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Alor (or Aror, Sukkur) held the status of capital under the reign of Musikanos, when Alexander invaded the region in 326 BC.The ruins of this ancient town still exist, 8 km east of Rohri, in Sukkur district. In 711 AD, the Arabs invaded Sindh, led by 17-year-old Muhammad bin Qasim, and Sukkur (including all of Sindh and lower Punjab) became part of the Umayyad Caliphate.Much of the time his recollections read unintentionally like a highly-strung performance of Monty Python's 'Four Yorkshiremen' with added ghee, but there are some direct hits on the corrosive vileness of the Punjabi village mores that still govern the lives of too many citizens of this country: 'Parents of Westernised offspring are keen for them to marry Indian spouses to keep alive the traditions of religiosity, illiteracy, alcoholism, manual labour and domestic violence,' he says.'Sikh girls don't have personalities, they have post-traumatic stress disorder', he swipes.In Sathnam Sanghera's memoir 'Schizophrenia' is the key word, as both the clinical condition suffered by two of Sanghera's family and the feeling of dislocation that comes of being born and raised in Britain in a Punjabi Sikh household.Sanghera is an experienced feature writer and interviewer who, hitting 30 and splitting up with his white girlfriend, decided to explore his roots and make some sense of his life through writing the story of how his parents met and settled in Wolverhampton.
In truth the whole Midlander cross-cultural growing-up memoir is a well-travelled path and you can chose your permutation with some confidence: Meera Syal (Wolverhampton, Hindu, fiction), Lenny Henry (Dudley, West Indian, biography) or even Andrew Collins (East Midlands, working-class transition to middle-class, autobiography).
About a hundred feet apart, the two bridges seem like one from a distance. Ayub Bridge (Ayub Arch) is a railway bridge over the Indus river between Rohri and Sukkur in Sindh province, Pakistan.
This steel arch bridge was inaugurated by President Muhammad Ayub Khan on .
The answer quite simply is that his father was diagnosed by the NHS within three months of arrival and was consigned to a life on benefits; he beat his bride up on their wedding night and was consistently violent to her until put on stronger medication. Sanghera's attempt to amplify this story falters astonishingly quickly because of a seeming reluctance, or inability, on his part to pursue the research: his mother provides few details; his relatives are unreliable witnesses and the author himself, amazingly, is discouraged from pursuing the facts behind a spell in jail endured by his father because of nothing more intimidating than a stroppy receptionist at the magistrate's court.'I'd made a succession of terrible mistakes in the emotional turmoil of a break-up,' he moans.
'Chief amongst which was the decision to write a book about my parents' life before actually knowing what the story was.' So it's Plan B then: a first-person memoir of growing up between cultures.