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11th Day..

Today we remember those who lost their lives in World War I and II. I’m relisting the names of soldiers that were mentioned in a BBC programme a couple of years ago called Muslim Tommies:

Amir Khan – 129th Baluchis, France 1915
Subedar Muhammed Agia – 57th Rifles, May 1915
Havildar Abdul Rahman – 59th Rifles, France 1915
Juma Khan – 40th Pathans, France 1915
Sepoy Abdul Ghani – 125th Napier’s Rifles, France 1915
Naubet Khan – 107th Pioneers, France 1915
Mohamed Ali Bey – 20th Deccan Horses, France 1915
Abdul Jabar Khan, Sep 1917
Mahomed Mazafar Khan – 19th Lancers, France, Oct 1917
Jemadar Shamsher Ali Khan – 34th Poona Horse, France, April 1917
Dafadar Fazi Khan – 19th Lancers, France Oct 1916
Havildar Ghufran Khan – 129th Baluchis, Aug 1915
Abdul Ali Khan – 6th Cavalry, France Aug 1917
Rajwali Khan – Brighton, Sep 1915 (at hospital)
Raja Khan – 38th CIH, France Oct 1917
Jemadar Hasan Shah – Hodson’s Horse, France 1916
Kesu Shah – Rouen, May 1916
Rahimdad Khan – 19th Lancers, France, May 1916
Fateh Ullah – June 1916

Someone, somewhere will have known these men…



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My Identity

I read an interesting blog post that reminded me that people sometimes distance themselves from their roots for one reason or other. I personally recall having to tell my high school classmates where I come from. Feelings of being an outsider amongst classmates from India crept in and I hesistated in telling them. There was a sense that my background was something to hide whereas they had no problem disclosing theirs. I hadnt visited Pakistan for 10 years at that time and probably felt out of touch with the place. It was as though I knew I was Pakistani but that had to be brushed to the side whilst in the company of non-Pakistanis. Living in England and being Pakistani is difficult whether you’re with Indians or white people.

My thinking changed some years later when I returned to Pakistan and found my relatives to be overjoyed to see me and their eagerness to want to know me was as if I’d been away from home. The same typical trip home to our village and the heat that just hits you in the face brought back memories of past visits in my childhood. Having to speak in Punjabi fluently only having to pause and think every few minutes slowed down the conversations since English was the only language I’d ever spoken fluently. It takes a while to get the hand of it and in the mean time your cousins have a good laugh at your expense. Then came the time to go home and you didn’t want to leave..

My next trip back was shorter and more intense since it was at the most hottest month in Pakistan. It was also the 14 August and I celebrated Pakistan’s Independence with everyone, waking up at 6am in my excitement to experience every moment. But there was a shock to the system when someone pointed out that I wasn’t born in Pakistan so why was I so happy? It stung me and for a short moment I was lost for words as anger took hold. Was I not Pakistani? Was I British and British only?

I wasn’t born in Pakistan and neither were my siblings. My parents were born in Pakistan but we all hold Pakistan dear to our hearts so its sad to see when some Pakistanis trash talk about their country.

I am and shall always remain a British Pakistani. British because I was born in England and grew up here, Pakistani because I have the blood of my ancestors in me.

What are your views on your identity? Are Pakistanis ashamed to say they’re Pakistani?

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