The College, its hostel and the ten in number residential banglows of Daggar College at Sawarhai were built on a land of about 1000 kanals, acquired by the Ruler of ex-State of Swat. It costed Rs.86000 plus to the State exchequer. But most of the land was surplus. Wali Sahib intentionally purchased this land keeping in view the future developments in the institution.
A large piece of land behind the residential block, some 500×300 was an ideal plot for agriculture. One evening while sitting in the lawn of a house, Professor Qazi Abdul Wasi proposed to cultivate the backside land on self help basis. All the staff members agreed to the proposal and the next day, bulls were arranged to plough the fields as tractors were hard to find. The staff members divided the land among themselves. The yield for the first crop of Jowar was encouraging so they sowed wheat in the next season after maize. It was also very much productive.The professors were now landowners, in an interesting way.
As Yousuf Sahib took over the charge as Principal, he ordered to stop the use of College land for self interest. He was a mathematician and looked to the issue with that point. At last, after much deliberation, they agreed to pay certain amount to the College yearly.
As already elaborated, the people applied many ways to get unauthorized, unpayable connections. They used to connect a hook to the main line. There were some fatal incidents in many villages but the evil prevailed. One evening, I was returning from a visit to the girl school, I saw a girl, throwing the hook over the line with a long bamboo. She looked at me but continued doing her job from house to house as all the roofs were closely bound to each other. Suddenly she jumped down the roof to the street and stood erect in my way. She was taller and stronger than me. She held me in her arms and pressed me so hard to her, I felt my ribs are giving in to her grip. The she laughed, realizing me and said, “You are so soft and fragile like a doll.” Then she said sarcastically,” Do you use lipstick. Why your lips are so red.” She rubbed them with her hand very hard. Fortunately one of our office servant came to my rescue.She ran away into the nearest house. The man told me she was half lunatic.
During my thirty four years plus service after merger, I have spent most of service life in Buner. It has in two spells. Spell one commenced in 1971 and closed in 1984 when I was transferred to Swat on medical grounds. Spell two started in November 1993 when I was transferred from Chitral to Buner and then to Swat in 1998. The first spell lasted fourteen long years and I passed through many colours of life, some tragic and some pleasant.
The most tragic incident was the death of my father. I was alone that night in Bangalaw at Daggar College Colony. My cook cum servant had gone to his home. I was half asleep when there was a knock at the door.I opened the door and was a little puzzled to see the Police jeep out in the lawn. The Police man asked me to go with him as the DSP had some urgent message for me. I locked the door and went with him to the jeep.We reached DSP residence in just 15 minutes. He was standing outside his residence. It was 8th of December 1979. He told me that Baba was not feeling right and I should go straight to Saidu Sharif, where my family lived in Afsar Abad. He also asked me to check if our jeep was not available; his jeep would carry me to Swat.
By chance our jeep and the driver Bakht Biland were there in SDO’s residence. So we started from Daggar Mera and reached at our residence at Afsar Abad. I was about to knock at the door,when our neighbour Dr.Sherin Jan came out of his house and told me Baba was ill and had been shifted to Aboha. Three police men were guarding our house, courtesy to the Superintendent, in the office of the DIG who was our next door neighbour.