Look what I found,a link on that ever useful website ! And written by Princess
Sarvath herself. It is obviously written for a Pakistani/Indian readership because some of the refrences would only have relevance to them, but still it gives an interesting picture of a man who obviously played an important part in forming Princess Sarvath's character. ( Sorry ! I have absolutely no idea how to makes these pictures smaller. They are much smaller on the website. Please adminstrators, feel free to fiddle)
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[SIZE=-1][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=-1]Outside 10 Downing Street [/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]in 1956-57 around the time
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[SIZE=-1]Pact crises[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=-1]A Tribute to Abba [/SIZE]
By HRH Princess Sarvath El Hassan
as appeared in the SHE Magazine February 2003 issue
[FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=-1]January 15th marked 100 years since my father, Mohammed Ikramullah, was born, in Bhopal, in what were then known as the Central Provinces of India. To many of the younger generation in today's Pakistan, the values of my father, and many of his colleagues, may appear totally alien. Their contribution in those early, crucial years of Pakistan's existence, is no longer remembered in the way that is their due. Despite the unimaginable problems that they had to contend with, they persevered and to a large degree succeeded, in their task of nation building, (although the blueprint they used to create Pakistan appears to have been lost!) Abba represented all that was respected, admired and desirable in a public servant; even that phrase is now an anachronism. Strong, decisive and totally focused, he was incorruptible, morally and materially. Heading a group of officials who had been entrusted with the negotiations for some of our earliest arms purchases in Germany, he, like his colleagues, was presented with a Rolex watch. He returned it to his hosts with the remark "my people stand knee deep in water to earn our foreign exchange (in those days our main source of income were jute and rice exports grown in the then East Pakistan), I cannot accept this, please add whatever its value is to our purchases." His abashed colleagues followed his lead, and result we were given several thousands of dollars of extra purchases, for free, so impressed were the Germans with this show of selflessness. This pattern was to be repeated more than once in his career, as sadly, the taking of 'commissions' became increasingly the norm.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=-1]Academically gifted, my father read history at Trinity College, Cambridge, and decided to join the ICS (Indian Civil Service), not on quota, but through competition. The difference is significant. The British in the waning of the Empire, had decided to allow a certain number of Indians to join this prestigious service. However, these men would only be allowed to progress so far and no further. On the other hand, if an Indian was able to sit the qualifying examination in open competition with the British, and succeed on merit, then he could join the Service with all the rights and opportunities open to an Englishman. My father was amongst the few who succeeded. At the time of Partition, he was the senior Indian competition ICS officer in service in undivided India. Abba died before he could record his memoirs, but I have come to realise that this was a man who had a truly extraordinary wealth and breadth of experience, possibly unmatched at that time in the Indian Subcontinent. In the Government of India he was to serve as Joint Secretary in the Ministries of Trade & Labour; Supply; Commerce and Transport; as well as Trade Commissioner at the India Office in London. Advisor & Secretary to the ILO Conferences in Geneva in 1945 & 1946; and to the Preparatory Session of the United Nations in San Francisco in 1945, he was also a delegate to the First Session of the UN in London in 1946, amongst several posts and responsibilities. After Abba opted for Pakistan, despite the entreaties of many of his Indian colleagues and indeed family, he served with Mohammad Ali Jinnah on the Partition Committee of India. Having served simultaneously as Secretary of the Ministries of Commerce; Information & Broadcasting, Commonwealth Relations & Foreign Affairs in the Provisional Government of Pakistan, he was, after Partition, selected as Foreign Secretary by the Public Services' Commission and was Pakistan's first Foreign Secretary and Cabinet Secretary. He was proud to relate that he had started the Foreign Office sitting on packing cases and tea chests! Later, our envoy to Canada, France, the United Kingdom and Portugal, Abba returned for a second term as Foreign Secretary. Moving back to London, in semi-retirement, Abba started yet another career, as the Chairman of the Commonwealth Economic Committee (a post for which his nomination was unusually unanimously accepted by all the countries of the Commonwealth), he was a great believer in the institution of the Commonwealth, and its potential for good, unfashionable though it may seem these days. (But for his premature death, it had been the intention of Lord Home, the then British Foreign Secretary to nominate him as the Secretary General of the then half created Commonwealth Secretariat).[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=-1][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=-1]Mr. Ikramullah has been decorated with Hilal-e-Pakistan KCMG, Knight Commander of the Grand Cross, (A Portuguese order), CIE amongst others[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=-1][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif]Obviously, the sort of pace my father kept took a toll on his health, and perhaps the beginnings of a certain amount of disillusionment at the path that Pakistan, and indeed the world was taking, also played its part. After suffering a couple of heart attacks in those pre bypass days, he reluctantly agreed to go 'on leave preparatory to retirement'. He had seven years of leave with full pay due to him, that somehow the demands of his work had never allowed him to take! There were countless parties in his honour hosted by friends, colleagues and diplomats, but the by far the most moving tributes were made at a unique party that was hosted by the chaprassies, drivers and clerks of the Foreign Office. An incident told to me recently illustrates perfectly my father's humanity. Abba was walking one morning from our house in Clifton to Mohatta Palace, casually, as was his wont, with his jacket flung over his shoulder, and of course no one in attendance. He was accosted by an obviously desperate looking man, who wanted a petition written for him to present to someone of authority in the Foreign Office. Sensing his desperation, and not wanting to frighten him off, my father sat down at the roadside, and quietly hearing his story composed a lucid letter for him, with a look silencing the scandalised crowd who had gathered, wondering who was this impudent man who was troubling the Foreign Secretary. Abba then helped the poor man on to his feet, on whom realisation had dawned, and taking him into Mohatta Palace, led him to the appropriate person to get his petition dealt with. This is only one of so many stories of this kind that I am still told nearly 40 years after Abba's death. Many hundreds who were totally unknown to us followed my father's cortege; obviously people whose life he had touched in a similar manner. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif]Despite being equally well read in both Urdu and English, with a fair knowledge of Persian, (Abba could quote with equal facility from say, Ghalib or Dickens) my father was no intellectual snob. He loved westerns films, cartoons, and comic books. In hospital, after his first heart attack, staid visitors were slightly bemused to find the extremely distinguished, silver haired Mr. Ikramullah chuckling his way through the antics of Little Lulu and Tubby! My father was also an excellent sportsman and was known to play an excellent game of tennis and hockey. A superb and courageous shot, he always stalked his prey on foot rather than wait in the safety of a 'machan'. In his early days as an ICS officer, he became well known as he rode around on his black stallion Beaunerges (named after Napoleon's war horse), followed by his massive, but harmless English mastiffs. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1][/SIZE][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=-1]My parents in Canada, Banff in 1953[/SIZE][/FONT]