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My village

My village

Chak number 87 GB
“Baba de beer”
Faisalabad District, Punjab, Pakistan.
(In the mirror of Past & Present)

Written by Dr. Azhar Ahmad Gulzar

Chak No. *87 GB*, an ancient village in Faisalabad District, Punjab Province, Pakistan, has gained historical significance in the sense that a memorable contemporary figure who migrated from the state of Kapoor Thala (India) has made this village famous and enduring. What is granted? People know this great personality of world literature, great creator, poet and intellectual by the name of Noor Muhammad Noor Kapoor Thalavi. This village is commonly known as “Baba Di Beer”. Its original name is “Robertabad” which may have been named after a British deputy commissioner by the settlers of that time but since ten square feet of land here is dedicated to the Sikh Gurdwara Baba Di Beer. That is why this village is also popularly known as Baba Di Beer.
There are still a number of famous Sikh gurdwaras named after Baba de Beer, one is in Sialkot and the other being the oldest in East Punjab at Sultanpur Lodhi in the state of Kapoor Thala. According to Sikh history, Baba Guru Nanak, while ashnan on the banks of the river Ben Siah, placed his toothpick on a berry tree, which over time grew into a tenacious berry tree and The Sikhs built a gurdwara in the name of Bir Sahib. Where even today the people of Sikh Dharma go for pilgrimage and many wealthy Sikhs had dedicated several plots of land in the name of the Gurdwara for the care of that Gurdwara.
Ten square feet of land in Chuck No. 87 GB (Via Djikot) is also a part of the same tradition. Baba de Beer’s total land area is 37 square meters. The village is located in the tehsil and district of Faisalabad, about 25 km south of Faisalabad (Lyallpur). At the time of formation of Pakistan, these villages were attached to Satiana police station but a few years ago it was attached to Djikot police station. It is a matter of pride that there is less public contact with the police station as there are no serious crimes in this village.
At one time there were four orchards around the village and only four raw ponds in which the ancient four and a half acre mango orchard of the late Sarpanch Chaudhry Muhammad Bakhsh was the identity of the village. There was a time when all kinds of fruits were grown in this historic garden. Peaches, locusts, sangtra, jams, lemons, citrus, kachnar, various types of mangoes, dates, bananas, etc. were produced in abundance. The garden was notable and famous in the surrounding villages for its fertility and beauty. People from far and wide used to come here to buy different kinds of fruits. This ancient garden of Chaudhry Muhammad Bakhsh was known as “Bhai Ka Bagh”. The late Chaudhry Muhammad Bakhsh was a benefactor of public service and public welfare. That is why people of all ages, young and old, used to address him as “Bhai Aba”. Most of the ancient mango and berry plants have lost their connection with history, but we still have a few old plants on which The fruit looks very small. The village now has three ponds and an old garden, but a few new ones have come into being. There were three old wells in the village, the existence of which has become a thing of the past. In the middle of the village was a huge well between the four bazaars, at the temple of which the village elders used to gather in the evening in the form of a chopal. This village well has also lost its connection with history due to its unusability.
Before the partition of India, the village was owned by only three landowners. The villages were considered ideal because of their cleanliness. Due to the lush gardens, there was no sign of dust and pollution in the air. In addition to the gardens, large banyan, papyrus, palm, plum and berry trees were common in the villages, where the village children sat in the cool shade and relaxed in the hot summer sun. They now have only one poplar and three large banyan trees.
The population of the villages was small because the landowners often lived in the city outside the villages and their landlords arranged their lands. Now its total population is about one thousand. When the migrants settled here in 1947, there was not even a sign of bean and thor in the village lands. Crops like wheat, gram, sugarcane, rice, cotton, sorghum, millet and maize, etc., were grown with great inflation, but gradually these lands fell prey to beans and sorghum due to the negligence and carelessness of the Anhar department. This village is located on a hill. Therefore, canals are generally prone to water shortages. This way the water stays closed for a long time. Due to which the crops are dried up and the farmers are not rewarded for their hard work. However, the lands of the villages are still producing crops from various crops where the beauty of nature is seen to be flourishing. Of the earth clothed with rags of wheat
The villages have a middle school for girls and a primary school for boys. Due to the paved roads in the villages, the transport is active till late at night. To reach Faisalabad city, one has to go to Djikot via paved road. Similarly, the same road runs from Chak 86 GB Grala to Satiana town and the other road from Balochwala to Roshanwali Jhal. The network of communication roads in the villages has reduced the distances. The provision of electricity in the villages has brought it to the right. In this way, the electric lights have turned the darkness of night into daylight. Pur, Blocki, Chorasi, Thandi, Malomaman, Khanwana are located and most of these villages are irrigated by the Gogira branch of the canal.
Some time ago, the villages were provided with modern facility through (microwave) telephone exchange and it was connected to Samanabad Exchange in Faisalabad. Up to Faisalabad was considered a local call. After this a new exchange came into existence and modern telephone facility was introduced in the villages through PTCL. In this happiness, many villagers made connections in their homes which were later limited to a few houses due to inflation. Internet and cable services are now commonplace, benefiting everyone.
The villages are numbered three. The majority of the village population is Rajputs. In the villages, according to 15 bones, an annual Urs is held on June 29 in the name of Syed Khair Shah Qadri. Devotees show their devotion by attending in large numbers. In addition to this remarkable Urs, there are many other fairs in the villages. These include the festivals of Baba Shadi Khan and Baba Dhake Shah.
Chak No. 87 GB, Baba Di Beer, although on the road to development, is still deprived of many basic amenities. These include post office, bank, government dispensary, strengthening of raw ponds, elimination of piles of rubbish and dirt on the sides of roads, strengthening and upgrading of walls of boys’ schools and daily shortage of canal water. The problem is at the top of the list.
Among other wells, there was a well in the village in the area of ​​the ancient garden of Chaudhry Muhammad Bakhsh which was filled with fresh water from Rajaba (skin) every third or fourth day.
The tradition of wells for drinking water and irrigating crops was centuries old. There have always been ways to draw water from wells. Because in many places the water was very high and the wells were dug a little. When did Mile Wells become common in India? No idea but the fact is that for the last several hundred years it has become common to irrigate crops. There must have been four or six wells in every small and big village, especially in areas where the ground water was high. Walking wells were very popular. There were wells and small wells for drinking water in pandas, towns and cities. They were spinning and roasting.
Writter (Izhar Ahmad Gulzar) in his childhood has seen women, girls and children lined up in the evenings on the lawn of the garden of the late Chaudhry Muhammad Bakhsh in his village with great enthusiasm and discipline. The water was pumped out through “lodges”, “buckets” or “buckets”. “Lodge” was usually made of muscle, cotton or apple. In those days, women, girls and peasants used to gather to draw water from wells. Bari (wari) was kept to fill the water. Gradually hand taps became common in homes and wells became deserted. Carrying one or two jugs on their heads with their friends, someone would be laughing and smiling in the rows pressed in the dock and this longing would be awakening in the heart of someone who was terrified.
Don’t let your luck get in the way!
In the old Indian society, a common place in the pandas and towns was also a chhapar (raw pond). The huts met great needs. Their water was used for drinking cattle, bathing buffaloes, washing clothes and covering mud houses with its soil. On the one hand, the need for soil was met for the construction of the pond and on the other hand, the need for animals was also met from the pond. In addition to making mud bricks, the walls of the huts were covered with mud. For young children, these ponds were also swimming pools of their time. This is where small children learn to swim.
In my village (87 GB, Baba Di Beer), two of the four huts still exist. Two greedy people have taken over and built their own houses. In the same way, a few unscrupulous people are slowly taking possession of the big Chappar adjoining (Girls Middle School) by pouring mud in it and thus more than half of the Chappar has been taken over by the Mafia.
Blacksmith shop
In my village (Baba Di Beer), after the establishment of Pakistan, when the settlement took place, there was a blacksmith’s shop. In modern technology, tractors were among the first farming machines in the country. Therefore, the first injury hit the blacksmith’s shop and the plowing work was reduced. The blacksmith’s shop had the status of a workshop for tools used in Wahi Beji (farming). The landlords and other villagers used to go to the same shop to sharpen the chandelier, sharpen the axes, toke, rambe and axes. The blacksmith’s shop used to be crowded and noisy with the landlords doing their work from last afternoon (afternoon) to evening. After the advent of tractors and tube wells, the shop also came to an end.
Khoras were also used in the villages to grind flour. Where flour was made by grinding grain with oxen. Gradually, engine-powered mills became commonplace. Then, as time progressed, the same thing began to be done with electricity. In my village (Baba di Beer) there was a big Khuras mason Lal Din Lohar who was stationed in the middle of the village. The rapid pace of time has also locked Khuras in the windows of the past.
Cobbler’s shop
There was also a cobbler’s shop in one of the places where people used to go to work before evening. Barkat Ali Mochi used to decorate the shop in the evening on the floor of his house and his fallen elders would flourish who would breathe a sigh of relief along with the words of the world. From shoe repairs to “Nari”, “Vadhari”, “Talhara” and all kinds of shoes, people kept coming and going. Now the store is also affected by the new changes. Demand for this specialty has grown significantly as a result of recent corporate scandals. People flock to the city to buy expensive and high quality shoes.
Hakim’s shop
حکیم /علاج معالجہ
There was only one shop in Baba Di Beer for all kinds of treatment where patients were treated by indigenous methods. At that time there was not so much material race and people did not believe in money as God. This was the reason why Hakeem Mohammad Afzal Khan, a friend of the people with a broken heart, always treated the people of his villages and neighboring villages as worship. Hakeem Sahib used to carry prescriptions of indigenous herbs in a bundle on his bicycle all his life and would devote all his energies to save a patient without any greed. If someone did some service, then fine, otherwise sometimes Hakeem Sahib would have to serve the poor patient on his behalf. Was very soft. He believed that to love mankind was to love God. Many poor patients get free treatment from it Used to He used to say that when the Holy Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) was asked about the definition of religion, he said: Khan remained committed all his life. At the time of his death, he had a bicycle, a bundle of some medicines, with which he was at the forefront of serving the people. Now where are the people of such nature …?
Wheel چرخہ
Before the industrial age, in one form or another, there has been a wheel in every corner of the world. For a long time this has been considered a very invaluable item in the culture and civilization of Punjab. Wheel spinning was considered an essential attribute for every young girl. Charkha was also given on the occasion of daughters’ weddings. In Tarnjan, the girls spun the wheel and sang songs of joy. That is why it has been mentioned in our folk poetry, such as “Jogi came down to the mountains and listened to the sound of the wheel”. Shah Hussain and Balha Shah have explained the codes of knowledge through their coffees. Shah Hussain says:
Gham Charkhariya Gham! How many of you live, how many live tubes
Charkha Bole Sai Sai Baid Bole Toon
The colorful and varied fabrication of the machines has reduced the work of the weavers as well as the spinning of the yarn, but the social fabric of women’s lives that was woven from the beaten wheel has also been reduced. Is tired May Allah have mercy on our father (the late Rana Muhammad Gulzar Khan) who kept a colorful spinning wheel decorated with glass in his house just to keep his civilization alive. I haven’t seen my mother spinning the wheel, but with a passion and love to keep this dusty culture alive, I have seen her regularly cleaning and decorating it on a high place. These changes are happening all the time in every society but some There are also changes that move a civilization from one side to the other.
People’s thinking, usage patterns and colors changed. The things that have been used for centuries and their names are becoming foreign due to the changes that have taken place in the structure of houses over time. It was a common practice to make roofs in the rooms of the houses which are now obsolete. Now their place has been taken by the iron fist. Today the needs of the people have also increased and so has their appearance.
There were many chopals in the villages in which the chopals of Chaudhry Majeed Khan and Chaudhry Mahanga Khan used to flourish at three o’clock in the afternoon. Where two or four people were always present, but when the time came in the afternoon, the number of elders would increase. People of all ages used to gather at Baba Mahanga’s camp and talk openly about politics as well as all kinds of things. Baba Adalat, Taya Noor, Dilawar, Aziz Mota, Mandh Khan, Khurshid Khan, Bheke Khan, Ali Bakhsh and so many elders talking about the world under the old banyan tree on big beds, it seems like this little bit of life summit. C has come to the place.
Jamia Masjid Noor-e-Madina

In Baba Di Beer, a beautiful and elegant “Jamia Masjid Noor-e-Madina” has been built in the memory of Noor Muhammad Noor Kapoor Thalvi, the creator and great poet of Urdu and Punjabi, who was predeceased by his sons Rana Iftikhar Ahmad. Major Dr. Mohammad Aslam and Captain Mohammad Akram have built it with great love and respect which is becoming a source of forgiveness and reward for them. Despite all these weaknesses and deprivations, even today my village 87 GB (Baba Di Bair) Thanks to its healthy environment and beautiful scenery, it is a beautiful source of nature. The bustling colors of the city, the bright lights of culture on the chessboard of civilization are just a sight to behold from afar. These rays that fall on the path of life and those who walk in the shadow of these rays are such a bitter reality that it makes the mind feel suffocated. Thoughts come together as if the strings of an instrument were broken and merged into countless tiny circles. So whatever your own There is a desire for a spread of ideas, for which he must turn to my village, whose two-way road, the swaying rows of fields, the crops as far as the eye can see, create a pleasant expanse of twisted thoughts. There is a wonderful atmosphere in the fresh air that blends with the spirit and makes the artificial and colorful life of the city stale. This is my village wherever you look, you will see beautiful views of nature waiting for you. The rays of the sun, playing with the ears of wheat, clothed in clusters of wheat, express the wealth of the earth. The golden land in the form of wheat, passing through a footpath between the fields, gives me a sense of my greatness and superiority. Do There is a wonderful atmosphere in the fresh air that blends with the spirit and makes the artificial and colorful life of the city stale. This is my village wherever you look, you will see beautiful views of nature waiting for you. The rays of the sun, playing with the ears of wheat, clothed in clusters of wheat, express the wealth of the earth. The golden land in the form of wheat, passing through a footpath between the fields, gives me a sense of my greatness and superiority. Do There is a wonderful atmosphere in the fresh air that blends with the spirit and makes the artificial and colorful life of the city stale. This is my village wherever you look, you will see beautiful views of nature waiting for you. The rays of the sun, playing with the ears of wheat, clothed in clusters of wheat, express the wealth of the earth. The golden land in the form of wheat, passing through a footpath between the fields, gives me a sense of my greatness and superiority.
The sincerity of the people of my village 87 GB Baba Di Berke is a valuable thing. Meet him, welcome him with a smile on his face. Everyone talks like known friends. Respect has a profound effect on speech. Their words are a mirror of heartfelt truths. In my village (Baba di Beer) there is sincerity and simplicity. The landlords of my villages are hardworking, accustomed to hard work and physical well-being, and these simple farmers work all day in the heat and cold to enhance the image of the country. The bent stalks of their crops, the ripe hairs and the sun-drenched orchards bring joy to every home.
May this village of mine prosper, progress and prosper and take the form of an ideal and beautiful village of the world and the people here do not face any kind of trouble and hardship.۔۔

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