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The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years
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Ayesha Bibi fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan (Photo: AFP)
Dhudial:
Now aged in her 90s, Ayesha Bibi doesn't remember her real name, who her father was or much about her hometown in Myanmar.

What she does remember is that in the 1940s, as Allied forces fought one of the bloodiest battles of the Second World War, against Japanese forces, she fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan.

Her parents had been buried alive after their house collapsed in bombardments by Japanese forces. Distraught, she left the site and came upon a nearby barracks where she met Sepoy Muzaffar Khan of the British Indian Army, which provided some 2.5 million soldiers for the Allies.

Eventually they married and settled in Dhudial, a village in the heart of Pakistan's breadbasket province of Punjab. Khan died a few weeks ago, ending a love story that began in the chaos of war.

"When my parents died during bombardment and nobody was left in my family, I simply walked into the soldiers' camp and asked Muzzaffar to take me along. Because I trusted him," Bibi, a small sparrow of a woman with papery skin and cloudy blue eyes, said in fluent Punjabi.

"I liked Muzaffar. We initially started communicating in sign language because I didn't know his language."

More than 100,000 women, mostly from across Europe but also Asia Pacific, moved to the US as "GI brides" after the war under a new law for military wives. But marriages within Asia between colonial forces and other subjects of the empire were far less common.

Retired General Abdul Majeed Malik, who joined the British Indian Army in 1939 and later served as a government minister, said such cases were exceptionally unusual.

"I never heard about any brides coming here with soldiers who went for WWII," he told AFP. "If any WWII bride from Burma exists here that is an individual case and I must say the most rare one."
The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years a period which saw both Myanmar, then called Burma, win its independence from Britain in 1948 and the birth of Pakistan in 1947. But in Dhudial time seems almost to have stood still.

Rural life
Arriving a timid young girl, Bibi spent months learning the language and her husband's religion, Islam, among the shimmering fields.

Outside, farmers harvest the golden wheat crop and cattle graze. The tractors roar as they plough the fields around her house and women collect water in a typical rural scene that has been Bibi's life as the wife of a Pakistani farmer for decades.

"Muzzaffar always wanted me to die in his hands. He did not betray me, it's God's order that he has died. It would have been better if I died before him," she sighed, gazing into the yard, bathed in late spring sunshine.

Muzaffar died almost a month ago, leaving the old woman a small landholding and a heart full of sadness. Her family and neighbours believe she won't last long. Because they had no children, the property will be divided among Muzaffar's nephews when after Bibi dies. For now she is living in the house of their nephew Sajid Mehmood, whom they were closest to. And she has no fears about the future.

"I will now die with the orders of God in the hands of these relatives, they have taken care of me well," she said.

Waiting for death
Manzoor Hussain, 75 and oldest nephew of Muzaffar Khan, recalls a happy couple who never quarrelled during their lifetime.

"They loved a lot each other. They lived a very good life, they never quarrelled for whole their life," he said.

"After his death, she was crying a lot: 'Muzaffar Khan, who are you leaving me with? I have nobody here except you'."

Bibi remembers little of her family or her former life. Only that her mother's name was Sita and she lived in a town called Meiktila, where her father had a small grocery shop. She remembers going to a temple with her mother.

Then there was the bombing and their whole neighbourhood was destroyed and many people including her parents died.

"I had left no belongings in Burma. I heard they even killed children. Why should I have gone back there? I asked Muzzaffar to marry again for children, but he never agreed. So this was my fate, our fate. I am happy with it," Bibi said.
 
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The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years
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Ayesha Bibi fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan (Photo: AFP)
Dhudial:
Now aged in her 90s, Ayesha Bibi doesn't remember her real name, who her father was or much about her hometown in Myanmar.

What she does remember is that in the 1940s, as Allied forces fought one of the bloodiest battles of the Second World War, against Japanese forces, she fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan.

Her parents had been buried alive after their house collapsed in bombardments by Japanese forces. Distraught, she left the site and came upon a nearby barracks where she met Sepoy Muzaffar Khan of the British Indian Army, which provided some 2.5 million soldiers for the Allies.

Eventually they married and settled in Dhudial, a village in the heart of Pakistan's breadbasket province of Punjab. Khan died a few weeks ago, ending a love story that began in the chaos of war.

"When my parents died during bombardment and nobody was left in my family, I simply walked into the soldiers' camp and asked Muzzaffar to take me along. Because I trusted him," Bibi, a small sparrow of a woman with papery skin and cloudy blue eyes, said in fluent Punjabi.

"I liked Muzaffar. We initially started communicating in sign language because I didn't know his language."

More than 100,000 women, mostly from across Europe but also Asia Pacific, moved to the US as "GI brides" after the war under a new law for military wives. But marriages within Asia between colonial forces and other subjects of the empire were far less common.

Retired General Abdul Majeed Malik, who joined the British Indian Army in 1939 and later served as a government minister, said such cases were exceptionally unusual.

"I never heard about any brides coming here with soldiers who went for WWII," he told AFP. "If any WWII bride from Burma exists here that is an individual case and I must say the most rare one."
The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years a period which saw both Myanmar, then called Burma, win its independence from Britain in 1948 and the birth of Pakistan in 1947. But in Dhudial time seems almost to have stood still.

Rural life
Arriving a timid young girl, Bibi spent months learning the language and her husband's religion, Islam, among the shimmering fields.

Outside, farmers harvest the golden wheat crop and cattle graze. The tractors roar as they plough the fields around her house and women collect water in a typical rural scene that has been Bibi's life as the wife of a Pakistani farmer for decades.

"Muzzaffar always wanted me to die in his hands. He did not betray me, it's God's order that he has died. It would have been better if I died before him," she sighed, gazing into the yard, bathed in late spring sunshine.

Muzaffar died almost a month ago, leaving the old woman a small landholding and a heart full of sadness. Her family and neighbours believe she won't last long. Because they had no children, the property will be divided among Muzaffar's nephews when after Bibi dies. For now she is living in the house of their nephew Sajid Mehmood, whom they were closest to. And she has no fears about the future.

"I will now die with the orders of God in the hands of these relatives, they have taken care of me well," she said.

Waiting for death
Manzoor Hussain, 75 and oldest nephew of Muzaffar Khan, recalls a happy couple who never quarrelled during their lifetime.

"They loved a lot each other. They lived a very good life, they never quarrelled for whole their life," he said.

"After his death, she was crying a lot: 'Muzaffar Khan, who are you leaving me with? I have nobody here except you'."

Bibi remembers little of her family or her former life. Only that her mother's name was Sita and she lived in a town called Meiktila, where her father had a small grocery shop. She remembers going to a temple with her mother.

Then there was the bombing and their whole neighbourhood was destroyed and many people including her parents died.

"I had left no belongings in Burma. I heard they even killed children. Why should I have gone back there? I asked Muzzaffar to marry again for children, but he never agreed. So this was my fate, our fate. I am happy with it," Bibi said.
so romatic.. :cray:
 
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This is so romantic yet such a tragic story
A love story in the middle of chaos...




P.S:One of my best friends mother is Burmese...

so romatic.. :cray:
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A Pakistani-Burmese love affair from World War II


It was during the Burma Campaign in 1944 when Burmese Independence Army, trained by the Japanese, led initial attacks on the British forces. The Allied forces; British, Chinese and Americans were fighting against the axis powers; forces of the Empire of Japan.

The soldiers from the British side came mostly from British India and amongst the forces was a 20-year-old boy named Muzafar Khan. Hailing from the district of Chakwal in present day Pakistan, he fell in love with a Burmese girl during his tenure in Burma.


The Burmese girl he fell in love with later became his wife and now they live together in a small neighbourhood of Dhudial, a town 43 kilometres south of the Grand Trunk Road on main Mandra-Chakwal Road in the Chakwal district of Punjab.

The tale of their love and how they came to Dhudial revolves around the neighbourhood with slight variations narrated by their relatives, friends and the couple itself.

92-year-old Muzafar is now known as Chacha Kalu in his neighbourhood while Ayesha Bibi who is now 84 is referred to as Mashoo.

The memory of mid-1940s has faded with time and the only truth surviving the two is that they are married with no children and Mashoo left her entire life in Burma to settle in British occupied India.

As I walk through narrow alleys of the neighbourhood, I am asked to enter a small house with a rectangular room that has a wooden sofa on one side and a wooden charpoy on another.
Neighbours and relatives, including men, women and children, start pouring in, followed by Mashoo and Chacha Kalu, both walking with the support of wooden sticks.

Wearing a green shalwar kameez, Mashoo has a wrinkled face, blue eyes and a distinct visage, clearly distinguishing her as someone from the southeast. Chacha Kalu, wearing a simple white dress, a red turban and a thick pair of glasses, just stares at me as they sit in front of me.

“There was an ongoing war in my country when I came here,” says Mashoo.

“The Japanese were fighting in Burma during World War II and I was sent on a mission to combat,” Chacha Kalu begins to narrate.

Mashoo remembers that she grew up in a city called Meiktila, in the center of Burma (Myanmar). “I was a Buddhist and used to go to a Buddhist temple to pray with my mother,” she recalls looking up at the ceiling, as pictures of her past flash in front of her eyes.

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Sitting in the same room, Chacha Kalu’s grand nephews narrate the story that they have heard from their elders.

“Chacha Kalu was young, handsome and was deployed at a barrack in Burma where a young Burmese girl, with long hair and blue eyes would provide food to the soldiers everyday. He fell in love with her.”

Chacha Kalu recollects his memories “She lost all of her family in the war and I brought her along with me to get married”. The chemistry in their relationship is beautiful.


Chacha Kalu has developed a hearing impairment due to age and Mashoo has a visual impairment. She has to speak aloud to talk to him and despite aging significantly, she likes to make him tea.

“I have my own kitchen and he only likes the tea that I make for him,” chuckles Mashoo.

“He provided me a home and family,” she says, pointing at the people inside the room.

“This is my family,” she says.


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One person in the group said: “They never had any children, but we are their children”. A child standing up says, “I clean their dishes”; another one says, “I take care of them by providing water in the house”.

As they all smile with contentment, I am pleased to see the love and affection these people have for each other.

Masho speaks fluent Punjabi, which has become her first language. Having no contacts in Burma at all, she lives with Muzafar in a small old mud house. It is evident that their relatives and neighbours support them in every way.

She converted to Islam when she moved to what was to become Pakistan. She does not remember her previous name that people used to call her by since that was 70 years ago, but Ayesha bibi is the name she chose when she converted and married Muzafar. In the neighbourhood, the children started calling her Maa Aasho (Mother Aasho), which later became Mashoo as a short form.

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One of her neighbours, Mehwish Tariq, recalls her childhood memories with Mashoo. “While growing up, I would go to her house and spend time with her listening to her stories. I would cook for her and she would always treat me as her child. Mashoo is my best friend.”

Mashoo received a new identity, from a Burmese-Buddhist to a Punjabi-Muslim in British occupied India, and later as a Pakistani after partition. But she says that as long as she is living with Muzafar, and in the same neighbourhood, the questions of identity do not matter to her.
 
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P.S:One of my best friends mother is Burmese
love to see it. bro
Mashoo as a short form.

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such a beautiful eye.
blue eye is very rare in burmese race. bro
probably she is a half blood.
A love story in the middle of chaos...




P.S:One of my best friends mother is Burmese...


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A Pakistani-Burmese love affair from World War II


It was during the Burma Campaign in 1944 when Burmese Independence Army, trained by the Japanese, led initial attacks on the British forces. The Allied forces; British, Chinese and Americans were fighting against the axis powers; forces of the Empire of Japan.

The soldiers from the British side came mostly from British India and amongst the forces was a 20-year-old boy named Muzafar Khan. Hailing from the district of Chakwal in present day Pakistan, he fell in love with a Burmese girl during his tenure in Burma.


The Burmese girl he fell in love with later became his wife and now they live together in a small neighbourhood of Dhudial, a town 43 kilometres south of the Grand Trunk Road on main Mandra-Chakwal Road in the Chakwal district of Punjab.

The tale of their love and how they came to Dhudial revolves around the neighbourhood with slight variations narrated by their relatives, friends and the couple itself.

92-year-old Muzafar is now known as Chacha Kalu in his neighbourhood while Ayesha Bibi who is now 84 is referred to as Mashoo.

The memory of mid-1940s has faded with time and the only truth surviving the two is that they are married with no children and Mashoo left her entire life in Burma to settle in British occupied India.

As I walk through narrow alleys of the neighbourhood, I am asked to enter a small house with a rectangular room that has a wooden sofa on one side and a wooden charpoy on another.
Neighbours and relatives, including men, women and children, start pouring in, followed by Mashoo and Chacha Kalu, both walking with the support of wooden sticks.

Wearing a green shalwar kameez, Mashoo has a wrinkled face, blue eyes and a distinct visage, clearly distinguishing her as someone from the southeast. Chacha Kalu, wearing a simple white dress, a red turban and a thick pair of glasses, just stares at me as they sit in front of me.

“There was an ongoing war in my country when I came here,” says Mashoo.

“The Japanese were fighting in Burma during World War II and I was sent on a mission to combat,” Chacha Kalu begins to narrate.

Mashoo remembers that she grew up in a city called Meiktila, in the center of Burma (Myanmar). “I was a Buddhist and used to go to a Buddhist temple to pray with my mother,” she recalls looking up at the ceiling, as pictures of her past flash in front of her eyes.

55376eaca450a.jpg

Sitting in the same room, Chacha Kalu’s grand nephews narrate the story that they have heard from their elders.

“Chacha Kalu was young, handsome and was deployed at a barrack in Burma where a young Burmese girl, with long hair and blue eyes would provide food to the soldiers everyday. He fell in love with her.”

Chacha Kalu recollects his memories “She lost all of her family in the war and I brought her along with me to get married”. The chemistry in their relationship is beautiful.


Chacha Kalu has developed a hearing impairment due to age and Mashoo has a visual impairment. She has to speak aloud to talk to him and despite aging significantly, she likes to make him tea.

“I have my own kitchen and he only likes the tea that I make for him,” chuckles Mashoo.

“He provided me a home and family,” she says, pointing at the people inside the room.

“This is my family,” she says.


55376eb09cad1.jpg

One person in the group said: “They never had any children, but we are their children”. A child standing up says, “I clean their dishes”; another one says, “I take care of them by providing water in the house”.

As they all smile with contentment, I am pleased to see the love and affection these people have for each other.

Masho speaks fluent Punjabi, which has become her first language. Having no contacts in Burma at all, she lives with Muzafar in a small old mud house. It is evident that their relatives and neighbours support them in every way.

She converted to Islam when she moved to what was to become Pakistan. She does not remember her previous name that people used to call her by since that was 70 years ago, but Ayesha bibi is the name she chose when she converted and married Muzafar. In the neighbourhood, the children started calling her Maa Aasho (Mother Aasho), which later became Mashoo as a short form.

55376eb4655a7.jpg

One of her neighbours, Mehwish Tariq, recalls her childhood memories with Mashoo. “While growing up, I would go to her house and spend time with her listening to her stories. I would cook for her and she would always treat me as her child. Mashoo is my best friend.”

Mashoo received a new identity, from a Burmese-Buddhist to a Punjabi-Muslim in British occupied India, and later as a Pakistani after partition. But she says that as long as she is living with Muzafar, and in the same neighbourhood, the questions of identity do not matter to her.
agreed. identity is not important anymore if they love and care each other.
 
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love to see it. bro

such a beautiful eye.
blue eye is very rare in burmese race. bro
probably she is a half blood.

agreed. identity is not important anymore if they love and care each other.
Her eyes seem to have cataract... common in old age.
 
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The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years
hqdefault_2_0_0_0.jpg

Ayesha Bibi fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan (Photo: AFP)
Dhudial:
Now aged in her 90s, Ayesha Bibi doesn't remember her real name, who her father was or much about her hometown in Myanmar.

What she does remember is that in the 1940s, as Allied forces fought one of the bloodiest battles of the Second World War, against Japanese forces, she fell in love at first sight with a soldier from what is now Pakistan.

Her parents had been buried alive after their house collapsed in bombardments by Japanese forces. Distraught, she left the site and came upon a nearby barracks where she met Sepoy Muzaffar Khan of the British Indian Army, which provided some 2.5 million soldiers for the Allies.

Eventually they married and settled in Dhudial, a village in the heart of Pakistan's breadbasket province of Punjab. Khan died a few weeks ago, ending a love story that began in the chaos of war.

"When my parents died during bombardment and nobody was left in my family, I simply walked into the soldiers' camp and asked Muzzaffar to take me along. Because I trusted him," Bibi, a small sparrow of a woman with papery skin and cloudy blue eyes, said in fluent Punjabi.

"I liked Muzaffar. We initially started communicating in sign language because I didn't know his language."

More than 100,000 women, mostly from across Europe but also Asia Pacific, moved to the US as "GI brides" after the war under a new law for military wives. But marriages within Asia between colonial forces and other subjects of the empire were far less common.

Retired General Abdul Majeed Malik, who joined the British Indian Army in 1939 and later served as a government minister, said such cases were exceptionally unusual.

"I never heard about any brides coming here with soldiers who went for WWII," he told AFP. "If any WWII bride from Burma exists here that is an individual case and I must say the most rare one."
The couple's love story spanned more than 70 years a period which saw both Myanmar, then called Burma, win its independence from Britain in 1948 and the birth of Pakistan in 1947. But in Dhudial time seems almost to have stood still.

Rural life
Arriving a timid young girl, Bibi spent months learning the language and her husband's religion, Islam, among the shimmering fields.

Outside, farmers harvest the golden wheat crop and cattle graze. The tractors roar as they plough the fields around her house and women collect water in a typical rural scene that has been Bibi's life as the wife of a Pakistani farmer for decades.

"Muzzaffar always wanted me to die in his hands. He did not betray me, it's God's order that he has died. It would have been better if I died before him," she sighed, gazing into the yard, bathed in late spring sunshine.

Muzaffar died almost a month ago, leaving the old woman a small landholding and a heart full of sadness. Her family and neighbours believe she won't last long. Because they had no children, the property will be divided among Muzaffar's nephews when after Bibi dies. For now she is living in the house of their nephew Sajid Mehmood, whom they were closest to. And she has no fears about the future.

"I will now die with the orders of God in the hands of these relatives, they have taken care of me well," she said.

Waiting for death
Manzoor Hussain, 75 and oldest nephew of Muzaffar Khan, recalls a happy couple who never quarrelled during their lifetime.

"They loved a lot each other. They lived a very good life, they never quarrelled for whole their life," he said.

"After his death, she was crying a lot: 'Muzaffar Khan, who are you leaving me with? I have nobody here except you'."

Bibi remembers little of her family or her former life. Only that her mother's name was Sita and she lived in a town called Meiktila, where her father had a small grocery shop. She remembers going to a temple with her mother.

Then there was the bombing and their whole neighbourhood was destroyed and many people including her parents died.

"I had left no belongings in Burma. I heard they even killed children. Why should I have gone back there? I asked Muzzaffar to marry again for children, but he never agreed. So this was my fate, our fate. I am happy with it," Bibi said.
Interesting story. Why was she from Myanmar?
 
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I asked Muzzaffar to marry again for children, but he never agreed. So this was my fate, our fate. I am happy with it," Bibi said.
What to make of the above line? Was Muzzaffar already married or he refused to marry again to a Pakistani bride for children.
Interesting story. Why was she from Myanmar?
Because she was born in Myanmar.:what:
 
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Its a nice story. Its good she went to the Punjab to live.

What to make of the above line? Was Muzzaffar already married or he refused to marry again to a Pakistani bride for children.

Because she was born in Myanmar.:what:
I thought there was more to it. Nevermind.
 
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Its a nice story. Its good she went to the Punjab to live.


I thought there was more to it. Nevermind.
She was an Indian Bride First since she first came to British India before the partition.:D
 
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