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Mahad al Haram Mekka and Medina, KSA : Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Our aircraft Boeing-747 was rushing towards Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Except the air and cabin crews on board all were in Ehram uniform. It included two pieces totally unstitched white cloths. One is worn upper portion of the body and rest one is worn lower portion of the body. To bury a Muslim death such white uniform is used also.

Passengers were time to time saying loudly “LABBAYKA ALLAHUMA LABBAYKA……………”

/O ALLAH I AM PRESENT……….

It means reciting ‘TALBIA’ which is a ritual of the hajj. In such days if one closes his eyes and tries to feel about hajj pilgrims a clear view will appear that aircrafts from all directions are moving towards Mekka that are full of pilgrims in same uniform. All of them are reciting ‘TALBIA’. Many are weeping or sobbing. Tears are following down through the cheeks of many. Same scenarios will be visible in the Jeddah airport, in the bus towards Mekka and finally while moving from Hotel for the first Omrah that include Tawaf around Khana e Kaba and Saiwee between Safa and Marwa ie two hills where Hajera(PBUH) the mother of Prophet Ismail ran 7 times in search of water to save thirsty child Ismail and finally Allah presented her Jam Jam well which till date is alive and supplying fresh drinking waters to pilgrims what are carried worldwide by them to drink. It’s a miracle. Muslims believe, it also gives some nutrition while one is hungry.

When ‘KHANA E KABA’ will be visible saying ‘TALBIA’ will have to be stopped. It’s the ritual. Most probably philosopher poet Allama Iqbal in such condition written ‘KABA TU DEKH LIA, KABA KA KABA TU DEKHO’(YOU HAVE SEEN THE KABA, NOW YOU SHOULD SEE THE KABA/OWNER OF THE KABA). Actually Allah ordered Muslims to visit Khana e Kaba not to see that but to obey him. So, Muslims go there and do Tawaf and Saiwee when they urge to Allah but not to his said Home. It is quite symbolic. He never dwells there. During the Tawaf and Saiwee devotees walk and express everything to creator, repent for sins, ask for the best for themselves and everybody.

As a matter of fact Hajj rituals are not that easy. But these are easier to the young men and women. I am astonished when I saw Arab children wearing Ehram uniform were more energetic than their parents. However, these were very interesting events for children but for their parents those hard rituals are to please omnipotent Allah certainly. Conscious pilgrims try to search Allah following all its ritual properly. They do Tawaf and Saiwee together whereas in the other MUSLIM RITUALS men and women are not permitted to do side by side. They stay together in the field of Arafa in 9th Jilhajj. They stay there in the tents from sun rise to sunset. Then after sunset they reach Mujdalefa where they spent the night under the open sky in the plain, in the slopes of the hills, over the ridges of the hills and even besides the streets. We arranged our night beds by the side of a road. Over us there were a Kubri (over bridge) where there were pilgrims. Men, women, children all took their shelter for the night where they got vacant place. It is 10th of Jilhajj when all the pilgrims go to Mina and stay there till 12th Jilhajj or may stay till the next day. From there on set (written in Fiqh) conditions pilgrims go to throw pebbles till 12th or 13th Jilhajj. Then all return to Mekka and do Tawaf e beda. However outlines are given here what each pilgrims are doing from the first hajj what our last Prophet (PBUH) became tradition. Pilgrims must remember hajj is not mere a tradition rather a path to find Allah. So, they must be sincere to follow the ritual properly utilize the time to please Allah leaving back biting, querling, fighting each other, unnecessary marketing, blaming and criticizing Muallim’s members etc. Response to Allah’s call must be in the way of Allah who teaches us to be generous hearted. Pilgrims must remember that they are there to do some pains taking rituals for their salvation and that must be done in proper prescribed way. All the prohibited and heinous activities must be avoided.

Here my aim is not to express the rituals of Hajj but my aim is to tell about Mahad al Haram and activities of Mahad al Haram. While in Mekka I had enough time to visit all the floors of the Grand Mosque situated around Khana e Kaba. In the hajj time prayer halls are too busy. But after the hajj fewer pilgrims come to do Omra throughout the year. So, Saudi Government decided to utilize prayer halls for education purposes. Government established Mahad al Haram in both the Harams(Haramyn) ie the grand mosque of Mekka around Baitullah and Mosque of the prophet(PBUH) in Medina. I was lucky enough to sit in both Mahad’s few classes. Their media of teaching is Arabic. So, I didn’t understand their lectures.

I searched someone who could understand me. In the Mahad of Mekka I saw many Rohinga Bangali students. But present generation of Rohinga Bengali there mostly became Arabic speaking.

Faisal Shams a Jama (University) student came forward to help me. He failed to communicate with me in Bengali. Our communication was in Urdu. They speak better Urdu because they get many Urdu speaking pupils from India and Pakistan with whom they communicate.

From him I came to know in the Mahad in Mekka total more than 125 Bengali (probably Rohinga Bangali) students are studying in different level. In Jama level about 30 Bengali students are studying. They learn here Kitab, Sunnah, Sharia, Ulomul Quran etc. Names of the classes are different. As in Sharia classes Ula Ali, Samia Ali, Salasa Ali, Raba Ali etc. In under graduate level classes are Ula Mutwasser, Samia Mutawasser, Salasa Mutwasser and in lower class three classes are named as Ula Sanawi, Sania Sanawi and Salasa Sanawi. He further added in Jama class young students of 20 to 25 years old are eligible to take admission. In under graduate level students of 15 to 20 years and in lower level students of 12 to 16 years can take admission.

Ustads(teachers) of Mahad al Harams are highly educated. Among them in Mekka Mahad few are as follows:

  1. Dr. Abdur Rahman Ahadal

  2. Dr. Abdul Wahab Risini

  3. Dr. Abdul Hafiz al Gazi

  4. Dr. Abdur Rahman al Sehri

  5. Dr. Zibril Mega

Names of few ustads(teachers) in Mahad al Haram in Medina are as follows:

  1. Dr. Allama Mosharraf Abdullah Musharraf

  2. Dr. Mohammad Ahmed Horratani

  3. Dr. Sheikh Azim Ahmed

  4. Dr. A. Zafar

  5. Dr. Abdul Moin Ekram

In the Mahad al Haram in Medina a student of second year named Hamza M. Dost Mohammad helped me giving its information. He is from Multan, Pakistan. I could talk to an Urdu speaking Ustad named Abdur Rahman. He teaches in the Riasatul Haram. Here students will become Hafez e Quran. Once before Asar prayer I saw hundreds of children (Arab, Black immigrants, Rohinga Immigrants and may be children of other immigrants) are learning their lessons. From these students many will get chance to study in any of the Mahad al Haram.

I came to know Mahad is recognized by Saudi Government as a University. It’s passed out Jama students may get job in Saui Arabia or any other Arab countries. Now they are serving in the various mosques of Saudi Arabia. I saw them in Khaledia mosque giving hajj training. Time to time there were arrangement to translate lectures of Mahad’s teachers in different language like Vahasa Indonesia, Urdu, Bengali etc. Translators might also be Mahad’s students.

I believe in course of time Mahad will become a famous University for the Muslim world. Students from the home and abroad will go there for higher education. This University will give pure knowledge about Malik/ Owner of the Kaba (Kaba ka Kaba). Grand mosque around Kaba and Mosque of the Prophet (PBUH) will become very busy campus for international students who will do research to know more about the creator Allah and his creations. May Allah bless us all!

PAF Chasma to Karachi & repatriation : Syed mohd. Saleh uddin

PAF Chasma to Karachi & repatriation

Syed mohd. Saleh uddin

The authority of the camp to keep us busy arranged Cricket, Football etc games. A group named Pancha Pandab played cricket and under the leadership of Sgt. Muso (thus named as the Sgt kept thick Mustachio) gathered under a tree to discuss about communism. Most probably the name of the Sgt was Akbor (not sure). I have forgotten the name of the Pandabs. However they were satisfied about what they were doing. Sgt. Alamgir with few of his friends used to play tennis. There was a very good tennis ground. Since after publishing a Wall magazine Cpl Baki bhai had find no other important job he was seen walking with his met Ansar. Intelligentsias Samad, Anis, Sulaiman etc had their own way to pass time. They all had also some kind of life related socialistic idea but I doubt literally they had any idea about that ideology. Now Baki bhai is not among us. May Allah bless him! His dismissal from life is my sorrow specially. After retirement from the BAF he was serving in the Bangladesh Biman where he had natural death. In other stories I told you about Commando Cpl. Sadiq, Sgt. Rashid, Kobi Ahsan. I did not mention the names of Aftab who was my entry fellow and class mate in the Tejgaon Poly technique High School, Dhaka (SSC 1968). They and few others were the prey of a misshapen in BAF and were sentenced to death probably in 1978. May Allah forgive them and bless them in the next life! Such deaths are always sorrowful for individual and family.

In Chasma camp when we heard that we are going to be repatriated soon, we burst into joy. In due date in December 1973 we started moving again by train to Karachi for repatriation. Party by party we were moving. It was joyous day for the party. From Mianwali to Karachi cantt was a long journey. In Karachi the shade of big round shape mosque of DOHS made reflection in my mind. It was in the way of our first journey to PAF Korangi Creek. It was an eye pleasing mosque. Such mosque is now we have in Dhaka cantonment. In my old age when I go there for any purpose I look at that and go back in my youth of 1970. I said my prayer in that mosque of Karachi for few waqt (times). Now also the mosque of Dhaka cantonment attracts me.

Few days we were in the PAF base Drigh road, Karachi. It was December 18, 1973 we all who were living in one room took our lunch together. For weight and balance problem of the aircraft we had to leave in the room our trunk and extra goods. PAF trucks were waiting for us to carry us to Karachi airport. We came out of the room. I pulled the door and closed that as if it was closed for us forever. Our aircraft took off. It was moment of great joy for us. The aircraft was Royal Air force Military passenger aircraft. Its name was Britannia. After taken off its cabin crew a Cpl of Royal Air Force came forward to help us. He did his duty politely.The aircraft reached at its required height. Then that went to its level flight. It was moving towards Bangladesh. Under its wing was Karachi. The people of Bengali Bastis were leading their uncertain life. In my memory a family of Piara chacha came. He had a wife and 2 or 3 three children; they all lived in a Basti of Korangi. Now we know till today their heirs are living there. Very less out of them could be repatriated. Their numbers day by day were increasing. By the news paper we come to know their number now is not less than 16 lacs. Their fate now is like non Bengali in Bangladesh. Who knows will they able to return to Bangladesh or not! Wish their best of life. Let them be happy where ever they are.

Our aircraft crossed the Pakistani sky border. Flew over Delhi, Calcutta and then entered Bangladesh crossing Indian sky border. Duly we landed in the Tejgaon Airport, Dhaka. We joined the BAF. Tears of joy were in the eyes of everybody. Though we were given leave the BAF authority followed all the procedure to send us leave. After leave I joined the no-3 squadron of BAF. There I had to work in the VIP Kite of Bango Bandu named Balaka. There other kites were a DHC-3 otter which fought in the liberation war against enemy and Antonov -26 Military transport aircraft. In December 1976 I joined in the Army Education (AEC). There I served in the Army School of Education and Administration for few years. It was also a joy for me. There I had a chance to work under officer like Commandant Col. Ain uddin, CI Maj. Anwar and Maj Nuruzzaman. Then Director AEC was Col. Shamsul Islam. Col. Ain uddin or most probably Col. Shawkot (if my memory is not weak) were very cultural minded. Once on conclusion of a RTOC course in 1980 or 1981 there was arrangement of ‘Moshaira’. Where RT i.e. trainee religious teachers of the Bangladesh Army had to recite four lines poetry or rhymes. In Pakistan such Moshaira was very popular. There culture loving people gathered together in a place that might be under a tree. Small poetry after poetry was recited of the famous poets or written by some one of the gatherings. They had to recite any poetry under given conditions. I am citing an example: “ Koncor chun chun kar mohal banaka, / chosing good stones (brick) and making home, Koha log Ghor Hamara / people say our house, Nehi ghor tera / not your house, Nehi ghor mera / not my house, Ratko kora chria basera/ there live birds at night.” Etc. I am giving another example without giving its meanings: “ Deenki Baghini; Raatki Mohini; Pol pol kor loho chosa; Fer vi dunia Pagol ho kar;Baghini posha.” It was written by a Hindi poet and the former one is written by an Urdo poet. Names of none is now not in my memory. Now by four lines poetry written by Nurjahan the daughter of Moghul emperor Shahjahan in her deathbed I like to conclude this Moshaira chapter: “Ber mazara/ in my grave, Ma garima/ I am poor woman, Nai Cheraga/ no light, Nai gola/ no flower, Nai pora/ will not burn, Porwana sujat/ wings of flying ant, Nai sada a bulbula/ Bulbul (a kind of bird of Robin species) will not sing.

Above officers were great men. I do not know now where they are. I came to know on retirement the rank of Col. Ain uddin was Major General and other three officers were Brigadier General. My heartfelt respect for them and I expect their Dua. In my instructor life in ASEA I had many inspirations from them. During my period there I remember one trainee officer Major Nurun Nabi. He has retired as a colonel. Now he is serving the nation with his Mile Stone School and College. He now also is my source of inspiration. Whenever I go to him with my publication, he never hesitates to purchase my book for the college library. He is great for his present work as Mile Stone is actually a mile stone in the education sector in Bangladesh.

Lahore to PAF Kohat : Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Lahore to PAF Kohat

Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

In February 18, 1969 I travelled by PIA from Dhaka to Lahore. It was my first journey by an aircraft. Our aircraft landed in Lahore at about evening. Here in the joy there was a sorrow of living home was hidden in heart. Before flight from Dhaka in the airmen mess we all the recruits were issued a blanket and a sweater. We did not understand its reason. When we came out of the aircraft and given our first step in the gangway scorching cold wave made us clear the mojaja (secret) of the blanket and sweater. So, hurriedly in the airport we wore the sweater. In the flying aircraft the dealings of cabin crews, their supplying of food and drinks, chocolates and other entertainments also charmed us. From the windows of the aircraft flying clouds below and other phenomenon were events of joy no doubt except little headache and tendency of closing ears due to high altitude. Some also vomited. Many face such problems due to high altitude.

From Lahore Rail Station our train journey began. There also we had few occasions of joy and sorrow. In our room a group of Poly tech technique students also travelled. Soon they became our friends though languages of each other were little known. They purchased food like pakura and fruit like malta, keno and tried to entertain us. In Lahore rail station pakura, fruits etc were sold by vendors. Pukura was prepared hot in the van and used to supply hot shouting Pakura, pakura….! Some of the students probably could sing. Someone started singing in unknown language to us. I made request to sing a Kawali the very popular songs of Pakistan. Someone started, “ O- lal mera pate rakhio bala.” By next two or three stations students got down. Till they were in the train we were in immense pleasure. Kohat was long away from Lahore. Night was increasing. Only sound of the high speed train was heard. Till advancing towards the north cold was gradually increasing. Our blanket helped us to sleep but at interval i.e. sleeping and its break and again sleep.

We did not know when Mari, Islamabad etc area gone back. At about 8 or 9 o-clocks (AM) the train stopped in a station. I have forgotten the name of the station and reason of our getting down. Did we change the station? My memory failed to help me. However that might be a junction. But around us there were many Pakistani students. They were also moving towards Kohat. At that time ISSB center for West Pakistan was there. They were going to face ISSB with a dream to become officer in the Defense Forces. They took us to be also ISSB candidates. They were laughing, gossiping and passing their time. Why I became emotional it was not clear to me. I failed to check my tear. Was it sorrow of leaving home or something else! Again train started. As that was not local train, things were going back fast. It ignored less important stations. Some where it entered tunnel of mountain and came out in the plain. Most probably we crossed the bridge over Jhelum River. Things of beauty were running back. In the two sides harvested fields. Many event of joy soon passed back. In some place girls seen on the back of buffaloes, somewhere man on the back of donkey, somewhere cattle were walking from one bush to another bush to graze etc. Hod–Hod ( a type of bird) seen fly and sat and again fly. It’s the nature of this type of bird. But that gave us pleasure. This bird is like big Wood peckers of Bangladesh.

Again after the noon we saw a hill in front of us. Gradually it became clearer. The train stopped in a station. It was Kohat. A big trailer truck was waiting there. A smart looking person came there to receive us. The hill seemed hanging over the station. We looked at that. A command came, “ get in the Queen Mary” “Hurry up” etc ( exact commands now is not in memory). Later we came to know the smart good looking Commander was Bengali GCI Cpl. Kamal. Next ten months (with one month extension) he commanded us in the Parade ground. His harsh Commands to somebody were not joy but sorrow. Once I spoke with him in Bengali. He shouted (rest I will not tell you as it was very good bull sheeting). In defense forces everyone takes it easy but it was my sorrow. I never tried to speak Bengali with him in my Kohat life till the initial training was over. After training I saw his soft heart. He spoke in Bengali with us. By the by, once I went a shoe shop in Kohat market. I saw Cpl. Kamal was also purchasing shoes or just choosing. He saw me and told me, “If I choice a pair of shoe for you wills you buy it?” I told him, “Yes sir!” It is worth mentioning here that later his choice was liked by many of my colleagues. Was it not a token of his soft heart? To make a civilian a soldier a GCI must be very hard in the field. He did not talk in Bengali with trainees because in PAF training centers communication in English was obligatory.

So, only GCI could show recruits proper path to learn English and air force manner.

Now I feel my skill of writing English to present you my experience is in great extend his gift. Salam to my GCI Cpl. Kamal (he retired as a Master Warrant Officer from the BAF). There I saw the mixed reaction of joy and sorrow among other trainees also. For the job they were happy but for hard training, extra drill and military battle practice by night after hard work throughout the day disheartened them. Here is a story of one of my entry fellows, who most probably was either from Noakhali or Comilla made a rhyme. It was as follows: HAIRA TAHARA TAHA, ATO DUR AI GHOR BARI CHARI, TAHA KAMAI KORI, HAIRA TAHARA TAHA! ( O- Taka O-Money, I came such long distance leaving home, Earning money, O-Taka O-money.). It is also a mixed expression of satisfaction and dissatisfaction. He was satisfied because he was provided but had also sighed as he had been far away from his home.

Air force is the way of life. From the beginning this process started. Though airmen are beginner soldiers of the Air force yet authority has every possible care to train them in a way so that their merits can be used to work in the high technology like aircraft, helicopter, radar, radio, arms and many other sophisticated electrical and mechanical devices. So, in our time also during training there were good arrangements of entertainment like picnic, education tour etc. There were also arrangements of games and sports. On conclusion of training of certain entry in ATTS, PAF kohat there was a cultural function. There famous singer of that time Nur Zahan was also invited. Most of the audiences were Panjabi. They were charmed with her and other Gazal singers’ performance. Among the airmen there were few Pusto speaking also. Hence a famous Pusto singer was invited. He started singing with a ‘Robab’ a local musical instrument. The language I did not understand but I liked the music of that folk song. It might be the song of love or sorrow or emotion. But the Panjabis were shouting ‘no more’ ‘no more’. It hurt me and Pusto speaking pathans. It was much dishonor to a great Pusto singer. Once I wanted to quote in mind a Pusto love song. Only four lines of that I can remember now. “Jo entajar kum eshna distargo/ I am waiting for your blue eyes; oli ponashi jomao distargo/ I will be waiting for you for decades together; johur chita gorum donya lotama/ to your beauty world becomes crazi; golu lala oa distargo/ mountain rose is also bleak to your beauty.” I am sorry if my recollection and translation is not correct. Salam to that singer.

Air force fighters of my time : Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Air force fighters of my time: a memoir

Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

(The writer served in the PAF, BAF and Bangladesh Army Education Corps till 1986 (retired as SWO) and finally retired from the Rampura Ekramunnessa Degree College as an Assistant professor in 2012.)

I went on retirement from Rampura Ekramunnessa Degree College in 2012. My job in the College of Aviation Technology, National Institute Engineering and Technology, Heritage International College of Aviation is still fresh in my mind. I am indebted to Dr. Shah Abdur Rahim as he has given chance to translate works of foreign writers in his project. So, most of the time, I keep myself busy with my project jobs. My granddaughter Tanisha is very proud for her Nanu bhai’s work. She talked about me to his school friends Faiza, Adriha, Aroni, Disha, Nazifa, Alif, Megha, Prapti, Ryan, Iftifhar, Safhin, Mridul, Ramim, Ishiq, Banna, Kashfi, Joyner, Ishan, Hisham, Anam, Ayan, Manam, Myesha, Raghib, Adib, Yamena, Ryna, Nyla, Tapore, Topore etc. In the school once they gathered around me. They are the representatives of children of this time. But their dreams and the dreams of children of our time were basically same. In our time when children were asked what will you be? The smart answer was from many, “I shall be a pilot.” There was no time to think about ability. Now also many answer the same. I go back to my Primary school life.

It was 1960. Construction works of the General Assembly Bhaban was going on. The name of my school was Dhaka Farm Primary School. Nearby there was Rajdhani High School and a Clinic of the Agricultural department and few quarters of the Government Agricultural Farm staffs. As my father was an employee of veterinary department, I was authorised to be treated in that clinic. Near it there was a big pond full of Lotus, water Lily, and other marshy land flowers. Sometimes white and red water Lily danced together in gentle breeze. Not far there was a big Tamerlane tree where our Buddhu uncle sold us foods. His processed Tamerlane fruits with salt and chilly, baked ground nut and chilly hot pulse were very dear to us. The Buddha uncle was very dear to the students too. His shaved head with only a few hairs (tiky) back attracted our special but respectful attention. He was also guardians of some the students. Most probably he was from the Monipuri worker who took this profession in his old age. Many students were from Monipuri ethnic group who were the children of the Monipuri workers. We all were happy there.

With the instruction of the Central Government of Pakistan from Islamabad East Pakistan Government expedited the construction works. Soon they liked to see the job completed for the meetings of the assembly. The Bhaban site was in the farm of the Government. Around it and our school there was vast vacant land when crops were harvested. The school authority was alarmed, soon school Bhabans should be vacated for left over buildings construction of the assembly area. However, it was not our problem. So, in the winter we were very happy since around us in the vast field there was no crop. However, in the seasons that vacant land became agriculture ground where maize, paddy, wheat, barley and cotton were cultivated for research. In the winter our happiness knew no bound. Vacant land around our school became dry grass field. Only few pieces of land near Agriculture college and dairy farm there were tomato and kukri (a type of vegetables) garden. In the dry grassy land we played. We ran after frightened hare. In the winter there was no fear of snake, though there especially Cobra was seen crawling in the harvested field and water snake in the marshy paddy field and canals in other seasons where little children used to catch fish. In my boy hood time to time I heard my father is working in the Tejgaon Diary farm or Poultry farm or Mirpur zoo or in his Head office. Actually, now I understand from his head office time to time he was sent to those places as he was a veterinary field assistant. So, his help was required for the treatments of animals and animal husbandry.

I was then studying in class two, so a little boy. In the walking distance there was PAF Base Dhaka. It was civil airport also. Both International and Local flights were operated from there. I did not know all these but sound of aircrafts drew my attention. Sometimes in the Tiffin time of the school I ran towards the runway with other boys. They climbed a dune there, I followed them too. Few also used to go there in search of torn big balloons of the weather department. Others were busy plucking ‘Anoy’ and ‘Guji’ fruits there. There were other unknown wild fruits plants. Very brave of them cached ‘Bhomra’(a type of big bug). They did very inhumane thing when they tore one of Bhomra’s leg and entered a long Moina throne on it. To escape from that poisonous throne the poor Bhomra started flying. At that time the throne was tied with a thread. So, it used to move around failing to escape. It used to hurt me. Few climbed the high bushy tillas (artificial small hill) and struggle to climb the top. Those were used as shelter of the Air Force fighter aircrafts. During the Second World War for war purpose these were made to save the aircrafts from the enemy attack. We simply heard the sound but we did not know what were the aircrafts were there. But I now at my old age I can tell you their names. Those were DHC-2 Beaver of plant protection department of Pakistan Government, F-86 Sabre of PAF, and Hiller UH-212 helicopter of Army Aviation etc. Besides, so far I remember there were few monoplane and biplane of world war-2 vintage. Their names cannot be traced now. However in British India RAF, IAF and RIAF time to time added fighters as Wapiti, Spitfire, Tempest, Thunderbolt, Mosquito, Hurricanes etc aircrafts in their fighter squadrons. During that time in their Bomber squadrons there were Canberra and Mistier etc aircrafts. Then its transport aircraft was Dakota. So, names of the abandoned aircraft I cannot tell you now. However, from school at that time a glider was also seen flying. Now I know those used to fly with trainee pilot. Our senior brother Shahan bhai used to tell us story of old bi and mono planes what were left somewhere near the airstrip. But I was in doubt about them. At that time there were few trainers of the Flying club.

Grandma told us the story of construction of airport. She was mentally wounded because like many others she had to quit their home of Dainodda. It was acquired by the British Government to make military airport. My grandpa was a humble Imam of local mosque. So, this also hurt him to leave home. However, Grandma was proud as his son (my father) who got job under an American Air Force detachment where he served till the war was over. But again her heart had wound because my father had to live his job after a military vehicle accident before 1947. He was provided the job of veterinary department when he was posted to Ali Pur, Dwar near Bhutan border, now in India. It was not far from Darjeeling. After the independence of 1947 he was re posted to Domer, now is in our land. For his job my father was happy and talked various stories of his time. In his time in the Alipur Dwar there lived Saotals. He told their stories, about culture of his Saotals neighbours, their habits etc. Well to do Saotals had Bull pull cart. Once, one such person took my father in his cart to carry him for the treatment of his sick cow.

In my primary also there was a locality in Dhaka farm for Saotals. As the agriculture worker they were collected from various place of British Bengal. In a piece of land near the Government farm near a canal they constructed their huts not away from Indira road. At the one side of the road there were rows of ‘Kattly’ (local name) plants and a plum garden. Those were there for research purpose. From the fibre of the Kattly plant in the western country where Jute was not available ropes were used to mend. In the branches of plum trees the ‘Lakha’ a type of ‘microbe’ was cultured for the research. ‘Lakha’ is used to prepare chemical which is used to make shoe black and other things. Later these research projects were shifted from there and in that place present T&T building exists with honour. Though Agriculture research area was shifted but ‘Khamar Bari’ and other agriculture and animal husbandry related head office and research centres, Bangladesh Agriculture Research council etc are still around. The old Indira road is still there but agriculture fields for research and horticulture garden abolished instead there is Monik Mian Avenue till the Farm gate. In our time adjacent to the Indira road the agriculture research area existed and in between there was a long created bush of ‘Sheura trees’ (local name) from Farm gate to ‘Bakul’ (local tree famous for its nice scented flowers when dried) tola. Over the bush there were creepers and herbs that made cushion what was very dear to primary students like me. We sat over it and enjoyed immense pleasures from the nature by shaking the bush up and down. In the other side of the Indira road there was a big row of tall Palm olin trees. Under those school children with other boys and girls used to collect its fruit to eat its nut. Saotals and other aborigines’ children were also seen collecting fruits, fire wood and leaves especially leaves from the Devdaro. There were Monipuri ethnic groups also. Their children were good looking. During our time their children played with others when their mothers were busy in plucking ground nuts or working in the paddy fields. Their games were also working like their mothers.

Many stories I heard from my Grandma about the construction of Tejgaon airport. Then she saw black soldiers while they were in cross-country walk or run. She lived with my grandpa there. My grandfather was very respectable person in the area as he was a religious teacher of the local children. I cannot remember any memory of my grandpa Syed Elahi Newaz because when he died I was mere a breast feed child. My father Syed Shahadot Hossain sometimes told us about his life in the American Air force as a civilian employee when I was a high school student. He talked about his other friend Mohiuddin of that unit who became an airman after the independence of 1947. I heard he was a freedom fighter of liberation war of Bangladesh in 1971 and retired from the BAF as the Base Warrant Officer of BAF Base Dhaka (Pl. Visit navigationtalk. word press.com to know more). Father also talked about aircrafts of that time what is now not in my memory. Before and after 1965 India Pakistan war I saw many Sabres were flying over Tejgaon Airport were climbing, diving and flying in different formation. I cannot remember the year when Bombers of PAF was flying over Tejgaon airport. Most probably they were brought from a base of Karachi for an exercise or on 14 August the independent day of Pakistan or 23 March the national day of Pakistan where there were march past of the soldiers including fly past of the PAF aircrafts. The Ghost like those black coloured bombers were disappeared from the sky of Dhaka after few days. That means they went back to their base in the West Pakistan after the specific purpose was over. Most probably they were B-57 bombers built in USA. At that time Indian Air force had Canberra bomber what was actually resembles B-57 but was built in the Aeroplane factories of Great Britain.

After my high school, I was lucky enough to join the PAF as a technical airman in 1969. I was proud because I got chance to work in an Air force as my father worked in an Air force during the Second World war and could give at least sweats for his motherland though under British rule. After repatriation, in the BAF Base Dhaka I joined the no-3 squadron. There I worked in the Aircraft of the liberation war DHC-3 Otter, Aircraft of the Bangu Bandhu Balaka, a VIP aircraft named Antonov -24 and in Antonov -26 a military paratrooper aircraft. In my leisure time I entered the jungle in between the runway and tarmac area to search my boyhood. Nostalgia of the past surrounded me. Still in jungles there were big monitors almost like Komodo dragon & groups of monkeys were living. Still ‘Anoy’ and other berry plants were there. These were the food of monkeys. Big birds Hurri Chacha were around. In my boyhood Anoy was my dear fruit. At the time back from my primary school in the season I entered the bush about 100 yards behind of my father head office. It was a red building at the western side of present Khamar Bari near farm gate. In front of that building there was a row of Devdaro (pine) whose leaves were familiar for cooking in the woven and a Kheioor(date palm) Bagan (orchard). Now also these are existing but of new plantation after 1971. There were a row of high palm trees (Palm Olin) near the bush. Time to time school children used to go there in search of palm fruits dropped by birds after they had eaten outer oily portion. Children broke the fruit to eat its nut. Test of its nut was like coconut. Nearby there were probably few ‘Rita’ trees or other trees whose fruits were like ‘Rita’ and were dear to goats. Rita fruits could be used as detergent materials of woollen cloths after process. I feel about ‘ Anoy’. It could be an economic fruit. Its leaf was bit bigger than our plum tree. This to agriculturist may not be tree but shrub. However, its harvest was wonderful like bunch of grape. Its test was nice. I am not an agriculturist. I do not know whether that fruit is of berry group or of other group. I left the problem to them to find out its species and its economic possibility. But to me it was the place where my grandfather resided, my father played, he discharged his duty as a civilian in the American Air Force and I worked in the BAF as an airman. I left this story for future when also my little breast feed granddaughter LIAYNA will be matured enough to know about our time.

In my PAF life I was trained in RTS, PAF Kohat and SOA, PAF Korangi Creek, Karachi. Then I was posted to PAF Base Sargodha. Their main operational fighter was F-6 (Mig-19). There were few F-104 Star Fighters what were abandoned that time. In this Base trainer aircraft was T-37. KAMAN H- 43B helicopter was its rescue helicopter. PAF base Masroor, Karachi and PAF Base Peshawar were then other operational air base. So far I know at that time PAF bombers B-57 (if my memory is not weak) based at PAF Base Masroor in Karachi. PAF had T-33 and T-37 aircrafts for fighter pilots training. Its pilot training academy was in PAF Base Risalpur. In 1971, people of the East Pakistan started liberation war against its Pakistani counterpart. So, all the Bengali airmen in the Pakistani Air force Bases made captive and taken to the stranded camp. Many airmen absconded & joined liberation war and by them Bangladesh Air Force was established. From remote Bannu few tried to escape. Before sending to Bannu even in PAF Base Sargodha SAC Tofazzol Bhai expressed his plan to flee. So, he has collected map and compass etc. But from operational unit soon airmen were sent to Koeta, Risalpur etc Bases then again to stranded camp Bannu fort, Miranshah fort and Bannu Cantonment where airmen and soldiers of other arms were stranded. In the camp local hawkers and even tribal Pathan smugglers had free access. I could collect old tribal dress and few Afghani ( Afghan Currency) from a local vegetable hawker. He helped to get a guide, but later he informed the guide lost his courage. So, I along with Jalal got bus. Unto Peshawar none doubted us. We got the bus of Landi Kotal in the way of Torkham to cross Dorand line but at the bus stand of Landi Kotal near Kissakhani Bazaar (if my memory is not weak) we were apprehended. Our journey to Kabul was stopped and via Khyber agency we were back to Air force authority. However, we will never forget the good manner of director Khyber agency (If you are still alive my salute to you, if you are death may Allah give you a good abode in the Janna (heaven)!). With permission of air force escorts he accompanied us unto Field Intelligent Unit of PAF Peshawar. Probably he thought about our misfortune in the way.

In the PAF cell of Kohat we got Tofazzol Bhai. He told that he tried to flee with LAC Shahid. Lone agent of Pakistan was happy as he could catch at least one deserted airman. We three were punished in PAF Kohat and then again sent to Bannu. By this time Pakistan Government took decision to Shift stranded camps from Afghan border like Bannu. After liberation of Bangladesh stranded airmen were sent to PAF Base Chasma, Mianwali. Here our great leader Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman was also captive. After sending him back to Bangladesh from this desert camp captive airmen were sent there from various stranded camps. This camp was made for the French Engineers who came to make Chasma Barrage. This camp was in Punjab. So, this camp was far away from the any border.

In this camp airmen had bitter experience. At the mid night they had fall in the ground. To avoid absconding they took this step. At that time we had no way except counting the stars of clear night of the desert. But we saw also birds flying towards the barrage. In 1973 by December all the airmen were repatriated from Pakistan via Karachi and joined the BAF.I served in the Defence forces of Bangladesh till 1986 when I was retired from the Bangladesh Army Education Corps. By this time many aircrafts of BAF flew in the air of Bangladesh and retired like me from the Air force after discharging their duty nicely. The list of retired BAF aircraft is as follows:

Retired[edit]

List of BAF obsolete and retired aircraft:[5][6]

Aircraft

Origin

Role

Versions

No. of Units

Notes

Image

F-7 Air Guard China

Multirole combat aircraft

MB

10

Retired in favor of more capableF-7BGI.
Fouga CM.170 Magister France

Jet Trainer

8[7]

Retired in favor of more capableAero L-39 Albatros.
North American F-86 Sabre USA

Fighter aircraft

F40

8

Surrendered by Pakistan Air Force.
Douglas Dakota USA

Military transport aircraft

1

Ex Indian Air Force.
de Havilland Canada DHC-3 Otter Canada

Military transport aircraft

1

Ex Indian Air Force.  
Aérospatiale Alouette III France

Utility helicopter

1

Ex Indian Air Force.
Mikoyan-Gurevich MiG-21 USSR

Fighter aircraft

MF

12

 
Mil Mi-8 USSR

Transport Helicopter

8

 
Shenyang J-5 China

Interceptor aircraft

8

 
Shenyang JJ-5 China

Interceptor aircraft

3

 
Agusta-Bell 205 Italy

Transport Helicopter

2

Ex Imperial Iranian Air Force.
Antonov An-24 USSR

Military transport aircraft

V

1

V.I.P Transport. Known asBalaka.
Antonov An-26 USSR

Military transport aircraft

2

 
Shenyang J-6 China

Operational conversion unit

28

 
Westland Wessex United Kingdom

Transport helicopter

5

2

Former Royal Navy helicopters donated by the United Kingdom in 1973  

(Courtesy:Above list is taken from the Wikipedia)

Day by day Bangladesh Air Force is becoming powerful. It is getting newer aircrafts. The under constructed Bhaban of 1960 is now world famous construction designed by Lo-Kan is the Sangshad Bhaban of Bangladesh. Bangladesh is proud of it. Now in the sky over it BAF latest fighters are seen flying. Big BAF C-130 paratrooper flies by it with kingly pride. In other memoir or an article idea about those will be given.

Karakorum: In the Procession of the Death by Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Karakorum: In the Procession of the Death

Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

 

“Ke kobor posha goriban, Hame giah boss aast”

(From the epitaph of a poetess)

When ‘Mahakal’ (Time from the beginning and onward) started only its creator knows. Is it from the ‘Big bang’? None knows. But we know from that moment many pages were open and closed. Though remote past from thousands of light years time to time we are recording now by our sophisticated observation machineries yet it is not possible for us to open pages Earth chapter of Mahakal because we till date did not invent such devices. However, it may possible for the intelligent being (if any) of thousands of light years away to read Mahakal of the earth if they have such advanced technology to read that. Being a Muslim I believe in the Mahakal is recorded as it is part of Islamic faith that every individual will be given his Amal Nama (life report) in his hand in the Day of Judgment i.e. the longest day where people have to wait for thousands of year for judgment. So, everything is recorded big and small.

Karakorum it is as old as this earth. So when life emerged in this earth Karakorum was ready to accept life. So we get fossils of ancient animals there. They became the part of eternity. On death they proved their existence that once upon a time before lacs or crores of years they were alive. However at that time there was no human species. So their death were either natural or they became foods of others. Once there lived apes. They were not Homo sapiens species like us the cruelest species in the earth who are also caused of abolition of many wild lives i.e. species that became their food. Now also Karakorum is rich in wild lives. During my training period in PAF as my initial training center was in a valley of Karakorum I had chance to visit many of its places. I cannot remember now where I saw big signboard where many of animals lived there at that time were drawn. I cannot tell you exact name but the pictures are still engraved in my mind are big Pythons, other types of snakes, some types of deers, boars, wild goats, big cats of leopard species, birds like ‘Titir’,’Duck’ etc. I saw also various types of birds, but I am not a bird specialist, so I cannot tell you their names exactly. By the courtesy of the National Geographic channel I learnt the name of beautiful bird like the ‘bird of paradise’. I do not know the birds I saw there, whether there were any species that resembles birds of the Papua New Guinea where such beautiful birds actually live. But I remember dove, wild baj i.e. eagles. I saw this Eagle over Kohat, Bannu and other places. I was astonished to see it over Bango Bandhu Agriculture University (former EPSA), Bangladesh. I saw it over a research paddy field of the University long after my repatriation from Pakistan. In one of story I told its local name of Karakorum area as ‘Kabotara baj’. But to birds’ experts it is ‘changeable hawk eagle’. It is thus named because after few months its feathers are changed. It is certain that what animals were there in my time in mountains abodes is no more now. They are now in the world of death. But their species may exist.

 

Let us come back to the matter of human races. We are not exactly clear when first man or a group of men reached in this subcontinent and from where. But they had certainly to cross hard and high & low pass of Karakorum. Then group after group people crossed the mountainous passes and made their Basti (locality) in India. Some chosen suitable valleys where they started living. Then they fought each other. So, they traduced human civilization here. A group of man started killing another group. In Karakorum this is still tradition. Drones flew silently and bomb to kill people in some remote places of the mountain. Rebel fighters and government forces fight and kill each other. This mal practice most probably started from just after the human races started to live here. History says at about 10,000 BC people started cultivation; during plight some groups of those people in search of easy and fertile agricultural lands might have crossed Karakorum. At about 4000 to 2000 BC the Babylonian culture and commerce predominant in Mediterranean regions of Asia, so there were possibility of human mobilization to India also crossing that mountainous reason. So, human locality increased also. Its results were fighting and death beyond the natural death. In 327 BC Alexander extended his cruel fighting hand to India. Its result is written in the history. In the way of his back he had to fight in many places. So, there were deaths. Howe ever many of his fighters absconded or left behind for a peaceful life. The blue eyes of many people of present Karakorum area, proves this fact. In 1001 AD Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni, Afghanistan made expedition to India. It is said he entered 17 times in India and there were several battles. So in the death procession many were included. In 1398 AD Tamerlane (Timur) the great Mongol conqueror invades India. In1526 AD Babur founded Mogul dynasty in India. In 1739 AD Nadir Shah of Persia invaded India. Later British, USSR, USA and about European aggressions we are aware. These were not without bloodshed. Present Indian and Pakistani wars that are till dates continued were discussed in other stories. So death tolls are increasing during battles and also during avalanches. Who knows when this chapter will be closed?

Above were the stories of warring nations and groups and survival for the fittest. In peace time among the general inhabitants of the area there are natural birth and death. There is dearth also. So, for economic reasons they cannot get proper medical aids. So, mother and children death are high. During peace time K-2 inspires summit loving people worldwide to come hither and win the summit. There are other summits also that attract the brave to them. Among them Rakaposhi, Chegolisha, Masher brim, Superno and other summits that totals about 18 are the choice of Summit lovers. Few ice bergs except Siachen like Baltoro, Hisper, Biato, Chugo Lungma, Biafo, Panam, Savaii, Godwin Austin and many unnamed icebergs are also the interest of those who like to track in the mountain. Abruzzi is one of the famous Ridges. Till date how many adventurers fallen in the mountain gorges or ravines and lost forever from those places none can give this account! In peace soldiers of both India and Pakistan also died during their construction works. During the construction of Pakistan China friendship road many soldiers of Engineers corps and other detachments died. Then among deaths were many Bengali soldiers also.

Above inscription found in an epitaph of a grave among the readers many may understand it. The poetess who is living in that grave is the daughter of great Mogul emperor Shahjahan. But most of the graves of deaths in the Karakorum are without any epitaph. Who died in the battles in the past their graves are unspotted. In the ‘tabula rasa’ i.e. in the blank tablets of ‘Mahakal’ there might be pains and sorrows of those deaths are written. Those soldiers of the past were not happy in life, so they went to one country to another to fight and kill people. Once they were killed. Their ‘lex loci’ i.e. custom of the place announced them martyrs. ‘gloria in excelsis!’ Glory to God in the highest is a ‘von mot’ i.e. a witty saying of every nation!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mari legend and Bengali Airmen : Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Mari legend and Bengali Airmen

Syed Mohd. Saleh uddin

 

 

 

Sher khan and Sher Afghan were Pathan airmen. Most probably they were my entry fellow. I am not sure the exact place of Karakorum regions where their family lived. They were friendlier with Bengali than Panjabi airmen. It was the matter of their liking or disliking. It is not my matter.

 

My matter is their area of that time. Mari is in the Karakorum Mountain. Before 1971 it was there. The name of a place may be changed but the place remains where it was during its creation. So, I can say the name of the Mari was changed many times from the remote past. But it is not changed from the British period. In this mountainous area brave Pathans like Hunja tribe live. In the British period they were there who were hard to win like the summit K-2. Its height is 28240 feet from the sea level. It is the second highest mountain peak in the world. Summit lovers’ people from the various corner of the earth every year come here like Everest of Nepal to conquer that. By hard struggle many can reach the summit, many leave expedition and go back home and few other remain near the summit forever. Their dead body became their pride. Here Nepali Sherpa do not assist to reach K-2.Here local Pathans are there to achieve the glory to reach summit with expeditors. In this area other 18 summits are there where there are expeditions every year.

 

I saw Mari from the far. Before liberation war during my short service in the active unit I was not posted to any PAF base situated in Mari or other places in Karakorum. In Mari there was a PAF station in Upper Topa. It was a RADAR station. Near it there was a school for children where the

Anglo sisters were teachers one of whom had a love story. This story will be told later on.

 

There was a PAF public school in Lower Topa. Shamsher bhai of Bangla Academy was a student of this school till 1959. From him and from few airmen and soldiers of Bangladesh Army who served in Mari I got a pen picture of that area. Now I am presenting that for you. Shamsher bhai lived in the Iqbal hall of the school. From the window of his room he could see K-2 summit which was too far. Nearer he could see the Military training center of Upper Topa. He told from the GHQ of Pakistan Army Military convoys to Azad Kashmir followed Northwards road. Reaching Mari the convoy crossing Pindi point and CMH crossed Lower Topa and Ghora Goli. Then by Nathia Goli Golf course road the convoy reached to the Kashmir point. The golf course was very beautiful where President of Pakistan Ayub Khan, Governor M. Azam khan and higher officials seen playing golf occasionally. From Kashmir point the convoy started moving towards far north to reach Azad Kashmir. Some time the convoy stopped at Kuldana for rest or other requirements. It was an important cantonment. Here was the Army School Education and Administration of the Pakistan Army where the instructors of all ranks and administrative personnel got Basic training. Most of the cantonments of our times in Pakistan were built in British periods. Mari cantonment was also developed in that period. It is culture of a cantonment that there posted battalions and units stay for very temporary period. Battalions stay there for a certain time of one or two or three years and left the cantonment for another posts or cantonment. So, in Mari there were British and Indian Battalions, Gurkha Battalion of British Army etc. To the British Gurkhas were brave and fighting nation. So, they were collected from the Gurkha land of Nepal. During Pakistan period there served Pathan, Panjabi, Baluch, Sindhi, and Bengali soldiers & airmen. It is the tradition of the Battalions’ soldiers that they very seldom get chance to live with family. During British period in British Army there were soldiers from British Empire worldwide. They were from the British, Iris and Scottish highland and plain, African desert and jungle, Mountain and plain area of India and Nepal and also from reverie British Bengal etc. But their love, sorrow, pain and emotion were almost same. These were reflected in the literatures of our National poet Nazrul. He was a soldier of the British Army who represents the non commission level of Army and their thoughts.

 

For general soldiers even for all officers it was not possible to carry their wives and children from their own land. So, there were sorrows. Wherever they were they thought about their beloved. From the ancient time love song were sang by the people. That used to ring in the hearing of the soldiers. Song like ‘Sano bhi naal le chola, o sona gaddi woolea’ (o dear cart goner, take me along with you). Our national poet also had written many poetries and songs of love when he was a soldier. He also sang to express his sorrow. Let us come back to those soldiers. While those soldiers left home for far cantonments, their dear one would have murmured and sang in their own languages. Now also the soldiers who left home for remote Afghanistan or Iraq or any other warring areas their loving one use to bid them farewell with tear. In our time (1969) for love sharing with some one of his life partner in the country a soldier did not hesitate to hang to die himself. He was an instructor of our time in PAF, Kohat. We had also pain for such sorrow. But for a soldier suicide is never bravery. For a soldier there are many “affaire d’ honneur” i.e. affair of honor. That young education instructor could be more devoted in teaching us. We really did not want that the lifeless body of our instructor hanging behind a Shyrish tree of Munir Squadron. The squadron was named after a courageous soldier of PAF. However RTS authority gave guard of honor to that unsatisfied departed soul. This is the norm of the Defense force by which soldiers show their respect to their fellow dead soldiers.

 

Shamsher bhai told all the night they used to hear sounds of Military convoys. Sometimes rays of head lights of the caravan that coming from Azad Kashmir disturbed their sleep. Besides, natural beauty of Mari rubbed off all his sorrows. In June and July Mari attracted tourists from home and abroad. At that time apple, pears, grapes etc were burdens of the trees or vines and flowers were in full bloom where butterfly of hundreds of colors seen travelling flower to flower. In the rope ways, Hotels departmental stores, cinema halls, roads, post offices, banks everywhere there were tourists and tourists. In the holidays Bengali airmen even from Chaklala, Lahore used to come there with child and family. Then Mari became an area of ‘lingua franca’ i.e. where people communicate with mixed language. Such experiences are also unforgettable. At night the towns was full of lights and from the valley down lights were seen. Hundreds of twinkling light charmed Shamsher bhai. Hide and seek game of full moon behind ridges or up over the summit in the clear nights gave him and the pupils of Lower Topa immense pleasures. Group Captain Alfaz too was an ‘Alma Mater’ i.e. an old student of that PAF School. He also talked high about his school. That nostalgia increased when the school authority invited him after his retirement from BAF. He went there to share his past memory with others of his time. Most of the pupils of his time were high officials of Defense i.e. Army, Navy and Air force either of Pakistan or Bangladesh but majority joined the Air force. Now also beauty of Mari changes with the change of positions of sun in the morning, noon and evening. It is the game of sun, shadow and color in mountainous area. Sometimes sun rays use to reflect over moving clouds that crawl by the slope of the high hills.

 

Shamsher bhai told about Siachen glacier. Now it is the highest war field of the world. It is 48 miles long. In its eastern side K-2 is touching the sky. Here temperature is -30 degree. In such conditions soldiers used to fight against each other. It is a part of Kashmir. Till 1984 there was no battle in this glacier when India took it to be a vulnerable but important war field that may be for Kashmir issue is useful for military expedition against Pakistan. So, India captured the glacier secretly and made powerful cantonment. For a span of time Pakistanis were not aware of it. Once they came to know and captured few military important peaks and valley. From than they are occasionally fighting and Government of both the countries letting to die their most skilled and painstaking soldiers. In 1999 there was Cargill war. Government of both the countries should take steps to save their men. Let again K-2 be busy with the braves who like to win her. For games of soldiers of both the countries that kill each other K-2 expedition decreased to the lowest. Sooner both the countries realize it sooner there will be normal life again.

 

I hinted about an “affaire d’ amour” i.e. a love affair in Mari. That school sister of Upper Topa fallen love with a Bengali airman of the said PAF Radar station near the school. In a darkness of late evening they came in a place near the barbed wire fencing between the school and the Rader station where they met and exchanged their love. In 1971 that airman became stranded and left Mari for Bannu. It was also possible in due time the sister left Pakistan after her assigned job. The airman took it an ‘affaire de loeur’ i.e. an affair of the heart. Did she? I like to conclude the chapter with followings few lines of love song that was very famous in Mari and adjacent areas: “………. NERE NERE ANDAO; SADE DIL TOUR PANDEO; KANDE OT LAT CHOP JA; REKHO RAKHNA PARA PARA; BAOJI MEI EK ARJO KARA…. ; …..”. After long time exact wording from my memory might be missing. I hope readers will consider it and try to discover its meanings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time and Tide Wait for None :Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern sidTime and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
Time and Tide Wait for none
Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

At the west of SOE the School of Electronics where there was a Mazar (grave of a Muslim mystic). Exact direction now is not in my memory. Crossing it Risalat and I used to reach the bank of Arabian Sea. In the low tide water mark was far away. Then mud skippers were the kings there. Once I was astonished waves of water was rushing towards the bank. During the time of high tide such happened. Sound of the sea gradually increased. From the bank we used to see waves that were breaking in the bank. During low tide we walked in between the corals. Some times ran after a red crab that soon took shelter in a hole under a coral colony. In the Mazar in some occasions Kawals (Kawali singers group) came. They sang their favorite Kawali. In Pakistan ‘Dama dam Maskalander……….Alida poila number’ was very famous one. Once in a day we heard sound of Guns from the side of the sea then saw a Sabre was flying and long behind that a big piece of cloth following the Sabre. Bullets from the Ack Ack guns were going up and hitting the flying cloth but not the Sabre. We came to know it was Ack Ack guns firing practice. Once the time of Korangi Creek was lost in the Maha kal (ever flowing time). We left behind Karachi (1970). Bengali Bastis in Babla jungles of sandy Korangi, Orangi etc places were as they were. Bengalis in New Karachi, Najma bad etc places were in gentle localities. They were dreaming of happy life with probably a good job each or a business. New trainees of SOA probably were allotted our vacant charpoys. So, they shared all what we shared. Still in my memory, in high tides fishing boats near PAF Korangi Creek, the flying of the seagulls over the water lines and fishing birds charmed us. The swift movements of Shaheen Eagles frightened flying seagulls. They all had gone out of sight. The Shaheen Eagle is insignia of PAF and also of BAF. This bird can fly in the sky of desert, mountain and sea with same skill. It was in Sagodha, Bannu etc. In the sky of Chashma it was also there.

In the Chasma camp, I never saw Risalat. He was a non Bengali of Saidpur. Most probably he was granted asylum in Pakistan and was posted to a PAF base. As my fellow airman he was very well behaved. However we heard few other airmen who were non Bengali granted asylum on their own request. Most probably that process was completed before movement to the Chasma camp. Mean while from the camp a group of sick person were repatriated. Two of them were my closure. I re-quested one to carry one of my pant piece and a west end wrist watch to carry it to Bangladesh. He told me,” If I die what will be with your goods.” As ill luck would have it he died a few days later reaching Bangladesh. May Allah grant him a good abode in Jannat (Heaven). They were sent to Karachi and were repatriated from there. We were passing time as usual. We were happy when we saw our wall paper is being read by others. Once I saw kobi Kader was standing in front of the wall magazine ‘Porosh Moony’ and making some note. I was happy. Sometimes I also stood in front of his Paper and read poetry. The paper was hanged in the outer wall of a big building what was built for the French as their cultural centre. In it there was a bar for them and a ball room. It was also their club where they met, drank and danced. They carried their culture with them. So, when the bar became a canteen for us there was no wine or beer or whisky instead all the Halal goods were available there. Ball room was converted to Mosque. Under the leadership of Sgt. Rashid in that mosque after Asar Prayer from the holy Quran Sura Yasin was recited. Most probably there were completion of few Dua Yunus. In the mosque regular five times prayer and also Friday juma prayer were commenced. In off time devotees liked to recite holy Quran in the mosque. In the camp Tabligue Zamat was also very active. In the hot days of the desert it was tough to go to the mosque during Zohur prayer. Mosollees (devotees) just covered the head and mouth by a piece of cloth and just ran to the mosque.
In that scorching heat for dogs were difficult to move open. Like us they also used to take less food. They were seen taking rest in the Kata Mehdi bush (a type of thorny bush) with their tongue out what probably helped them to have some cold feelings. We had to go to mosque crossing that thorny bush what was about 50 or more yards southern side of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.
e of our living block. In between there was a big swimming pool. Most probably whose water was not change after French has gone. Once an airman jumped on the pool but hurriedly he left the pool because there was severe itching in his body by water. Most probably that was the colony of hundreds type’s of harmful bacteria. So he ran to the Barrack. Took bath with soap for a long time and was relieved. But that water of the pool was ideal place for many types of frogs’ coitus game. So, that pool was good living for the frogs and frog young’s. Their natural foe snakes were also not seen there. In that heat for birds had rows of trees by the side of the road. That tree was not known to us. But its leaf was maple leaf type and from the wound of tree juice seen coming out that was sweet in test. There common tailor bird (Tuntuni) was seen dancing. Sometimes cuckoos were also seen. Melodious songs of other birds and chirpings of ducks flying around the Chasma barrage and doves from tree were also heard.
By the left side of the swimming pool there was a school bhaban (building) probably built for the children of that French people only! As they were not there that building was empty. One of the rooms was allotted for the chapel of the Christian of the camp. Sgt. Asjad was the senior most Christian there. Under his leader ship they organized their Sunday prayer. Among other Christians Edmond, Lawrence and Cardozo I can remember.
Among other religious group number of Hindu was considerable. Among them Auron Borun Choudhury was a devoted Hindu. He had some sorrows. It will be discussed in the other story.

Getting job in the Air Force now is certainly a Joy. Such was the case in our time. In peace time it was joy for all. Airman used to say proudly, “I serve in the Air force”. Not only in my time but also long before who joined the PAF and was retired from Air force had their proud expression as, “ I served in the Air force” . Thereupon I like to cite an example. I got married when I was the Education JCO of the 33 East Bengal Regiment in 1977 and was serving in the Rajshahi cantonment. My father in law Gazi Mohd. Kahfel Wara was then an instructor of the Rajshahi Poly technique Institute. When he heard that I was in the Air force, he exclaimed and proudly said, “I also served in the Air force.” He was equally proud for his Air force job as well as his Poly technique instructor’s job. For his ‘Advanced’ course in PAF he got the teaching job in such prestigious Government institute. My mother in law had also nostalgia about her stay in PAF quarter. She still says about her long journey by C-130 from PAF Chaklala to PAF Dhaka. Her grand children repeatedly heard her story in PAF quarters. However, being an Air force airman I had pride and joy like those who joined together with me. I had rather two joys. In February 1969 I joined the PAF. It was certainly a joy for me. In December 1976 I joined the AEC of Bangladesh Army from the BAF. It was another joy. Everywhere there were occasions of joy and sorrow. Where people do live there these two are parts of life, so same was with me. In the next story I shall tell about my and other Bengali airmen’s long journey what was mixed with joy and sorrow. In PAF from our recruitment to repatriation we stayed in different bases and camps that all are past.

Aircraft Learning & Helicopter Teaching: Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin

Aircraft Learning & Helicopter Teaching

 

Syed Mohd. Saleh Uddin, Ex CI NIET & College of Aviation Technology, Assist. Professor (Retd)

 

 

 

 

Are you the students of Aerospace Engineering or Avionics Engineering? This story is for you and also for your instructors. It is rather two stories. It’s one is how I learnt it in SOA, PAF i.e School of Aeronautics of the Pakistan Air Force. I had a chance to study this subject there. This School is in PAF Korangi Creek of Karachi till now.

It was 1970. Just I joined there for my Basic training. There were students of Iranian Air Force, Libyan Air Force. Saudi Air Force, Iraqi Air Force, trainees of Pakistan Army Aviation and Engineers of Pakistan Plant Protection department and we PAF recruits. There parade was ‘namka wasta’ i.e. for name shake. In the evening there was PT as usual. Aeronautical Engineering and Avionics Engineering both were tough subjects. There in the School of Electronics Avionics subjects were taught. In Korangi Creek also there was a college where officers of Engineering branch were taught and each was awarded Bsc Engineering Degree most probably from Karachi University and airmen after ‘Advanced’ training in SOA and SOE Diploma of Associate Engineering certificate was given that was recognized by the PTEB.

Once in the class room an instructor asked the Question to the class, “What is an aircraft”. That was the time when instructors in the Military institutions Herbert’s five stages methods had to use. There were no power point and also there were so easy projector systems as now. So, instructors had to learn first then entered the class for teaching. Since CI sometimes kept sitting in the hind of the class, the instructor tried to follow method they were taught in their IT course properly .So, he asked the question to the class first. Then most probably he pointed me to answer. This also was according to method. Now I cannot surely say was the instructor was Flt. Sgt. Iqbal or Sgt. Shafi or Sgt. Rashid. They were my instructor in the SOA. My answer was flying related something what he did not like. So he told, “well every one, open your khata (exercise book) and take note, an aircraft is a machine which is designed to fly.”

Later our lesson progressed. We were supplied précis. We had to study. In the library we had opportunity study in due time. In the class room we had to maintain our attention all the time. Instructors used to draw figures or charts in the black board. We had to take note. Now in the defense institutes there is power point or any other projection systems but I do not think now for full class time they utilize that projection systems. According to method for a period certain portion of the time that can be utilized or five stages methods cannot be followed in specified time of 40 minutes or 60 minutes etc. By showing lessons in the over head projectors for whole the class period teacher can pass time and also students lose attention. Because for effective learning, we know, specialist told to utilize all the five senses. Look, listen, smell, touch, do are required for learning. Modern methods emerged for effective learning but it does not mean that prescribed the teachers to avoid familiar method of teaching. For a teacher just entering the class room with a soft ware and put to machine for projection is never suggested in IT. The teacher who are very experienced and know the subject well they may permitted to do so for refreshers level of learners but in no way for the beginners.

Five stages methods suggests, for a teacher following five stages method is obligatory. They are:

  1. Preparation
  2. Presentation
  3. Application
  4. Confirmation
  5. Revision

These I may explain those in other day. New instructors are requested to study books on the ‘Method of Teaching’ subject. In the method following established methods should be utilized:

  1. Lecture
  2. Dictation
  3. Demonstration
  4. Exercise
  5. Lesson

In the Lesson method rest four methods are included to plan Herbart’s five stages method. In the method Power point or other projectors may be utilized for portion of the period.

 

However, how a teacher will teach it is his matter and the policy of the Institutes but I like to tell you something about aircrafts.

 

We were taught primarily aircrafts are two types.

  1. Aero-state. They are lighter than aircrafts.
  2. Aero-dyne. They are heavier than aircrafts.

 

Again Aero- state is two types.

 

  1. Non- guided. Examples: Balloons (free), Kite balloons (used for commercial advertisement) etc.
  2. Powered. Example: Air ship, Zeppelin etc.

Aero-dynes are two types:

  1. Non-conventional. Examples: Ornithopters, Gliders, Sail plane, Flying boats, Sea planes, Amphibians etc.

  2. Conventional.

Conventional aircrafts are two types:

  1. Aero planes. Example: Passenger aircrafts, Military aircrafts etc.

  2. Rotary wing aircrafts: Gyro craft, Helicopter, Convertiplanes (in convertiplane aircraft propellers are converted to rotors displacing its position for vertical takeoff and landing. For level flight rotors again are made propellers by displacing position.) etc.

Passenger aircrafts may be supersonic and subsonic type. Fighter aircrafts may be Hypersonic, Supersonic, and subsonic etc types. Supersonic passenger aircrafts are not yet successful so are not in use. Concorde was banned after few flights. Construction of a successful hypersonic military air craft’s is under research by NASA.

Aero planes again may be divided as:

  1. Conventional wings.

  2. VTOL (vertical takeoff and landing).

  3. STOL (short takeoff and landing).

Names of the few parts of an aircraft are as follows:

  1. Airframe.

  2. Power plant/ Engine

  3. Fuselage.

  4. Wing.

  5. Tail.

  6. Rudder.

  7. Elevator.

  8. Fin.

  9. Aileron.

  10. Nacelle.

  11. Alighting Gear.

  12. Cowling.

Each Fuselage has three section:

  1. Front section.

  2. Center section.

  3. Tail section.

In the aircrafts now a day’s various types of engines are used. They are as follows:

  1. Piston engine (various types).

  2. Jet engine (various Types).

  3. Rocket engine (in high speed aircraft for special use).

  4. Solar engine (in light aircraft under research).

  5. Electric engine (in light aircraft under research).

Here I am not going to explain none of the above because if you are students you will learn more in your institutes but if you are not students this is enough for you. Now I shall tell you the story of my knowledge of Helicopter.

It was August 1971. I was posted to PAF Sargodha after my Basic training in SOA, PAF Korangi creek. There manning control send me to rescue squadron. In that squadron I had work in the KAMAN H-43 B Helicopter where I was given a familiarization course of the helicopter. In PAF and all Air forces to work in a certain aircraft unit used to give above course. I am having interesting story of getting chance in a cross country flight over Sargodha by that Helicopter. Other interesting event was Group Captain Thappa (most probably Golam Haider, if I am not forgotten) was doing flying training in that aircraft. Thappa might be his family name or name given by the airmen of PAF base Sargodha. Its cause was he was very discipline minded Base commander. He was interested make each one of his base disciplined like him. While he saw even from his flag car someone in shabby dress or outsmarts movement he stopped and checked. Once it happened with me also. Once in my duty time due to some reason I was walking by the way of Fighter F-104 squadron. Suddenly they flag car stopped by me and from the car someone called me. I ran hastily, I was in proper attention position before him. So, he was in laughing mood. I answered his questions also in smiling face. Suddenly I heard a hard voice, “why are you laughing?” I answered in low voice, “as you are laughing, sir!” I heard another voice, “my face is like this!” The car left the place. However he did not put me on charge. Later I discussed the matter in the barrack, one of my roommates told, “Usko shekol aisha hai.”(His face is like this).

During the solo flight of the Base commander his landing was not accurate. So, he landed over the tail boom of the Helicopter. Its result was tail boom made by glass fiber broke. For practice flying for such big man like him ‘Saat khoon maph’ i.e everything was excuse. We the technicians ran to replace Brocken booms. This is the story of my working in the Helicopter. But story of my teaching of Helicopter is as follows. In Bangladesh ‘Aeronautical Institute of Bangladesh’ (AIB) is only Institute of this kind that is CAAB approved. In my retired life I am a full time writer in a project of Dr. Shah Abdur Rahim of Bangladesh Open University. Principal of AIB knew my back ground of aeronautical teaching. In May 2014, there was a Helicopter course. As I often visit there, its Principal Engineer Akmol Hossain told, “if you can take Tandem Helicopter and Helicopter vibration class I may allow you to take a class.” “Take preparation I will be in your class.” Accordingly I took preparation. I know such chance to take class is limited in Bangladesh. So, to inform you about Helicopter I added following few lines:

We knew that Helicopter is a type of an aircraft. It flies by the aerodynamic reaction of its rotor blades. Other factors are also there. Zones of Helicopter are as follows:

  1. Main Rotor Hub and blade assembly.

  2. Tail Rotor Hub and blade assembly.

  3. Forward top deck.

  4. Power plant.

  5. Aft top deck.

  6. Tail boom.

  7. Cabin interior.

  8. Forward Fuselage.

  9. Aft Fuselage.

  10. Landing gear.

According to rotor arrangements Helicopters are as follows:

  1. Single rotor helicopter (have a main rotor and a tail rotor).

  2. Counter rotating rotor crafts.

Counter rotating rotor crafts are as follows:

  1. Tandem rotors: Have two rotors one mounted behind of the other.

  2. Co-axial rotors: Have two rotors mounted one above the other on the same axis.

  3. Intermeshing rotors: Have two rotors mounted close to each other at a sufficient angle to let the rotor intermesh over the top of the helicopter.

  4. Transverse rotors: It is seen in the tilt rotor. Some early types helicopters used it. In this type a pair of rotor is mounted at each end of a wing type structure or the outrigger.

Helicopter is very complex types of aircraft. For its flight not only rotors movements but also its Disc loadings (ratio of the weight to the total main rotor disc area, and is determined by dividing the total helicopter weight by the helicopter disc area.) , Coriolis effect (the tendency of rotor blade to increase or decrease its velocity in its plane of rotation when the center of mass moves closure or further from the axis of rotation, Torque effect, Gyroscopic precession (an inherent quality of rotating bodies, which causes an applied force to be manifested 90 degrees in the direction of rotation from the point where the force is applied.), Settling with power (is condition of power flight where the helicopter settles into its own downwash. The condition may also be referred to as a vortex ring state), various loads like other aircrafts etc to be considered. Said loads are as follows:

  1. Stress.

  2. Compression.

  3. Twisting/ Torsion.

  4. Shear.

  5. Bending.

  6. Hoop stress.

  7. Metal fatigue.

For the beginners above is enough. When you as new students will start learning or impart lesson of the subject as a teacher you will have to know more. But I like to tell something about Vibration. It is shiver of any body. In case of Helicopter it is shiver to complete helicopter for which accident may also occur even. Vibration i.e. bouncing of the helicopter up and down is caused by a blade when that is out of track. In helicopter vertical vibration i.e. movement up and down or vertical is experienced time to time. So, when you will have chance to learn more you will have to know about Blades i.e. every characteristics of its parts as Blade Tip, Blade Track, Blade Tracking, Blade Twist, Blade Coning, Blade Feathering, Blade Flap, Blade Grip, Blade lead or lag etc everything. Wish the best.

Long ago I left the defense force. Now I am an old man. I will be happy if above story help you.