Fallout Of My Imprisonment

Threats to my father

Meeting in Karachi Central Jail Drawing Room

My father used to visit me almost every week. Our meetings in Hyderabad were horrible as we would meet across strong fence, allowing us to just about shake hands at the most. But here in Karachi jail, we would meet in a room and we would call it as drawing room. We would hug each other, sit together for as long as we would like to, over a cup of tea and some biscuits, for which we would pay to the jail staff. In one of such meetings, my father told me:

“My son; I didn’t want to tell you but the amount of pressure they are putting on me, is becoming unbearable for me. I am being pressurized by the establishment to prevail upon you to dissociate yourself from student’s political activities. They have also threatened me that if you don’t do so, it will have ripples on my professional carrier.” 

Threats to my father

My father’s disclosure of government threats fell upon me like a bomb. I had almost gone into a shock that they could stoop so low and punish my father for none of his fault. At that point in time, my father was posted in Larkana as sub-divisional magistrate.  This was upsetting news for me, which I shared with my friend Morai.

“Morai dear; You are fully aware that I have never been the part of any politics. And if I am here today, it is also not because I wanted to participate in hunger strike. I am not here by design but I am here by accident. This is getting on my nerves now. I can do anything for you and for the cause of students, but certainly not at the cost of my father being dragged into it. I cannot withstand it any more. Please help me.” 

Planning to release

By now we were in jail for almost about three months which was quite a time for students like us to remain behind bars and to be away from their academic activities. Morai suggested to me that I should tell the jail authorities to be released. The condition for our release was that we de-linked ourselves from ongoing students’ agitation. After weighing all pros and cons, I decided that enough was enough, and I went to the jailor and told him the whole story. He placed a paper before me to sign as a token of my dissociation from students’ movement. 

Agreement for my release

I signed this paper and I was immediately released from the jail amid touchy scenes of saying adieux to my friends.  Deep down in my heart, I was feeling guilty for quitting the students’ movement.  But that is what the life is all about.  You cannot have a cake and eat too.

Threats to my father

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