Baithak: Cultures & Colors of Pakistan.
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Pir of Manki Sharif
Amin ul-Hasanat (19231960), better known as the Pir of Manki Sharif, was an Islamic religious leader in the North-West Frontier Province of India (after 1947, Pakistan) during the mid twentieth century.
Hasanat joined the Muslim League and was notable for his campaigning role in the referendum that saw the NWFP become part of Pakistan rather than India. He was known as Fateh-e-Refrendum by 1945.
Soon after joining the All-India Muslim League in 1945, Hasanat toured the NWFP to win support for the Muslim League. He invited Muslim League leader Mohammad Ali Jinnah to tour the Province. In one of Jinnahs letters to Hasanat, he promised that sharia law would be applied to the affairs of the Muslim community. On October 1, 1945, Hasanat organized a historic meeting of the Ulema and Mashaikh at Peshawar, which passed resolutions expressing full loyalty with the Muslim League and reposing complete confidence in Jinnah's leadership.
Hasanat was active in campaigning for the Muslim League in the referendum held in NWFP in 1947, which decided the accession of the NWFP to Pakistan. He retired from politics in 1955 and died in a road accident on January 28, 1960.
Amin ul-Hasanat (19231960), better known as the Pir of Manki Sharif, was an Islamic religious leader in the North-West Frontier Province of India (after 1947, Pakistan) during the mid twentieth century.
Hasanat joined the Muslim League and was notable for his campaigning role in the referendum that saw the NWFP become part of Pakistan rather than India. He was known as Fateh-e-Refrendum by 1945.
Soon after joining the All-India Muslim League in 1945, Hasanat toured the NWFP to win support for the Muslim League. He invited Muslim League leader Mohammad Ali Jinnah to tour the Province. In one of Jinnahs letters to Hasanat, he promised that sharia law would be applied to the affairs of the Muslim community. On October 1, 1945, Hasanat organized a historic meeting of the Ulema and Mashaikh at Peshawar, which passed resolutions expressing full loyalty with the Muslim League and reposing complete confidence in Jinnah's leadership.
Hasanat was active in campaigning for the Muslim League in the referendum held in NWFP in 1947, which decided the accession of the NWFP to Pakistan. He retired from politics in 1955 and died in a road accident on January 28, 1960.
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Nice to read about Palay khan here
But not nice to read about faqir of IPI...lol
But not nice to read about faqir of IPI...lol
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So the answer is to engage such people in this conversation that we are a " PAKISTANI NATION " and not Punjabis, Pathans, Sindhis and Balochis. These are our people and it is our duty as Pakistanis to educate them and bring them in the fold of Pakistani Nationalism. I believe that any Pakistani has the right to live in any part of Pakistan. I am from Karachi and I believe any Pakistani has an inherent right to live in Karachi if they choose to make their residence in Karachi.
The people you quoted are ignorant people but fortunately people like that are a minority and we have to give them a reason to be nationalist.I think we should be the people with the bigger heart and not respond to this kind of ignorance by reacting in kind.
I do understand your frustration but we are evolving as a Pakistani Nation, albeit somewhat slowly.
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I am sorry, but Sher shah Suri was Indian . Born in Bihar died in Jharkhand.
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The more you repress something, the more will it be its tendency to burst out. It's a simple rule of nature. Understand that. As I said people have had this regional identities long long before they acquired this national identity. Asking them to forego or supress their regional identity because some random XYZ guy feels insecure in their expression is both stupid and dangerous. It is not the guy who has pride in his regional identity should change, its the guy who is insecure who has to change.
Ofcourse this is all based on the assumption that people value their national identity as much. And as far as I have seen this monkey guy, he feels proud of his pakistani identity as well. So why dont you people cut him some slack ?
Man is a social animal and its within him to identity himself as a part of a group. And its also funny to see you preaching these things when I guess you had pride in your Islamic identity. How is that any different from this guy having pride in his ethnic identity ?
No..you are no one to decide that. It depends on the individual.
That is your insecurity speaking.
Again that is your insecurity speaking.You are fearful of people taking pride in their ethnic identity because of Bangladesh. But then you must understand that Bangladesh happened precissely because of this insecurity and attempt at forced homogenization, namely imposition of Urdu on a population that spoke Bengali. If you guys had allowed them that basic choice of language, who knows they might be still East Pakistan. The fact that you guys have not learned from the misadventure should concern you.
In the late 50s and early 60s Indians govt tried to impose Hindi on the non-Hindi speaking states in order to further national integration. Now you can udnerstand the need behind that. Unlike Pakistan which was more homogenous as compared to India and a single religious nation, India was multi-ethnic, multi religious country. But immediately protests broke out all over India, and they were especially violent in my state Tamil Nadu. Then the Govt understood the seriousness of the situation and rescinded the idea and English was made the official lang as a compromise. Now my state is one of the most prosperous, developed state and one which has sent many martyrs to defend the nation. By allowing a small compromise the national integration was not damaged, rather it was made stronger by making us Tamils feel, ok we respect your identity as well and it would be safe within this republic. But when you start repressing people's regional identities to conform with the unitary identity there is more chance than not, that it will explode as it did in Bengal.
That's because of entirely different grounds primarily they did not want to join Pk in the first place and were forced into it by Jinnah.
As I said, taking pride in your regional identity need not mean it assumes greater importance than your national identity. Both can co-exist happily assuming equal significance. It is not impossible and India is a living example of that.
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Ahh...so much paranoia in this thread 
EDIT: and now the Indians are hijacking the thread..
EDIT: and now the Indians are hijacking the thread..
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Interesting point. I have seen Monkey saying Indian pathans are not pure, but mixed blood, still it did not stop him from staking a claim over Sher Shah Suri.
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The Donkey Warrior... 
Khota Qabar lies on the Karakoram Highway about 60 miles north of Islamabad and 7 miles short of Abbottabad. It is precisely where the road starts climbing into the mountains of Mansehra and onwards into the picturesque Kaghan valley and the Northern Areas. It is a place where truck drivers coming up from the planes stopped to cool their engines and top up the radiators with cold water from a nearby stream to ready their vehicles for the climb ahead. Because of the presence of truck drivers a couple of khokha restaurants have sprouted at this spot and are doing a thriving business.
It is so small a place that you wont find it on any map of Pakistan. However, to one's pleasant surprise, a Google search turned up the following information on Khota Qabar or Khote di Qabar: latitude 34.09; longitude 73.17; elevation 3,251 feet.
The story begins, of all the places, in Rai Breilley, a town in present day Uttar Pardesh, India (renowned for being the constituency of Nehru-Gandhi family), and ends in the mountains of Balakot, a town in the far North of Pakistan.
It is the story of a man named Syed Ahmed. He was born in Rai Brailey in 1786. He was a deeply religious man. His life mission was to usher in, once again, the glorious Islamic past. He wanted to establish an Islamic state on the pattern of the early caliphate, first, in the subcontinent and then, possibly, in the rest of the world. To achieve this he decided to wage a jihad against the infidels who ruled the subcontinent then. Thus, he became one of the earliest, if not the first, native ****** of the subcontinent.
This was the time when the Mughal rule in India had virtually ceased to exist. The Mughal Empire stretched barely beyond the modern city of Delhi. The dominant powers of the time were the British Empire, represented by the East India Company, which controlled most of the Northern India, the Marhatta Empire to the south, the Sikh Empire in the North-West and Kashmir, and hundreds of minor kings, maharajas and Nawabs in various parts of the land.
Syed Ahmed understood that it was not feasible to fight the British. They were better organized, better equipped and in firm control of most of Northern India. He, therefore, decided to emigrate to what is today NWFP in Pakistan and wage a jihad from there. After beating the Sikhs in the NWFP and Kashmir, he imagined, he could then take on the British.
His choice of NWFP as a launching pad for jihad was based on the assumptions that it was predominantly a Muslim area bordering on another Muslim state, Afghanistan; that its people had a reputation of being good warriors and that they were unhappy with the Sikh rule and ready to take up arms against them.
Armed with these assumptions and total faith in his mission and trust in God, Syed Ahmed and his devotees left their homes and families (Syed Sahib left behind his two wives) and embarked on a difficult and circuitous journey to Peshawar via Sindh, Quetta, Qandhar and Kabul. Among his companions was also Shah Ismail, a grandson of Shah Waliullah of Delhi.
After reaching Peshawar, Syed Sahib tried to enter into alliances with the local chiefs and khans, often unreliable, to gain their support for his Jihad. He managed to raise an army of mujahideen who engaged in a few skirmishes with the Sikhs and also launched nighttime raids on a few towns, notably AkoRa Khattak and Hazro. But these skirmishes and raids did not yield any strategic gains.
Most narratives on the subject, at least the ones I have perused, even though rich in trivia, are incoherent and terribly confusing. Cutting through the web of confusion, however, one finds that Syed Ahmed Brelvi, moving from place to place for 4-5 years in the Frontier province turned up at Balakot sometime in the first quarter of 1831. He was 46. In the process he also acquired a third wife, a young woman from Chitral, named Fatima.
Syed Sahibs strategy was to defeat the Sikhs at Balakot and then march on to Kashmir next door. His starry-eyed optimism is evident from one of his last letters he wrote to the Nawab of Tonk in India, who, as a gesture of support and sympathy, was housing Syed Sahibs two wives as guests on his estate. The letter was written on 25 April 1831 (translation and paraphrasing is mine):
I am in the mountains of Pakhli (name of the area). The people here have welcomed us with warmth and hospitality and have given us a place to stay. They have also promised to support us in the jihad. For the time being I am camped in the town of Balakot, which is located in the Kunhar pass. The army of the infidels [kuffars] is camped not too far from us. Since Balakot is located at a secure place (surrounded by hills and bounded by the river), God willing, the infidels will not be able to reach us. Of course, we may choose to advance and enter into a battle at our own initiative. And this we intend to do in the next two or three days. With the help of God, we will be victorious. If we win this battle, and, God willing, we will, then we will occupy all the land alongside the Jehlum River including the kingdom of Kashmir. Please pray, day and night, for our victory.
Obviously, Syed Sahib believed in and greatly relied upon divine help and miracles.
Hari Singh was the governor of Kashmir and NWFP at the time, representing Maharaja Ranjit Singh who sat in Lahore. He was a clever and ruthless administrator. His forces under the command of Sher Singh lay in wait for the mujahideen at Muzaffarabad. Their contingents had already moved to occupy the hilltop, known as Mitti Kot, overlooking the town of Balakot.
Syed Sahib, in his plans, expected the Sikhs to come down from their perch at Mitti Kot and attack the mujahideen. He, therefore, had the paddy fields, which lay between the town and the hills, flooded hoping that the advancing Sikhs would get mired in them and the Mujahideen could then pick them like sitting ducks literally. But the Sikhs had their own plans. They did not move and waited, instead, for the mujahideen to make the first move.
The mujahideen obliged on May 6, 1831. It was a Friday. A bizarre incident occurred that morning that precipitated the battle. While the mujahideen were still having breakfast and, at the same time, keeping a wary eye on the movement of the enemy at Mitti Kot, one of them, Syed Chiragh Ali from Patiala, suddenly expressed a desire to eat kheer (rice pudding).
Since kheer was not on the menu that morning, Chiragh Ali fetched the necessary wherewithal and set about preparing kheer for himself. (It sounds bizarre, but as the Punjabi saying goes: shouq da koi mul naeen or fulfilling a whim has no price nor a time.)
While Chiragh Ali was stirring the pot and nervously looking at the Sikhs on the hilltop, something came over him and he shouted, There! I see a beautiful hoor (houri) dressed in red. She is calling me! He threw away the ladle with which he was stirring the pot, and declared that he would eat only from the hands of the hoor. With this announcement he charged headlong at the hill, shouting Allah-o-Akbar. It all happened so suddenly that before anyone could realize what was happening, Chiragh Ali was in the middle of the paddy fields, struggling to run successfully in the mud. The Sikhs who must have been watching the scene with some amusement picked him in the sights of their rifles and shot him dead in the mud. According to the narrative, Syed Chiragh Ali was the first martyr of the battle of Balakot.
What followed the shooting was total chaos and confusion. Syed Sahib, abandoning his earlier plan, ordered his men to attack. The mujahideen rushed forward and they, too, got mired in the muddy fields. The Sikhs then made their move. In a battle that lasted most of the day, amidst shouts of Allah-o-Akbar and Wahe guruji ka khalsa, wahe guruji ki fateh, Syed Ahmed and Shah Ismail were killed along with many mujahideen. The number of dead mujahideen varies, depending on the source one uses, from 300 to 1300. Whatever the numbers, however, the mujahideen had met their Waterloo at Balakot.
Nearly two centuries later, on October 6, 2005, an earthquake measuring 7.6 on the Richter scale shook and flattened the town of Balakot. Miraculously, however, it spared the graves of Syed Ahmed Shaheed and Shah Ismail Shaheed. Perhaps, as a reminder that miracles do happen but one cannot rely upon them!
What about Khota Qabar? Why was Khota Qabar so named?
On their way to Balkot the mujahideen camped somewhere near present day Abbottabad. The Sikhs, in order to choke the mujahideens supply lines, posted troops on the hills overlooking the road that led through a gorge to Abbottabad. The mujahideen, sensing the risk of sending convoys through the gorge, cleverly, hired the services of a donkey without a handler to carry their supplies. Yes. Just one donkey.
Even though the donkey has, for some reason, become a metaphor of stupidity in our part of the world, it is not stupid. One of the unique traits of the donkey is that once he carries a load to a destination he memorizes the route and does not need the help of a handler to go back to where he came from. Just a light kick in the back sends him trudging quietly to his destination. So, unknown to the Sikhs, this dutiful donkey trudged back and forth in the darkness of night carrying supplies to the mujhideen.
It wasnt long before the Sikhs found out who the secret courier was. They shot him dead one night when he was carrying a load of goods through the gorge. The mujahideen mourned the loss of the donkey and honored him by burying him respectfully in a grave. The place came to be known as Khota Qabar. The grave may not have survived but the name did. Only a couple of years ago someone decided to change the name to Muslimabad!
But the people in the area still know the place by its old name. And so does Google!
The little stone heap on top of the hill is the Grave of the Donkey
Khota Qabar lies on the Karakoram Highway about 60 miles north of Islamabad and 7 miles short of Abbottabad. It is precisely where the road starts climbing into the mountains of Mansehra and onwards into the picturesque Kaghan valley and the Northern Areas. It is a place where truck drivers coming up from the planes stopped to cool their engines and top up the radiators with cold water from a nearby stream to ready their vehicles for the climb ahead. Because of the presence of truck drivers a couple of khokha restaurants have sprouted at this spot and are doing a thriving business.
It is so small a place that you wont find it on any map of Pakistan. However, to one's pleasant surprise, a Google search turned up the following information on Khota Qabar or Khote di Qabar: latitude 34.09; longitude 73.17; elevation 3,251 feet.
The story begins, of all the places, in Rai Breilley, a town in present day Uttar Pardesh, India (renowned for being the constituency of Nehru-Gandhi family), and ends in the mountains of Balakot, a town in the far North of Pakistan.
It is the story of a man named Syed Ahmed. He was born in Rai Brailey in 1786. He was a deeply religious man. His life mission was to usher in, once again, the glorious Islamic past. He wanted to establish an Islamic state on the pattern of the early caliphate, first, in the subcontinent and then, possibly, in the rest of the world. To achieve this he decided to wage a jihad against the infidels who ruled the subcontinent then. Thus, he became one of the earliest, if not the first, native ****** of the subcontinent.
This was the time when the Mughal rule in India had virtually ceased to exist. The Mughal Empire stretched barely beyond the modern city of Delhi. The dominant powers of the time were the British Empire, represented by the East India Company, which controlled most of the Northern India, the Marhatta Empire to the south, the Sikh Empire in the North-West and Kashmir, and hundreds of minor kings, maharajas and Nawabs in various parts of the land.
Syed Ahmed understood that it was not feasible to fight the British. They were better organized, better equipped and in firm control of most of Northern India. He, therefore, decided to emigrate to what is today NWFP in Pakistan and wage a jihad from there. After beating the Sikhs in the NWFP and Kashmir, he imagined, he could then take on the British.
His choice of NWFP as a launching pad for jihad was based on the assumptions that it was predominantly a Muslim area bordering on another Muslim state, Afghanistan; that its people had a reputation of being good warriors and that they were unhappy with the Sikh rule and ready to take up arms against them.
Armed with these assumptions and total faith in his mission and trust in God, Syed Ahmed and his devotees left their homes and families (Syed Sahib left behind his two wives) and embarked on a difficult and circuitous journey to Peshawar via Sindh, Quetta, Qandhar and Kabul. Among his companions was also Shah Ismail, a grandson of Shah Waliullah of Delhi.
After reaching Peshawar, Syed Sahib tried to enter into alliances with the local chiefs and khans, often unreliable, to gain their support for his Jihad. He managed to raise an army of mujahideen who engaged in a few skirmishes with the Sikhs and also launched nighttime raids on a few towns, notably AkoRa Khattak and Hazro. But these skirmishes and raids did not yield any strategic gains.
Most narratives on the subject, at least the ones I have perused, even though rich in trivia, are incoherent and terribly confusing. Cutting through the web of confusion, however, one finds that Syed Ahmed Brelvi, moving from place to place for 4-5 years in the Frontier province turned up at Balakot sometime in the first quarter of 1831. He was 46. In the process he also acquired a third wife, a young woman from Chitral, named Fatima.
Syed Sahibs strategy was to defeat the Sikhs at Balakot and then march on to Kashmir next door. His starry-eyed optimism is evident from one of his last letters he wrote to the Nawab of Tonk in India, who, as a gesture of support and sympathy, was housing Syed Sahibs two wives as guests on his estate. The letter was written on 25 April 1831 (translation and paraphrasing is mine):
I am in the mountains of Pakhli (name of the area). The people here have welcomed us with warmth and hospitality and have given us a place to stay. They have also promised to support us in the jihad. For the time being I am camped in the town of Balakot, which is located in the Kunhar pass. The army of the infidels [kuffars] is camped not too far from us. Since Balakot is located at a secure place (surrounded by hills and bounded by the river), God willing, the infidels will not be able to reach us. Of course, we may choose to advance and enter into a battle at our own initiative. And this we intend to do in the next two or three days. With the help of God, we will be victorious. If we win this battle, and, God willing, we will, then we will occupy all the land alongside the Jehlum River including the kingdom of Kashmir. Please pray, day and night, for our victory.
Obviously, Syed Sahib believed in and greatly relied upon divine help and miracles.
Hari Singh was the governor of Kashmir and NWFP at the time, representing Maharaja Ranjit Singh who sat in Lahore. He was a clever and ruthless administrator. His forces under the command of Sher Singh lay in wait for the mujahideen at Muzaffarabad. Their contingents had already moved to occupy the hilltop, known as Mitti Kot, overlooking the town of Balakot.
Syed Sahib, in his plans, expected the Sikhs to come down from their perch at Mitti Kot and attack the mujahideen. He, therefore, had the paddy fields, which lay between the town and the hills, flooded hoping that the advancing Sikhs would get mired in them and the Mujahideen could then pick them like sitting ducks literally. But the Sikhs had their own plans. They did not move and waited, instead, for the mujahideen to make the first move.
The mujahideen obliged on May 6, 1831. It was a Friday. A bizarre incident occurred that morning that precipitated the battle. While the mujahideen were still having breakfast and, at the same time, keeping a wary eye on the movement of the enemy at Mitti Kot, one of them, Syed Chiragh Ali from Patiala, suddenly expressed a desire to eat kheer (rice pudding).
Since kheer was not on the menu that morning, Chiragh Ali fetched the necessary wherewithal and set about preparing kheer for himself. (It sounds bizarre, but as the Punjabi saying goes: shouq da koi mul naeen or fulfilling a whim has no price nor a time.)
While Chiragh Ali was stirring the pot and nervously looking at the Sikhs on the hilltop, something came over him and he shouted, There! I see a beautiful hoor (houri) dressed in red. She is calling me! He threw away the ladle with which he was stirring the pot, and declared that he would eat only from the hands of the hoor. With this announcement he charged headlong at the hill, shouting Allah-o-Akbar. It all happened so suddenly that before anyone could realize what was happening, Chiragh Ali was in the middle of the paddy fields, struggling to run successfully in the mud. The Sikhs who must have been watching the scene with some amusement picked him in the sights of their rifles and shot him dead in the mud. According to the narrative, Syed Chiragh Ali was the first martyr of the battle of Balakot.
What followed the shooting was total chaos and confusion. Syed Sahib, abandoning his earlier plan, ordered his men to attack. The mujahideen rushed forward and they, too, got mired in the muddy fields. The Sikhs then made their move. In a battle that lasted most of the day, amidst shouts of Allah-o-Akbar and Wahe guruji ka khalsa, wahe guruji ki fateh, Syed Ahmed and Shah Ismail were killed along with many mujahideen. The number of dead mujahideen varies, depending on the source one uses, from 300 to 1300. Whatever the numbers, however, the mujahideen had met their Waterloo at Balakot.
Nearly two centuries later, on October 6, 2005, an earthquake measuring 7.6 on the Richter scale shook and flattened the town of Balakot. Miraculously, however, it spared the graves of Syed Ahmed Shaheed and Shah Ismail Shaheed. Perhaps, as a reminder that miracles do happen but one cannot rely upon them!
What about Khota Qabar? Why was Khota Qabar so named?
On their way to Balkot the mujahideen camped somewhere near present day Abbottabad. The Sikhs, in order to choke the mujahideens supply lines, posted troops on the hills overlooking the road that led through a gorge to Abbottabad. The mujahideen, sensing the risk of sending convoys through the gorge, cleverly, hired the services of a donkey without a handler to carry their supplies. Yes. Just one donkey.
Even though the donkey has, for some reason, become a metaphor of stupidity in our part of the world, it is not stupid. One of the unique traits of the donkey is that once he carries a load to a destination he memorizes the route and does not need the help of a handler to go back to where he came from. Just a light kick in the back sends him trudging quietly to his destination. So, unknown to the Sikhs, this dutiful donkey trudged back and forth in the darkness of night carrying supplies to the mujhideen.
It wasnt long before the Sikhs found out who the secret courier was. They shot him dead one night when he was carrying a load of goods through the gorge. The mujahideen mourned the loss of the donkey and honored him by burying him respectfully in a grave. The place came to be known as Khota Qabar. The grave may not have survived but the name did. Only a couple of years ago someone decided to change the name to Muslimabad!
But the people in the area still know the place by its old name. And so does Google!
The little stone heap on top of the hill is the Grave of the Donkey
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yaar tum log doosra thread kholo aur wahaan per sher shah ko claim ker lo...
Most Pakistanis are unaware of Indian ethnic dynamics and ethnic divide so wont be able to reply to you guys and no point in engaging us in an ethnic discussion when we haven't got a clue about you guys...
A separate thread about Indian ethnic dynamics and friction will help....
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Actually I believe the the birth place does not decide who he is..but his actual actions in respecting the local culture. In that criteria too Sher Shah would be an Indian..As far as I've read, I have seen nothing but positive reviews about him..not one negative.. Can say he was a model ruler.
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I didn't talk about ethnicity . I just said Sher Shah Suri is Indian . Anyway i am out of here.
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Bach Christian Hospital Qalander abad Mansehra.
Bach Christian Hospital opened in 1956 in the town of Qalandarabad, 6 miles from the city center of Abbottabad, where many of the hospital staff reside. Started by U.S. physicians, Bach is supported by The Evangelical Alliance Mission (TEAM), a Wheaton, Ill., group.
The hospital is in the village of Qalandarabad, population several hundred, located three hours north of Islamabad in Pakistan's NorthWest Frontier Province. The village is on an ancient silk route which connected China and Europe in former times. The area is predominantly agrarian and mountainous, with quite warm summer weather warm and occasional snow in the winter.
Bach Christian hospital is a 60 bed hospital with a large out-patient clinic. It is in a semi-rural location, caring for a wide variety of patients with a focus on Obstetric and General Surgical care.
Bach Christian hospital is a 60 bed hospital..
The Hospital is mainly a Christian Mission and has its own Church..each patient room has a Bible in the corner shelf and patients get regular visits from Missionaries preaching them Christianity.
Many times a female patient dies while giving birth and nobody comes forward to claim the baby.In that case the Church takes care of the baby and the baby is raised as a Christian regardless of the religion of the mother..
In winter months when it snows on the mountains,many villages get cut off from the valleys of Abbottabad and Mansehra. People who get ill and need medical attention have to be carried down to the valley by a combined effort of villagers,often on a "Charpaee" on their shoulders.
During winters Bach Hospital's volunteering Doctors and medical staff sets up special camps in far,difficult to reach villages.The Missionary medical staff work under challenging conditions and provide free medical care.
many times local people get impressed by their work and approach them inquiring about Christianity.If a person shows sufficient interest,he or she is handed over to a cardinal for teaching Christianity.many Muslims have converted to Christianity impressed by the work of Bach Hospital's medical team during winters..
the hospital Gets Funding and staff from USA and Europe,and has been operating since 1956 without any incident of terrorism.
Dr.Thomas a visiting American Missionary Doctor at Bach Hospital. (First on right)
Bach Hospital's Church
Inside View of the Church..locals at the front and you can see some Foreigners at the back
Hospital staff
Outside View of the Hospital with some Locals
A missionary Doctor with Hospital Security
Hospital staff families and some local children
Bach Christian Hospital opened in 1956 in the town of Qalandarabad, 6 miles from the city center of Abbottabad, where many of the hospital staff reside. Started by U.S. physicians, Bach is supported by The Evangelical Alliance Mission (TEAM), a Wheaton, Ill., group.
The hospital is in the village of Qalandarabad, population several hundred, located three hours north of Islamabad in Pakistan's NorthWest Frontier Province. The village is on an ancient silk route which connected China and Europe in former times. The area is predominantly agrarian and mountainous, with quite warm summer weather warm and occasional snow in the winter.
Bach Christian hospital is a 60 bed hospital with a large out-patient clinic. It is in a semi-rural location, caring for a wide variety of patients with a focus on Obstetric and General Surgical care.
Bach Christian hospital is a 60 bed hospital..
The Hospital is mainly a Christian Mission and has its own Church..each patient room has a Bible in the corner shelf and patients get regular visits from Missionaries preaching them Christianity.
Many times a female patient dies while giving birth and nobody comes forward to claim the baby.In that case the Church takes care of the baby and the baby is raised as a Christian regardless of the religion of the mother..
In winter months when it snows on the mountains,many villages get cut off from the valleys of Abbottabad and Mansehra. People who get ill and need medical attention have to be carried down to the valley by a combined effort of villagers,often on a "Charpaee" on their shoulders.
During winters Bach Hospital's volunteering Doctors and medical staff sets up special camps in far,difficult to reach villages.The Missionary medical staff work under challenging conditions and provide free medical care.
many times local people get impressed by their work and approach them inquiring about Christianity.If a person shows sufficient interest,he or she is handed over to a cardinal for teaching Christianity.many Muslims have converted to Christianity impressed by the work of Bach Hospital's medical team during winters..
the hospital Gets Funding and staff from USA and Europe,and has been operating since 1956 without any incident of terrorism.
Dr.Thomas a visiting American Missionary Doctor at Bach Hospital. (First on right)
Bach Hospital's Church
Inside View of the Church..locals at the front and you can see some Foreigners at the back
Hospital staff
Outside View of the Hospital with some Locals
A missionary Doctor with Hospital Security
Hospital staff families and some local children
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