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Never Ever Dream Again (Autobiography of Fazal Raziq Shahab) Part 20

But I did not care at all. I remember the assuring words of Wali Sahib that if I got a problem I would go to him personally. The first four or five months passed like a day. We visited all the 4000 square miles of the State wherever we can have access by road. We had no five years plans or one year plan but worked on day today basis. So we were continually on the move. Schools, Dispensaries, Hospitals, Residential colonies, Tehsil buildings, Masjids were built everywhere necessary in the State.

Firstly no specific sections were allotted to the field staff. But soon it was also chalked out for smooth running of the system and quality control. Buner had its own sub branch of State P.WD headed by Abid Mistree who was working there since 1928.He was assisted by three baboos, one carpenter, one blacksmith and one plumber. Our officer kept his favorite baboo in Saidu Sharif area and posted the others in far flung stations.

One day I was asked to take a pair of extra clothes and get ready to go to Chakesar where a ten bed ward, OPD and an Operation Theater were to be constructed. I have never been so far away from my home to live. Then I was nineteen years old and still afraid of being alone. First i thought to go and tell the Ruler but I could not take the move and prepared myself for the coming events.

Luckily, my cousin’s husband was a Dispenser there. His name was Sultan Mohammad. He was original Saiduwal and younger brother of Pir Mohammad Khan headmaster Sahib. It was hard for me to leave Saidu Sharif, specially my new friendship with Sir Humayun Khan, lecturer in Economics, and Iqbal Ahmad Khan, a student from Shahderai, living with Humayun Khan in Bungalow No.43, of College Colony. I was used to spend most of my free time there and some nights stayed there also.

But I think also that the new change in my routine life would enable me to explore new venues in my professional knowledge, as the specification used in the hilly areas were different from the plains of proper Swat. So, the next morning, I took leave of my father and carrying my bag, went to the residence of my boss in College colony. Our Pick Up driver, Miandamay ustad took the bag from me and placed it in backside of the Pick Up. The Sahib came out side, shook my hand and let me set at his side in the front seat and we dashed to our destination, Chakesar.

To Be Continued…

Fazal Raziq Shahab belongs to the historic village of Aboha, Swat. His writings on Swat State provides very useful information to the general readers and researchers. He remained Swat State functionary and thus observed the happenings of the State very closely. He is the author of two books and his Columns has been a regular feature of Daily Azadi, Bakhabarswat.com and Lafzuna.com.
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Fazal Raziq Shahab belongs to the historic village of Aboha, Swat. His writings on Swat State provides very useful information to the general readers and researchers. He remained Swat State functionary and thus observed the happenings of the State very closely. He is the author of two books and his Columns has been a regular feature of Daily Azadi, Bakhabarswat.com and Lafzuna.com.
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