Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Recollections and remembrances
Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Recollections and remembrances
Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Recollections and remembrances
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HE WAS A LOVING HUSBANDBegum Nusrat <strong>Bhutto</strong>Q. What are your recollections of your child-hood <strong>and</strong> your family history?A. MY family comes from Iran. My great gr<strong>and</strong> father had three sons. Hesent one of his sons to China, to learn how to make silk, he became a businessman.He sent his second son to Najaf-e-Ashraf to become a religious man. He kept thethird son with him at the l<strong>and</strong>s to become an agriculturist. The one who went toNajaf-e-Ashraf was my gr<strong>and</strong> father. His father built a mosque for him in Isfahanwhen he came back from Najaf after becoming an Ayatollah, but gr<strong>and</strong>fatherdied before he could go back to preach in Isfahan <strong>and</strong> serve in this mosque. It is avery, beautiful mosque <strong>and</strong> is still there. My father Mirza Mohammed was bornin Najaf. His mother was Syed <strong>and</strong> his father was non-Syed. His family name wasMirza Mohammed Abdul Latif Isfahani. He was a modern man <strong>and</strong> he did notwant to become an Ayatollah. So he studied in Najaf. Once he <strong>and</strong> his friendswent on a holiday to Bombay, India <strong>and</strong> when he returned he told his father <strong>and</strong>gr<strong>and</strong>father that he wanted to put up soap industry in India. So my parentsshifted to India <strong>and</strong> established “Baghdad Soap Industries” in Bombay. There Iwas born. I was the third daughter <strong>and</strong> after me a son was born, so they said Iwas a good luck. They pampered me a lot. These were the final years of BritishRaj. My, father used to visit Karachi frequently, to buy raw material for his soapindustry. I went to school in Bombay. When I did my senior Cambridge, myparents asked me to wear “Burka” (veil). They said now you are a grown-up <strong>and</strong>you cannot go around without hijab. My father was a very simple <strong>and</strong> softheartedperson, he used to help poor relatives <strong>and</strong> neighbours. I refused to wear a“Burka” to go to college. A niece of mine would also go to college with me <strong>and</strong>she was very clever. She would leave her home wearing “Burka” but on tier way,she would take it off in the car, <strong>and</strong> then while coming back home, site would putit on again. Her father thought his daughter was very obedient. But I was thesimpleton <strong>and</strong> I did not want to fool my parents. I did not know for many yearsabout my niece, much later I came to know what she used to do. So I did not go touniversity <strong>and</strong> now I am sorry that I do not have a degree.So these were my olden days. I was treated fondly by everyone. My elder sisterswere much older than me the first was 14 years <strong>and</strong> the second was 13 years elderto me. They had married very early <strong>and</strong> they had children of my age or a littleyounger than me. Fakhri is one of them. She is the daughter of my eldest sister.Safia Khanum. Fakhri <strong>and</strong> I grew up together.<strong>Zulfikar</strong> <strong>Ali</strong> <strong>Bhutto</strong>, <strong>Recollections</strong> <strong>and</strong> Remembrances; Copyright © www.bhutto.org 10