“Nazir
Abbasi: He Gave His Life, So That Mother Sindh Could Live”
By
Dr.
Ahmed H. Makhdoom
سانئِيَمِ! سَدائِين ڪَرِين، مَٿي سِنڌُ
سُڪارَ دوستَ! مِٺا دِلدارَ، عالَمُ سَڀِ آبادِ ڪَرِين؍
(شاھُ ڀٽائيؒ)
“Oh Lord! May Thee Bless my Sindh with
bounties in abundance,
Oh
My Friend, my Beloved! Glorify Universe all with Thine exuberance.”
(Shah
Bhittai: Translated by Ahmed Makhdoom)
This
is a Note, that I had written a few years ago, as my humble tribute to a valiant,
versatile and verdant son of Jeejal Maataa Sindh, Shaheed Nazir Abbasi Saaeen.
I am reproducing here for my beloved Sindhi brothers and sisters, sons and
daughters and those brave and brilliant souls who are carrying out their
relentless struggle for the Freedom of our glorious and gregarious Motherland!
My mitthrro sunhinno bhaayarro
Saaeen Salim
Mir
has been persistently and fondly requesting me to write on Nazir Abbasi Shaheed.
And, I cannot refuse such a loving, affectionate, earnest, enthusiastic and
eager request. So, here is my humble write-up
- a personal encounter and experience with the Noble son of Sindh, Saaeen Nazir
Abbasi. Asaanjo nimanno salaam Shaheed Nazir Abbasi aeen Sindhurreeya taan siru
ghoreendarra sabhnee Shaheedan khei. Jeay Sindh!
مانواري نياٹين سنھڻين مٺڙي
مانوارا
سُنھڻان مِٺِڙا ساٸين؍
خوش ھجو شال سسداٸين؍
لکين قرب ۽ مهربانيون؍اوهان جا لک لائق ۽ احسان؍
مـُون کـي جِـيـَارِيـنِ، وايُـون
وَڻـجـَارَن جـون؍
(شاهه ڀٽائيؒ)
آھِين شانَ
شَعۇرَ سِين؍ جانِبَ تۇن جيڏو؍
مۈنتي ڪَرِ
مُنھِنجا پِرِين؍ تَھِ تَسي تيڏو؍
اِيھو ڪامِلُ
ڪَمُ ڪيڏو؍ جي نَوازِين نِگاھَ سِين؍
(شاھ ڀِٽائيؒ)
“Aaheen shaana shauura seen, jaaniba
tuun jeiddo,
Muun tei kari, munhjaa pireen! Tahi
tasei teiddo,
Eeyo kaamilu kamu keiddo, jei nawazeemi
nigaaha seen.”
(Bhittai: Sur Barwo: 2/1)
“With Glory and Grace, O Loved One! Thee
Supremely Lofty!
For Thine Blessings, O Beloved!
Likewise, do make me thirsty!
Perfect is Thy Magnificence, sanctify me
with Thy Magnanimity!
(Bhittai: Translated by Ahmed Makhdoom)
ساٸڻ؍ ساٸين؍
It was sometime in early 1970s that
there was a “Clash of Principles,” between my dearly beloved father and myself.
That ‘clash’ resulted in myself moving out of the house of my father in Karachi
and take up a rental little house in Latifabad, Hyderabad. Here in the peaceful
surroundings of this wonderful Housing Society, myself , my mother, two younger
sisters and a younger brother made our abode for a couple of years.
My mother was old, frail and sickly and
my kid sister, Masna, was there to take care of her. My other younger sister
Suraiya and brother Zahid were studying in Sindh University and as an eldest in
the family, I had this privilege, duty, responsibility and honour to take care
of them.
By 1970, I had already become a
‘veteran’ fighter for the rights of Sindh, Sindhis, Sindhi students and
progressive Forces, who ignited the fire of Sindhyata and Sindhiness in the
1960s. Be it the Army Dictatorship of Ayub Khan, or Sindhi Language, or
discriminatory policies and practices against Sindhi students, or One Unit, we
were out on streets, agitating and protesting non-violently, peacefully against
all forms of bias, discriminations, perjuries, torture, torment and tyranny
suffered by the sweet, innocent, simple children of beautiful Mother Sindh! We
were all the time, rounded up by the savage Authorities and thrust into inhuman
prisons along with the criminals, rapists and murders. We were under constant
scrutiny and gaze of the wily, wretched Paki Army and Police.
By 1970, many of those valiant sons and
daughters of Sindh, my dear colleagues, my dear friends, my fellow travellers
on the Path of Freedom, my buddies soldiering for Sindh Rights, after achieving
their objectives, more or less – breaking up ONE UNIT, getting Sindhi language
recognised as a National Language, getting rid of the dictator Ayub Khan and
supporting to success Saaeen Z.A. Bhutto and his new fledgling Political Party
– were married with few children and having to support large combined families
of siblings and relatives. We were busy eking out a living supporting our
children, siblings and many family members and relatives.
I was a young Merchant Navy Officer at
that time and had to leave home for few months to make a living on board
foreign-going cargo vessels. During my absence, Suraiya and Zahid took care of
the family and some of my dear friends kept our house replenished with
groceries and all other needs, requirements to keep the family alive and
comfortable.
During my visits home, after months of
sailing, I used to meet not just my own
friends but also those of my younger siblings, Suraiya and Zahid, who were both
actively involved in student politics, nationalist, socialist and other issues
affecting Sindh and Sindh people. Regularly, friends of my activist siblings,
came visiting me at our home for ‘aashirwaad,’ as an elder and guidance and
advice, if any.
Being veterans of countless struggles
for Sindh, Democracy, Language, Socialism, Sindhyata, we were always sought by
the young Freedom Fighters, who had taken our place to continue the struggle
for the enlightenment and emancipation of our motherland, our fatherland! We
continued meeting these valiant new soldiers of Sindhiness, sharing our
experiences with them, advising them, guiding them and just encouraging them to
move on, march on, never to look back and to STAND UP and BE COUNTED!
One sweaty hot morning of scorching
Summer of Sindh, Zahid, my younger brother, brought with him a young man,
handsome-looking and with an aura of wisdom and greatness surrounding his
personality. I was mesmerised by his effervescent and humble demeanour and
extremely enamoured by his extraordinary knowledge of the principles and
precepts of Socialism, Communism and Sindhi Nationalism and firmly
well-informed and well-read about the icons and leaders of each of these ‘isms,’
- like Lenin, Mao, Castro, Che Guevara,
Hyder Bux Jatoi, Ustad Bukhari, G.M. Syed and others.
Since then, we met few times, had
memorable kutchehries, discussions and shared our views and ideas. Sometimes,
we were also joined by Saaeen Jam Saqi and few other veritable and venerable
icons of Sindhyata and Sindhiness.
This young man was Nazir Abbasi, whom,
at a first glance, I found him to be so very much in love with Sindh,
Putthheeya Ughaarraa (shirtless) Sindhi peasants, farmers, kurrmees, and so
passionately involve with the fight for the rights of workers, fishermen,
labourers and students. He was absolutely in control with what he was
professing, planning, and practicing!
Nazir Abbasi continued pushing forward
and pursuing relentlessly, ardently and intrepidly for the rights of Sindh and
Sindhi downtrodden and suffering masses. He devoted his entire life,
sacrificing family and friends, for his noble CAUSE and he enjoyed every moment
of his serious involvement in his mission, until the last day of his celebrated
life!
اُجھَڻَ کان مَچَڻَ ۾ مَزو ٿو اَچي؍
جَجھَڻُ ٿِي جيٸَڻ ۾
مَزو ٿو اَچي؍
اَسِين اِرتِقا جا سَچا آشِقَ آھيۇن؍
وَرَڻَ کان وَڌَڻَ ۾
مَزو ٿو اَچي؍
(اُستادُ بُخارِي)
“Ujhanna khan machanna meinmazo tho achei,
Jajharru thee jiyanna mein mazo tho achei;
Aseen irtiqaa jaa sachaa ashiqa aahyuun,
Waranna khan wadhaanna mein mazo tho achei!”
(Ustad Bukhari)
“Delight there be, in flickering rather than stifling,
Thrill there be, in living like embers sparkling;
Lovers we be, of evolution and existence kindling,
Excitement there be, in blossoming rather than
shriveling.”
(Ustad Bukhari: Translated by Ahmed Makhdoom)
In Nazir
Abbasi, I saw an epitome of a courageous man, an embodiment of a bold, brave,
brilliant and bright Sindhi student leader! He was so brutally, savagely killed
by Zia-ul Haq’s barbaric Army, Police and the Secret Services. He was
mercilessly, cruelly, ruthlessly and inhumanely tortured by the pathological
criminal (Brig) Imtiaz and his equally
barbaric Secret Service.
These
psychopath vermin, xenophobic criminals continue to torture, torment, terrorise
peace-loving, secular-minded, simple, innocent Sindhis and Balochs every day,
till this day.
Not just
this persevering soul, gem of a person, Nazir Abbasi, was tortured to death on
9th August, 1980, but his entire family – father, mother, brothers,
sisters and other near relatives – were savagely tortured and imprisoned in
Tando Allahyar prison.
The
perpetrators of these heinous
crimes, including the greatest scavenger
of all, the savage brute Imtiaz, are still around, freely enjoying the ’fruits’
of their barbarism in this miserable, terrorist, corrupt and failed state,
known as ‘Pakistan,’ where humanity never breathes, where even God never lives!
This day, 9th August
is one of the blackest day and a profoundly sad day for the gregarious land
known as Sindh and for the entire exuberant Sindhi nation. The Leftists,
Socialists, Progressive, Secular and Nationalist forces in, not just Sindh and
Balochistan, but throughout this erstwhile godless, godforsaken, gutless,
guiltless and guileless grotesque country of Pakistan, are also in mourning and paying
their tributes to this valiant fighter for the cause of the downtrodden.
And now, the time has come when we
Sindhis will have to follow the noble, worthy and virtuous footsteps, left so
glaringly in view, by the martyrs like Saaeen Nazir Abbasi, on every pathway in
our motherland, our fatherland:
پتنگ
چاھين پاڻ کي؍ تَ اچي آڳ أجھا۶ِ؍
پچڻ
گھڻان پچايا؍ تون پچڻ کي پچاِ۶؍
واقف
ٿي وسا۶ِ؍ آڳ نَ ڏج عام کي؍
((ڀٽاٸي
“Patangu
chaaheen paanna khei, ta achee aaggi ujhaaei,
Pachanna
ghannaan pachaayaa, tuun pachaanna khei pachaai,
Waaqufu
thee wisaai, aagga na ddiju aama khei.” (Bhittai)
“Be
thou butterfly moth, then douse fire of ardour within,
Fire
hath burnt so many, thou burneth the blaze within!
Extinguish
like an expert, this privilege give not to anyone!
(Shah
Bhittai: Translated
by Ahmed Makhdoom)
My own
personal condemnation and contempt, protest and disapproval, anger and revulsion for the crimes against
humanity committed by the savage Pakistani Armed Forces, its barbaric leaders,
brutish Intelligence Services and unworthy, corrupt animal Politicians and
Administrators is a peaceful one, non-violent and civilised. On 9th
August, the day my friend, the glittering son of glorious Sindh was savagely
murdered, I am burning the ugly flag of this ugly country, Pakistan, and will
display it on my profile on the Facebook.
On 14th
of August, when this illegitimate country was created, we will mark that day as
the “Darkest Day” in the history of our
motherland, our fatherland, Sindh, and the entire humanity! And, we will again
continue with our civilised protests by showing a different flag and message on
our profile.
We also
appeal the United Nations Organisations, the World Human Rights organisations,
and the entire civilised nations and people of the world to join us in
condemning and censuring the animals who had conducted such savage crimes
against humanity. We demand that the killers of Nazir Abbasi and other worthy
sons and daughters of Sindh and Balochistan, be immediately apprehended and
brought before the International Court of Justice and International Criminal
Court to be tried for their brutality, rape and murders.
Yes, I can hear Saaeen Nazir Abbasi in the
whistling of the early morning breeze in the plains of our dhartee, Mother
Sindh:
"مان هجان يا نه هجان، دنيا ۾، تون نه مايوس ڪڏهن ٿجان،
پنهنجي دردن کي لڪائي سانڍي، لوڪ کي لکا ڪا نه ڏجان،"
“Maan hujaan na hujaan dunya mein, tuun na maayuus
kaddanhi yhijaan,
Pahnjei dardan khei likaaei saandhei, loka khei lakhaa
kaa na ddijaan!”
“Mother Sindh! Me, be there or not, never shall thee
feel sad dejected lot!
Hiding ‘n shrouding
thy painful wounds, for thy children’s sake suffer not!
ڪُڇان تَہ ڪافَرُ ٿيان؍ ماٺ ڪيان تَہ مُشرِقُ؍
رُڳو
"ھاٸي گھوڙا" ڪَرِڻَ سان مُصِيبَتَ ٽَرِي ڪونَہ وِيندِي؍
رُڳو "جِٸي
سِنڌ" چَوَڻَ سان سِنڌ ماتا زِندَہ ڪونَہ ٿِي وِيندِي؍
رُڳو مُنھُ مَٿو
پِٽِڻَ سان سِنڌڙِيٸَ جِي سِينڌ سِڌِي ڪونَہ ٿِي وِيندِي؍
ڳالھيۇن
ھاڻي گھٽ ڪرڻيۇن آھِن؍ عَملِي پِريڪٽِيڪل ڪَمُ وَڌِيڪَ؍
ڇا
ڪَجي؟ جَواب ھِيٸُ آھي اَنگريزِيٸَ ۾؍
Sindhis!
STAND UP AND BE COUNTED! IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, DIE FOR YOUR MOTHERLAND, YOUR
FATHERLAND, SINDH! Non-Sindhis:
LOVE SINDH or LEAVE SINDH!
واڪا ڪَرڻُ مۇن وَسِ؍ ٻُڌَڻُ ڪَمُ ٻَروچَ
جو؍
هي ڌرتي اسان سنڌين جو ننگ آ؍
ڪيرُ آھي جيڪو جِيجَلِ سِنڌڙِي جي
پوتِيٸَ؍
رَئي ۽ لوٸِيٸَ جِي
لَڄَ رَکي؟
اچو تہ
سنڌ جي سينڌ سنواريون
ڌڻين شاد ۽ آباد رکيو
! ساٿ سلامت، قوم
سلامت، سنڌ سلامت
سدائين گڏ
الله واهي
پنھنجي دعاءن ۾ ياد رکندا
خادم دٸاگوُ احمد مخدوم؍
With
respects, regards, love and prayers, sadaaeen gaddu, Sindhu Selamata Saathu
Selamata, I am just a humble son of Mother Sindh,
Ahmed
Makhdoom,
Singapore