Fugitives!~1952….a story of migration (2/2)

The Sessions Court of Mehsana ordered AJ and Nanima to leave Sidhpur with immediate effect…….this meant that they could not even return home to collect their belongings. What if they were arrested…..? 

Deeming it too risky, they abandoned all thoughts of going back to Sidhpur, travelling instead directly to Ahmedabad from Mehsana….with only the clothes on their backs…victims of circumstance, at the mercy of fate.

Nanima’s uncle, Hasanali Kadak lived in Ahmedabad. The displaced duo were invited to stay with him for ten days or so. From there they went onwards to Pratapgarh in Rajasthan, where Nanima’s sister, Hayati baisaheb lived. (She was the wife of Hebtullah bhaisaheb, parents of Tahir bhaisaheb, the aamil of Pratapgarh)

Since they couldn’t stay in any one place for too long, they were forced to keep moving. So from Pratapgarh they left for neighbouring Galiakot to stay for some time in the musafirkhana near the mausoleum of Syedi Fakhruddin shaheed. 

Galiakot draws people from all over, being a pilgrimage site famous for its miracles, not just for Muslims but Hindus as well. My father remembers the trees around the roza, hammered with thousands of pieces of paper, inscribed with urgent pleas....

AJ and Nanima stayed there for around fifteen or twenty days, whiling away time, waiting for Hatim to arrange for another permit from Pakistan…

Finally, they made their circuitous way to Bombay by train, where Hatim’s father-in-law (the studio owner) put them up in an empty flat he owned, ostensibly so the police wouldn’t be able to track their whereabouts.

While all this hide and seek was playing out, 16 yr old AJ had other, more pressing worries on his mind.

He had to appear for his Matric exams (with the centre in Surat) in a few days, and all his books were at home in Sidhpur. He had no idea how he was ever going to sit for the exams without being able to study for them…

Fortunately, the principal of Saify Jubilee High School back in Sidhpur (with the decidedly Potter-esque name of Badruddin Blue) counted AJ as one of the brightest of the lot that was to appear for the exams that year, therefore he was most concerned about AJ’s plight. Of course, he had the reputation of his school to be concerned about too……so AJ was indispensable and was being counted on to bring academic credit and honour to his school. Therefore, he took pains to send AJ his entrance form for the board exams, complete with a photograph that had been cut out from a group photo that had been taken at a school outing earlier that year.

And so it came to be that while Nanima stayed in Bombay, AJ made his way to Surat, all by himself and armed only with an entrance form, a mere two days before the finals.

He found the musafirkhana in Surat and stayed there until he was joined by his classmates from Sidhpur (he remembers looking out from a window and seeing the familiar faces of his friends and himself going out to join them)

Among his friends was a certain Jaffer bhaisaheb (familiar to Bohras from Karachi) who had a house in Surat, empty and unlived in. The entire group, all 22 of them, relocated to Jaffer bhaisaheb’s place, where AJ promptly fell very ill.

Displaced, unprepared, and now running a high fever, AJ faced exams for ten subjects over the next five days….two papers a day…

(Every evening him and all his friends would go over to a shop called Badshah for cold drinks…..apparently, that shop still exists.)

AJ got on a train back to Bombay on the 6th day. When he reached, the permit for Karachi had already arrived.

In a couple of days they were off, on a plane bound for Karachi….leaving Sidhpur behind forever.


Only four of those 22 boys passed the Matric exams from the Saify Jubilee High School…..

My father was not only one of those four, he actually earned 2nd position.

The rest of them failed. Including Jaffer bhaisaheb. 🙂

(He passed away about two years ago)

16 thoughts on “Fugitives!~1952….a story of migration (2/2)

  1. This is all very interesting. I had heard some but not all the details from my mother. It is nice to end the article with a smile, but you seem to be more happy that “rest of them failed” rather than AJ securing 2nd. Mean!

  2. i am amazed at how aj must have given his exams with so many odds against him.in fact my heart goes out for the young unwell AJ.enlightening information!

  3. what comment can I give for myself. readers give comments , is enough for me.this is a drama in life which never ends in your lifetime.

  4. One of the consequences of this was that one of the daughters of Mariambai, suddenly found herself all alone in Mumbai. She had lost a nephew she considered and loved as a son, her mother and all the siblings. She suffered tremendous pain from this separation which remained in her heart for a long long time. She used to fall sick often and would long for her mother’s love and caring at those times. But alas they were all separated by a border at a time 65 years back when only mode of communication was letters which would reach the other side after 15-20 days, if you were lucky.

    1. I never thought of Shirinmasi’s grief at being separated from her mother and no longer having proximity to her siblings. Partition compounded the problem 😦

    1. I read it again and realized how confusing all those names could get!
      Jaffer bhaisaheb was a clergyman. Had a habit of making speeches that were a bit too long! Nothing against him personally though, I just found it really amusing that he flunked! 😀

        1. I just called up my father and he told me JB was a very amiable person, and a good friend.
          The term ‘bhaisaheb’ is a respectful way to differentiate men of religion from everyone else in my community. JB is well known and well remembered 🙂

  5. Dear Munira,
    I don’t know how I reached your interesting blog. I am currently doing a project wherein I am writing about the shrine of Fakhruddin Shahid at Galiyakot. It will be great if i get to hear about it from your father, or anyone who has been there. I cannot write details about my project here, but if you share your email id, I can definitely send you the structure of my study.

  6. I met the son of Badruddin Blue, who happens to be my Dad’s cousin’s husband, today. And he told me some fascinating stories about his family and how they got their family name. It piqued my interest and I sat down to google on some of the names to learn more about their history. That is how I reached your beautiful blog.
    My parents are from Siddhpur, and I was born in Siddhpur too, though I spent most of my life in Bangalore. While I did not grow up in Siddhpur, I visited it often as a kid, and heard a lot of stories from my parents, uncles and aunts too. I could relate to some of the stories and names.
    You have a beautiful style of writing. Thanks for sharing these beautiful snippets from yours and your parent’s lives.

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