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In this way, not only news about the country, but also news from distant lands reached rulers. And sometimes this information helped rulers crush rebellions and stop invasions.
Before meeting Dr.
Shyam, I spoke with Dr. I asked Dr. Khan if it is true that the G. And in the medieval period, when the Delhi Sultans ruled, this type of road system did not exist either.
Balban6 tried to repair some roads and stop looting. There was guesthouse after every mile. He built guesthouses alongside the G. Road and alongside smaller roads traveling to Multan, Khandesh, and Chittoor. And during mealtime, each traveler would be provided food. Two scribes — one who wrote in Persian and one who wrote in Hindi — recorded the names of travelers and their personal information. For the most part, people living on villages along the G. Road were and still are Muslims.
Some claim these people were actually mer- cenaries that Sher Shah had recruited for his army.
T Road so that his army could travel undisturbed and safe- ly reach Delhi. Sher Shah made other roads but none were as impor- tant as the G. I had heard that this stone lies in front of the gate of the Calcutta Bo- tanical Gardens.
So, I went to the botanical gardens, and I asked a man standing in front of the gate if it was true that the G. Road ends here. The G. Road begins here. Road starts here? People in Peshawar say the same thing as people in Calcutta. In Peshawar, people are happy, and they are also happy in Calcutta.
His grave, elevated above the ground and surrounded by a jaali,8 lies below arch- ways. Some faithful devotees rest their foreheads on the jaali and fix their gazes on the sheet spread over the grave. A few more devotees bow before the Quran while swaying back and forth.
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Women gathered behind the curtain recite holy verses. This mausoleum once lay outside the city of Gujrat. Now, it is right in the middle of the city. As tumult and commotion migrated here from every corner, the city spread far, leaping over farms, fields, pas- tures, dunes, and waterways.
This land is home to many fascinating stories. And some books say that the bones of larger than normal humans were found in the Pabbi Hills.
And about those hills, they say they are not really hills, but the ruins of the historical city of Pati Koti, whose tall and beautiful palace Alexander the Great had spotted across the Jhelum River. Udaynagar, the city of green meadows and fragrances. And now, lying between the Chenab and Jhelum Rivers, on the edge of the G. Road, that city goes by the name of Gujrat. The bazaar is packed with people, merchants, downloaders, vegetable sellers, pushcarts, bicycles, scooters, motorcycles, cars, mosques, mausoleums, and the clinics of old hakeems.
Today, Zamindar College is very quiet. It is summer vacation and students are at home. College professor Ahmed Hussain Quiladari told me an interesting story about the origins of this new Gujrat.
But its present population dates back to the time of the Mughal emperor Akbar. I heard that out there, where you can now see the ruins of a fort, there used to be a hill where two communities lived: And these two groups used to fight a great deal.
Akbar wit- nessed one of their fights while traveling to Kashmir and ordered that a fort be built there. And the fort was built. That was the Hijri year of On this day the Sikh rulers lost the Punjab to the British army in the his- toric battle of Gujrat, and the land from Hugli to Khyber eventually fell under British rule. Professor Ahmed Hussain told me about a re- markable incident when I asked if any of his relatives had fought in the battle of Gujrat.
And I remember listening to him describe those times.
He looked through his binoculars and announced to his compatriots: That night a strong storm hit Gujrat. It rained yellow water, and, early the next morning, the entire city was covered in yellow. He made a canal of fresh water that traveled alongside the high bridge. In this region, the British period began in Before the Gujrat battle, the British army bitterly defeated the Sikh Khalsa in Chillian- wala, near the Jhelum River and near the field where they say Alex- ander the Great and King Porus once fought.
Sikhs were so brutally slain that people began calling this region the slaughterhouse. Munshi Amin Chand from Ambala traveled to Chillianwala nearly two years after the battle and found the remains of Sikh soldiers scattered throughout the field. The Sikhs were not able to burn their dead; the British built beautiful graves for their fallen soldiers. I came here because I wanted to find out what happens to monuments after their patrons abandon them.
On my way there, I met Mohammad Abdul Rahim, an old hakeem from Gujrat, and I asked him if he knew who was buried in this tomb.
People also believed that if a mother did not fulfill her promise of giving away her first born to the shrine, then all her succeeding children would suffer similar malfor- mations. A mosque and tomb were built here. Hundreds of kilos of flour were baked every day. More than a hundred fakirs and poor people were fed during the day and also at night.
But now the trust does not provide for anybody. Now fakirs have to beg in bazaars.
Outside the mausoleum, I found eight or ten graves made of pink plaster. At some point, they must have had crosses and angels, but now these graves are completely run down. The names of English colonels and generals had almost entirely faded off. Out of the blue, I met a man who had answers to all my questions. Fazal Hussain has been the caretaker of this mausoleum for nearly forty years. I suppose we can say Fazal Hussain is just a simple villager, but what he told me was certainly worth hearing.
The Eng- lish and the Sikhs fought a battle in Chillianwala. My relatives told me that after this battle the Sikhs fled here and hid in the homes of carpenters. The British followed them and threatened to kill anybody with a hair bun. So, Sikhs started cutting off their hair. Some Sikhs hid in the mausoleum. But when the English saw them, they started fir- ing. They fired for one or two hours. All the officers that fired died.
The English could not understand where the bullets were coming from. Then how are our soldiers dying? Tell us who is shooting? Why are so many of our soldiers dying? The English used to take care of them. We take care of our own graves. We are not interested in the British.
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He thanked media person Farhad Zaidi for editing the book and working hard on its publication. Dr Pirzada Qasim, who presided over the event, said whoever got hold of the book should think they had found a treasure trove.
He said if there were younger people in the audience, he would have told them that Mr Abidi was an example of how a human being added value to his personality — by virtue of acquiring education, by doing painstaking research, etc.
Prof Sahar Ansari began his speech by taking note of the large number in which the audience had turned up. Quoting T.
Dr Jaffer Ahmed read out a detailed paper on the book and its author. The quest for knowledge and the mild nature of the writer unwittingly got transferred to the reader.
He told the gathering that while defining quality poetry Faiz Ahmed Faiz had once remarked that it poetry instilled in the reader the urge to create. He said when the author of the book wrote Gernaili Sarak we tended to look at the road constructed by Sher Shah Suri differently. When he penned Rail Kahani, it filled us with romance for trains.
They were kept in the British Library to inform the reader about the political, social and linguistic in terms of the Urdu language ups and downs that took place in the 19th century.The English used to take care of them. So, Sikhs started cutting off their hair. There was guesthouse after every mile. I had heard that this stone lies in front of the gate of the Calcutta Bo- tanical Gardens.
Educational Book House, Aligarh. T Road so that his army could travel undisturbed and safe- ly reach Delhi. They are open to all and free, and bring together authors writing in diverse languages and genres. But now the trust does not provide for anybody.