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AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL NOTES OF A CELEBRATED LEG SPINNER/ ALL ROUNDER AND FORMER CAPTAIN OF PAKISTAN CRICKET TEAM

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Trade is the tradition of Holy Prophet (PBUH).  You are the master of your own business. Contrary to a service, you open or close your shop at will. ABDUL QADIR

I used to visit Mewa market daily. First of all I would take breakfast. Then I would purchase different kinds of fruit after a thorough examination of quality and quantity from business point of view. I would sell these fruit out in my mohallah. I learnt market skill in a few days and I was able to bring in four to five rupees without much trouble. There was a huge difference between my old income and current one (from one rupee daily to five rupees daily). Trade is the tradition of Holy Prophet (PBUH).  You are the master of your own business. Contrary to a service, you open or close your shop at will. After getting good market experience, I made experiments of selling corn and sweet potato. Soon I was able to increase my profit. I got most of my profit from selling corn down the main road. I enjoyed roasting corn on the embers. I would blow the air with hand fan to the corn on the embers.  I would hand over the corn after roasting to the customer. One of the incidents of that time is unforgettable for me. I was selling dates on my cot (chorpoy), used as my stall. A wandering hen was disturbing me a lot. It was using the below area of cot as its wandering place. I tried to propel it off but in vain. I had a tennis racket type stick which I would use to keep the flies away. I hit the hen very hard with my stick and it died  on the spot. I felt sorry for the same.  I showed my repentance and sought forgiveness from God. The memory of its unwanted death still saddens me.

I sold all types of fruit on my vending shop and then changed my business. Now I started selling Aaloo choley(spicy boiled potato with chickpeas). I earned profit in that business too. Soon I got inclined on selling Gola (ice candy) which also became a source of profit for me. Then occurred Eid Milad un Nabi (Birthday of Holy Prophet-PBUH). I made a vending shop of crackers and fireworks. Vending business was started in a large, flat but wooden bowl. It was filled with different items of fireworks and light crackers. There was a candle burning in the middle of the bowl. It facilitated the customers to use their purchased items. The boys would purchase the firework items and I would help them in use. I passed hours in this practice. The other day, a boy came, purchased choha(firework) and asked me to use it. I showed flame and it blasted in my hand. It was dropped on the other firework items. It caused to add flame to all the fireworks and the people saw a free display of firework that night. It was a joyous fire show for other at the cost of my livelihood. Soon it reduced to ashes. I watched it from beginning to end. The wooden bowl was burnt too. I left the scene and went to Bussa who ran a milk shop. I ordered him to serve doodh-jaleebi(boiled, warm milk with sweet). I took relish of his hot-selling delicious barfi too. Bussa tried to lessen my grief by uttering formal words. However, he was surprised on my behavior. I told him that I was adding the bill of my refreshment in my loss. He smiled at my logic. After that incident, I did different small businesses but avoided fireworks.

My next business contained the unforgettable event of my life. Ashfaq was one of my fast friends in my locality. His father Sufi Sharif had taught me Holy Quran. Ashfaq used to deal in Lal ‘Imli’ (Tamarind) in my mohallah. His shop was situated just before my Aaloo choley vending shop. His was a preference over my business. Especially, the females were fond of eating ‘Imli’ from his shop. His ‘‘Imli’’ would be consumed in a couple of hours. I would observe his show daily. The making process of ‘lal Imli’ was a mysterious for me. I enquired Ashfaq about the making but he was clever enough and did not let me know the recipe. He apprehended that lest I should start ‘lal Imli’ business too. At this I resolved to have knowledge about the recipe.

The other day, a boy came, purchased choha(firework) and asked me to use it. I showed flame and it blasted in my hand. It was dropped on the other firework items. It caused to add flame to all the fireworks and the people saw a free display of firework that night. It was a joyous fire show for other at the cost of my livelihood. Soon it reduced to ashes. I watched it from beginning to end. The wooden bowl was burnt too. I left the scene and went to Bussa who ran a milk shop. I ordered him to serve doodh-jaleebi(boiled, warm milk with sweet). I took relish of his hot-selling delicious barfi too.

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