This web page is a result
of yearning I have seen in many people who were born or lived in Pasrur and
who have missed their home town. I have seen brothers gathering in a
warandah in winter or summer and counting the names and number of train stations
between Pasrur and Lahore.
It appeared a futile exercise to me at that time for as a child I was a
silent but keen observer of these longings for Pasrur. I wondered what that
magic place called 'Pasrur' was. I wondered at times if these people
would have been happier had they continued to live in their small village
compared to dazzling life in a large city. These people died without
seeing their homeland again.
The purpose of this web page is to recite their story and for me to relive
the days and nights that these people had lived. Their longings for Pasrur
that they had left even before I was born. It is to give a voice to the
fun and good times they had in Pasrur. It is to narrate their sorrows
at having to leave it. It is to narrate their misery in a new and alien
land. It is to record their triumph over adverse circumstances and
finally to appreciate the sacrifices they were all forced to make for a
better life for their children. This story finally smiles at the good
fortune of the children for the legacy their parents who themselves were
'Children of Pasrur' have left for their children.
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