of rashes and allergies. As I recall, we never used to be this heat crazy as we are now. In my childhood, we used to be jumping around whilst flying kites, playing cricket or football, come rain or shine. The possibility of a sun stroke or heat exhaustion was not even a distant concern in our minds. Lugging around bottles of mineral water was a luxury and only reserved for long trips. For the daily horseplay, the nearby "tooti" or tap was enough to quench our thirsts. Consume loads of fluids they still say. Yeah, good luck
cooling off that way when heat’s ugly sister, humidity is unleashing its
sordid attack upon you. The arrival of room coolers was an average person’s
answer to the soaring temperatures that Lahore’s summers brought along. The
basic principle is that you had a large exhaust fan placed the other way
round in an opening such as a window. Henceforth, the fan was encased on the
outside with a box that had its three sides composed of husk held by wire
mesh. The objective was to draw the air in through the husk that was watered
constantly by a pump that circulated water contained in the bottom portion of
the box. Thus the air was cooled as much of the heat was absorbed by some of
the water as it evaporated. Whilst still in my early teens, I had one of these air coolers installed in my room, and positioned my bed right in front of it so that the air flushed over me day and night. Though there was the regular hassle of filling it up with water every now and then and brushing off the salt deposits on the husk wanes, the respite from the stinging heat was worth it. Alas, such a comfort only lasts until the onset of the torrid and humid months as the moisture laden air from the cooler would simply make you bathe in your own sweat. So with the water system off, I would try to doze off to sleep whilst imagining myself amongst lush green forests and cool mountain streams. It is just mind-boggling that there is so much energy around to drive us insane with the heat and yet we are starving for its useful form which is electricity. This predicament presents us a scenario for which the solution lies in the problem. And it’s not just the blasts of the sun’s outflow that are bombarding us incessantly. The internal heat also builds up, what with the carnal frustration that our brethren are hapless victims of. Hence, the only way to put out the fire engulfing us is to tame and harness it to fulfill our needs and satiate our desires.
- Urdu Baithak/Sing along session every Sunday at Faiz Ghar from 5-6pm. ‘Story hour’ for children 5 years and above. No registration or fees.
- Puppet Show every Sunday at Alhamra, The Mall at 11am.
- Ghazal Night every Friday at Peeru’s Cafe at 9pm.
- Exhibition: Ustad Shagirdh Show. Mansoor Rahi & Hajra Mansoor with their creative students at Revivers Galleria. Tomorrow is the last day of the show. Tminigs: 6:30pm to 8:30pm.
- Exhibition: Paintings of Usman Malik titled ‘The Rejuvenation of Enlightenment’ on display at Shakir Ali Museum. Tomorrow is the last day of exhibition.
- Shoaib Mahmood’s latest exhibition at The Drawing Room Art Gallery till next Sunday.
- Public awareness programme on Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) symptoms tomorrow at Ghurki Trust Teaching Hospital.
- Free Seminar on "Introduction to Project Management" by IBM UET Lahore on 27-28 May from 8am to 1:30pm.
Preparing for expansion Multan Road has been recently marked for widening. While the government says there is no final plan as yet, the traders voice their concern
By Saleha Rauf Recently, some government officials marked the 14
kilometer stretch of Multan Road from Chauburji to Thokar Niaz Baig for
widening of the road from both sides. There is a lot of commotion among the
traders whose businesses will be affected in case the road is widened.
The.existing Multan Road is 100 feet wide. Going by the road chalking by the
Punjab Communication and Works department, the road will be 164 to 210ft
wide. Around 15,000 shopkeepers will be affected directly and around 50,000 people indirectly including workers and suppliers if the road is expanded as marked, says Dr Saleem, Chairman Traders’ Union from Chauburji to Thokar Niaz Baig. "Traders’ Union is opposing the whole plan. This would be an anti-people step. They have not even negotiated with the stake holders," he goes on to say. A trader on Multan Road Mehr Wajid at Chowk Yateem Khana says, "The property rate government has assessed is seven to eight lakh rupees per marla while it is actually 2.5 to 3 million rupees per marla. Government should assess the property on realistic ground and pay reasonable amount according to market value. The state has a responsibility to save the livelihood of the people." Another trader here, Munir Ahmed says, "Multan Road
is a highway of the past. Many bypasses have provided way to the heavy
traffic and this is enough for now. There are illegal encroachments on chowks
which should be removed. Why do they want to remove our personal property?
The road should just be repaired instead. Superintendent Engineer Construction Highway Ibrar Sultan says, "Government has a plan to make a 3+3 lane with an adjacent service road here. For this purpose the road will be seven meter wide from both sides. Government has a plan to make bridges and under passes at Samanabad Morr, Chowk Yateem Khana and Scheme Morr. However, nothing is final. Wasa will cooperate for drainage and sewerage for the whole length." Fawad Hasan, Secretary Communication and Work department says, "Government is thinking of widening the Multan Road mainly because of traffic congestion and road accidents here. NesPak is preparing the feasibility of the project." A researcher and teacher of urban design at National College of Arts Rabia Ezdi says, "Road widening is usually seen as a ‘solution’ to traffic problems but in reality it merely targets the ‘symptom’ of traffic congestion rather than its causes. Traffic congestion on Multan Road needs traffic management
solutions rather than road widening. Some of the causes of traffic congestion
on this road include the mixing of slow-moving and fast moving traffic and
the mixing of ‘local’ traffic which is destined for the Multan Road area
with the traffic which uses Multan Road to go out of Lahore. Segregation of
these types of traffic could improve traffic circulation on Multan Road.
Encroachments on the road such as space used for parking, reduce ‘effective’
circulation space." Traffic officer Saddar told TNS "There are unnecessary U-turns on the road. Road cuts are a major hurdle in traffic flow. Illegal parking outside the shops cause problems." Multan Road is one of the busiest roads in the city which receives the north and south Punjab bound traffic apart from the regular traffic in the city. Traffic congestion is the main problem on this road. One comes across many bottlenecks here, the most prominent among them are at the Scheme Morr-Yateem Khana stretch and from Ganda Nala to Samanabad Morr. The traffic moves at snail’s pace at peak hours here. At places the road is badly in need of repair. What makes it worse are the encroachments which nobody
questions. Footpaths covered with the wares on sale at the shops lining the
main road or donkey carts cover a lot of space on the main road. People on
motorbikes step on the footpaths wherever they can, in utter disregard of the
pedestrians. Vehicles parked in front of the plazas and shops on the main
road cover space of a lane on the road. Places like Samnabad Morr, Scheme
Morr, Chowk Yateem Khana, are also occupied by vendors selling different
commodities on four-wheeled carts at cheap rates. They too have a sizeable
market and need to be organised at places. There are stretches of road which are broken and full of ditches because of the faulty sewerage system here. This is the Mansoora to Thokar stretch of the road. Road widening also necessitates the demolition of existing shops/warehouses along the road. The disturbance of existing land-uses will result in their ad-hoc relocation in other areas- in turn causing disorder for the city. For an area such as Multan Road which is one of Lahore’s industrial and commercial hubs, what is needed is an in-depth study of land-use and the causes of traffic problems. As a result of this, long-term solutions can be derived as opposed to the conventional short-term ‘assumption-based’ proposals.
A middle-aged man who lives off the daal chawal he makes for his customers
By Altaf Hussain Asad Aashiq Hussain is a contented man. He is quite satisfied with whatever he earns at the end of the day. The rabid commercialisation has failed to move him to despair. He sits where his father, Faqir Hussain, started selling daal chawal many many moons ago. Aashiq took over his father’s ‘business’ after the
latter’s death and has since been catering this "very popular
dish" (to quote him) for the common Lahoris who throng his roadside
stall near Gumti bazaar inside Lohari Gate. Middle-aged Aashiq inherited the hut — which he uses as his stall — from his father almost fifteen years ago. In other words, it’s his family business that has been going on for the past four-and-half decades. "My customers are mostly poor people. I don’t charge them anything; I accept whatever they have to give me," Aashiq says, with his characteristic, no-worries air. Aashiq admits that his rice may not be of a superior quality, they satisfy the hunger of his customers who cannot afford to have a meal even at a cheap, two-star hotel. Of course, to attract more and more clients, Aashiq has another dish on the menu every Tuesday and Wednesday: "desi chicken!" He also offers siri paye, but it is his daal chawal which is forever the ‘star dish’. Aashiq cooks all these dishes himself. In the beginning, his wife would assist him but she "is not keeping well and so she cannot help me". Since he doesn’t have a proper ‘shop’, he is also dependent on the weather conditions. The monsoon season is the most wildly destructive time period for his business. Buying a shop space is not feasible for him financially. A lot of Aashiq’s loyal customers are the people who
were regulars to the stall when his father was around. "They love the
peculiar taste of my daal chawal," he says, gushingly. According to him, the stall attracts people from all nearby areas such as Sooa bazaar and Heera Mandi, "because my food is comparatively cheap." He recalls how, a few years ago, Shahbaz Sharif had a bowl of daal chawal at the stall. It was during the election campaign early last year when the present CM Punjab had visited the locality. Ask him if it’s a fond memory and Aashiq whips out his picture with Shahbaz Sharif. Incidentally, the area where he sits falls into the CM’s native constituency. Daal chawal sells pretty well the entire year. And, Aashiq has no complaints from life. In fact, he declares, he doesn’t even dream of switching to any other business — the stall is home to his memories of his father.
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