I was born in Noorpore village, India. We were one of only four families of Muslims in this village, though my forefathers had lived in this part of the Punjab for centuries. where our occupation had always been farming.
We had no malice in our hearts towards our Sikh brothers and did not want to leave our home but we were helpless. It took 28 days to reach Lyallpore in Pakistan. We saw lots of corpses lying on the road but by the grace of Allah nothing happened to us.
In Pakistan we supported ourselves with the little money we had taken with us. The government allocated us mud huts and a little land for cultivation. In 1951 I came to England to join my brother in Huddersfield. There were few Asians there then and jobs were difficult to obtain, so I went to Birmingham, where I shared a house with 22 others.
I managed to secure a job in a factory where pistons were made. The work was heavy but what to do? -- I was used to hard work. My English work mates behaved well to me, helping me to learn the job through a sort of sign language -- as I did not speak English -- and helping me with any difficulty.
I retired from my working life in 1978. I have a large family of sons, daughters and grandchildren and I am very contented and happy.
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