I was born on October 2, 1926. My mother died when I was 8 days old. My father remarried. I had a stepmother and a difficult childhood. I had an inclination towards Medi-cine but my father decided (as used to be the case in those days) that I should do a B.Sc. (Hons.) in Chemistry followed by a Master’s in Chemical Engineering. He had a pharmaceutical company in Lahore, which expanded during World War-II. He wanted me to work in this fac-tory. The partition of the country witnessed an unexpec-ted mass migration. We came out with just our shirts and trousers. The final year of my education was in ‘Camp’ facilities in Delhi. I obtained first division nonetheless in the final exam in 1948. During the following two years, one had to fend for on...
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S M A Rashidul Hasan (1932-1971) had his early education at the historic Bhabta Azizia Madrasah in t...
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The creative work in this thesis is a hybrid memoir-biography, A First Class Man. It draws on my fat...
The loss of a father for many will often spark not just fury, anger and loss, but invite a calling. ...
Abstract Looking back at one point of life appears as a nice exercise to round out and summarize. Ho...
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Telegram from C. Walder Parke to his family in Cleveland assuring them that he is well. Parke had ju...
Over the past four years, I have stolen time from my academic and media work to put together a memoi...
on March 22, 2010. He was the fourth of five sons of a mining engineer and a housewife. His family c...
I dedicate this thesis to my loving parents and family. My father was an ordinary worker in Pakistan...
I was born in the district village of Cilimus, a little mountainous place in the residency of Cirebo...
Growing up with the view of a university, it has always been Muhammad Nur Amirul Faiz Mohd Norafizd ...
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Telegram from C. Walder Parke to his family wishing them a happy Mother's Day. Parke was in Stone, E...
S M A Rashidul Hasan (1932-1971) had his early education at the historic Bhabta Azizia Madrasah in t...
Do you feel me? Sometimes I go throughout the day thinking that everything is just as it should be a...
In memoriam: Jay Govind was raised in Durban, South Africa. He graduated with a degree in Medicine f...
The creative work in this thesis is a hybrid memoir-biography, A First Class Man. It draws on my fat...
The loss of a father for many will often spark not just fury, anger and loss, but invite a calling. ...
Abstract Looking back at one point of life appears as a nice exercise to round out and summarize. Ho...
KUANTAN: The successes achieved by his parents has inspired Hussein Al-Faiz Mohamed Ahmed Hafez to w...
Telegram from C. Walder Parke to his family in Cleveland assuring them that he is well. Parke had ju...
Over the past four years, I have stolen time from my academic and media work to put together a memoi...
on March 22, 2010. He was the fourth of five sons of a mining engineer and a housewife. His family c...
I dedicate this thesis to my loving parents and family. My father was an ordinary worker in Pakistan...
I was born in the district village of Cilimus, a little mountainous place in the residency of Cirebo...
Growing up with the view of a university, it has always been Muhammad Nur Amirul Faiz Mohd Norafizd ...
25 Years of Pastoral Life in Bihar Saji Augustine I am a fortunate pastor in the outskirts of Bihar...
Telegram from C. Walder Parke to his family wishing them a happy Mother's Day. Parke was in Stone, E...
S M A Rashidul Hasan (1932-1971) had his early education at the historic Bhabta Azizia Madrasah in t...
Do you feel me? Sometimes I go throughout the day thinking that everything is just as it should be a...