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The Gatherer

by Pervez Hoodbhoy
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Courtesy of Nigar Ahmad’s family

Remembering Nigar

What you and I are today we cannot be tomorrow. And, yet, how long does it take to return to yesterday? For me, the blink of an eye was enough to see beyond the Nigar who lay before me in the intensive care unit—asleep and still breathing peacefully but prepared for her final exit—and to instead see the Nigar that I once knew. Overwhelmed, I kissed her hands and feet, and left quickly lest the nurses notice the excess moisture in my eyes.

The Nigar I flashed back to was not the Nigar of the Women’s Action Forum or of Aurat Foundation or after she eventually “mainstreamed.” Instead it was of the early 1970s, perhaps 10 years earlier than any of these. That’s when she was a real fighter. Lean, wiry and beautiful, her determined face spoke of an upper class young woman in her late 20s in open revolt. Freshly returned to Pakistan after her B.A. from Cambridge, she was determined to fight the very system that had so privileged her but, at the same time, was monstrously cruel, unjust, and oppressive for the ordinary and the poor—and, of course, crooked to its very core.

My first encounter with Nigar was in October 1973 at Islamabad University (later renamed Quaid-e-Azam University). There she had been a lecturer for around two years, teaching Marxist economics. At 23, I had graduated from MIT to join the university’s physics department, and had just arrived from Karachi on campus with a small suitcase. The university gave me accommodation in Boys Hostel No. 1, but this didn’t work out well. My host, the hostel’s warden, was also a university teacher. He regularly used the university’s ambulance in the evenings for gallivanting around Islamabad (then a small town). Around dinner time he would join up with the warden of Hostel No. 2. Together they would lewdly remark on the girls of Hostel No. 3 and snicker away, all of which I could not avoid seeing and hearing, and hating. A week later I found myself out on the street.

That’s when Nigar took me into her house, a large spacious bungalow with a guest room in F-6/2, Islamabad, where she lived with her parents and sister Shehnaz or Munni Behan. Remarkably, this happened upon our very first meeting—a chance one—at the university’s khokhas, where Faheem Hussain and I had just sat down for tea and Nigar walked by. Faheem introduced me as a new physics colleague who had arrived a week earlier.

Faheem, who died in 2009 of cancer, was a physicist who had returned from the University of Chicago around 1967. Married to Jane Steinfels, he was a colorful, exuberant man fully immersed in the outstanding political causes of the times—protesting against the Pakistan Army’s actions in East Pakistan, secretly raising resources for Baloch insurgents fighting the Zulfikar Ali Bhutto regime, and building up a labor movement in Pakistan.

Nigar was in awe of Faheem. A mere hint from him that a comrade needed shelter was enough. And so I stayed at her house for something like 10 days until I could move elsewhere. Her impeccably dressed, well-heeled parents were polite to me but they must have been somewhat embarrassed to have as guest a disheveled, bearded young man with shaved upper lip who wore only shalwar kameez and chappals—one who unwittingly fitted the appearance of a Jamaat-e-Islami worker.

In those days the university’s vice-chancellor was a phony progressive, steeped in corruption, and given to whimsical decisions. Appointed by Bhutto, she had in her all her political boss’s deviance, authoritarianism, and vengefulness. Nigar, as a member of the university’s syndicate, led the charge against her. Trudging from department to department, she made friends and allies, and compiled a dossier of the V.C.’s misdeeds. Nigar succeeded in getting elected as the president of the Academic Staff Association in spite of the administration’s interference. Eventually the V.C. was fired, but only after Bhutto’s grip on power had somewhat weakened. The “White Paper” by Nigar and her associates served as the basis for the V.C.’s removal.

From the time of our initial introductions, it took but a couple of weeks before a group of university teachers and students, and others outside as well, gelled around Faheem and Jane. The goal: socialist revolution. Work was cut out for different members; some were to organize workers inside and outside trade unions and others to the countryside to raise consciousness among peasants. Nigar and others were assigned the task of creating a women’s group that would support trade union workers. This frequently required persuading the wives of workers that their husbands, who were often threatened with abductions and punishments by the establishment, were actually revolutionary heroes.

With time and experience, the women’s group decided that it was more important to engage with working women in local bastis than to preach socialism. I think this is how Nigar found her real calling—the need to reach out and change the lives of those women who were forced by circumstance to be poor, illiterate, and subservient. Toward this goal she eventually created a nucleus of dedicated young workers, mostly educated and middle class women, who sought to change the culture of female oppression. In Nighat Said Khan, who had also joined the university for some time, she found a kindred spirit dedicated to changing the culture of female oppression. The pair was always to be found together.

The women whose lives Nigar had touched cannot forget her. Naveen Nayyar, who worked closely with Nigar in the bastis, recalls her awe at Nigar’s determination, confidence, and demeanor: “I wanted to be everything that Nigar was—to dress like her, to speak like her, to be her. I learned from her why fighting for women’s rights is so important.” Hajra Ahmad reminisces about Nigar’s brave spirit of defiance, good humor, and cheerfulness even in the face of adversity.

My story must stop here, incomplete and well short of the times when Nigar did the things she will be actually remembered for. In 1975, I left to do my Ph.D. and returned three years later. By this time Bhutto was being prepared for the noose, and his Pakistan People’s Party goons who earlier on had been our adversaries were on the run. The dark clouds of dictatorship had begun to gather, ominous portents for the 11 terrible years ahead. The crackdown that soon came either crushed all political activities, or drove them underground.

By now Nigar had fallen in love with and married Tariq Siddiqi, a decent man high in the civil service. Tariq was politically and socially conservative, despised leftist politics and did not much like her socialist friends. But to her credit—and his easygoing nature—she managed to keep older friendships alive, even if things could no longer be as they once had been. This remarkable woman of courage, intelligence and warmth did much more than I can indicate, or even know of. Now it is for her other friends to continue this story.

Hoodbhoy is professor of physics and mathematics at Forman Christian College University, Lahore.

From our March 11 – 18, 2017, issue.

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Aly Alp-Ercelan April 1, 2017 - 1:56 pm

Great photo of a beautiful person. Readers will understand why so many fell in love with Nigar Ahmad

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Hijazi syed April 4, 2017 - 5:07 pm

In February 1973, I entered Economics Department Islamabad University (Now Quaid-e-Azam University as MSc Economics first semester student. Department was full of vibrant young faculty members, Ms Nigar Ahmed, Aly Alp Ercelawn, Ijaz Nabi, Ehtesham, Anjum Naseem and some seniors like Mangla, Dr Nasim, and Dr. Zafar Vance. Coming from Peshawar the department was not less than one of MIT departments. We were scared, nervous and were thinking of going back to our comfort zones when Madam Nigar Ahmed came to our class with her course of Development Economics. Her polite caring and supportive conversation made us feel at home for the first time and we postponed exodus. Department also gave us a message that we are amongst socialist minded faculty, though we were staunch opponents of socialism, Nigar Ahmed was open advocate of it, and we listened to her thoughts in class with or without agreement and discussed later in hostels. But despite our aversion to socialist thinking she was convincing at many occasions.
On Eid day, we were in hostel preparing for post Eid exam, engrossed in our books when the guard came to inform us that a young lady wants to meet us. We went out and to our surprise dressed nicely madam Nigar was there with sweets and food for all of us to celebrate Eid. She remembered us on Eid, it was an amazing experience. She sat with us for some time, boosted our moral, shared her tough times of education in UK and then left for home but left behind deep imprints of respect, and gratitude. And from there madam Nigar was introduced to our families too.
Our class fellow Mr. Abid Saeed (late & former DIG Police) once said, “No doubt she knows her subject”. Economics department at University was a special place in university, 43 of us joined. In second year, I was elected as member university senate, Madam Nigar introduced me to the chairman and welcomed my political position. It was first socialist and Islamist alliance against politically dominated university administration. Later in the final semester when I was arrested by the than government and sent to Rawalpindi jail for about three weeks she helped me condone my absence to save my semester.
Going through our career path we kept calling on her from time to time, Mr. Tariq Siddiqui, and her sons were always very pleasant to meet. When I was Vice Chancellor University of Central Punjab I called her to invite to university as a guest speaker but she declined and said her health does not allow her to come over. She is so live in our memories.

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Iftikhar Malik April 5, 2017 - 12:51 am

Nigar, QAU and Some these Memories:
I came to know of Nigar in September 1973 when I joined the then University of Islamabad (now the QAU), and being one of the founding members of History Department in the footsteps of Professors AH Dani and Waheeduzzaman, we moved from an older block to join Economics in our expanding Faculty of Social Sciences. Soon I came to know all the economists including Inayat Mangla, Ali Ercelawn, Zafar Vance, and Ejaz Nabi. Hussein Mullick was still in Bonn preparing to get back to his native Bhaun. I left for Michigan to do my PhD in 1974 and on my return four years later found Nigar as active as ever before. Hussein and Vance, by now, would have their interesting escapades while Mangla had already decided to stay on in the U.S. I never understood Faheem’s politics since we were resisting Ziaism and expected our colleagues from Physics and Economics to join the ranks. Even when the QAU was slapped with a special ordinance doing away with its representative bodies with ZIa calling it “an abode of cancer”, these colleagues would not turn up for our months-long defiance. We would hold classes outside the class rooms and a few times, given some inside information, even prepared our backpacks since the regime planned to arrest some of us. I was quite disappointed since our three colleagues– Tariq Ahsan, Mohammad Saleem and Jameel Omar– had already been picked up by the military intelligence and we, from the QAU’s Academic Staff Association had been spearheading their cases. Instead, ironically, some of our colleagues in natural sciences wanted the regime to close down social sciences (except Economics) viewing them as luxury in Pakistan, though it is a different thing that most of them have become public intellectuals and now dilate and pontificate on those very societal issues. In the 1990s, Faheem and I met up in Oxford again and I still couldn’t figure out his politics. He had already moved to Germany and I did not like to ask him about his absence from that enduring anti-Zia defiance that we had carried on at the QAU in the mid-80s. Several years later, Nigar and Siddiqi visited Oxford and stayed with us for a few days. Their son, subsequently, got admission at St. Antony’s and moved on. We never met again but then heard of her illness and now of her sad demise. Nigar was a dynamic lady and a courageous soul with dissent steeped in her person. Will be deeply missed by her family, friends, colleagues and students. Iftikhar H Malik.

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