Farhatullah Babar speaks to the media at the National Press Club, Islamabad | Aurangzaib Khan
In order to reduce Soviet influence in Afghanistan, Babar says, the West sponsored a madrasa curriculum that indoctrinated young minds in hatred. “Alif (A) for Allah, Bay (B) for bandooq (gun), Tay (T) for talwaar (sword), Jeem (J) for Jannat (paradise), Kaaf (K) for kaffir (infidel) and Klashnikov,” is what they taught. “Our newspaper’s policy was different from the official narrative [on the war in Afghanistan],” he says. “We opposed Afghan jihad, which led to The Frontier Post being labelled as communist and pro-Russia … we believed what was happening in Afghanistan was not jihad but fasaad (evil).”
But what really put the newspaper in Zia’s crosshairs was its fierce opposition to martial law. To this, the Post added an overtly Pakhtun nationalist posture on regional issues and politics, advocating provincial autonomy and opposition to the Kalabagh Dam that Zia wanted built. It also serialised Pakhtun nationalist leader Khan Abdul Wali Khan’s biography, Facts are Sacred, that challenged the establishment’s view of his father Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan, also known as Bacha Khan, and his ‘Khudai Khidmatgar’ (also known as the Red Shirts) movement as villains in the struggle for Pakistan.
For Babar, his stint at the Post was something of a homecoming — in more than one way. By 1981, he had been feeling stagnant at the information ministry where he was also being “discriminated against”. His foreign posting to Turkey as press attaché was cancelled, leaving him disgruntled. He took leave to go to Saudi Arabia where he worked as a “typist” for some time even when originally hired as an engineer at Dallah Avco, an aviation services company. Within months of his joining, he found a note on his desk saying he had been promoted to manager of the Royal Saudi Air Force bases operated and maintained by Dallah Avco. He would jet around in the company’s chartered plane to visit bases put under his charge.
Lately, he has come down hard on the Saudis for a host of issues, including their bid to give the US-Arab Summit this summer a sectarian colour by singling out Iran as a terrorist state. Being a close ally of Saudi Arabia, he says, Pakistan has developed an “eyeball-to-eyeball confrontation” with Iran. As a daily Dawn editorial on June 4, 2017 says: “Courageous voices in Parliament, like that of Senator Farhatullah Babar, have underlined the risks and emphasised the senselessness of aligning Pakistan along sectarian lines.”
But he acknowledges that it was Saudi Arabia that gave him the “financial independence” to join journalism. “I had left Pakistan in utter frustration. From earning 3,000 rupees in Pakistan, I found myself earning 5,000 US dollars a month. I bought a house and a car and had the luxury to engage in a vocation that was my hobby.”
When he came back from Saudi Arabia, he did not rejoin his information ministry job. He instead joined the Post. The newspaper brought him back to the business of information. It afforded him an experience that journalists of that era look back at with bittersweet nostalgia — working with a professional editor (the late Siddiqui) and at a time of great turmoil in the country and region, no less.
While at the Post, Babar would not spare even his own relations if there was a story to tell, says his cousin Shahidullah Babar. “At the time, there was this trend of getting ‘golden’ (two-digit) car registration numbers. He did a story on corruption around this trend, naming his own family members.”
Ikram Hoti, a journalist who worked with Babar at the time, describes him as a “godfather” to journalists who taught them how to write and frame issues. When the late Zubair Mir, a photographer at the Post, and Shahid brought back pictures of an Afghan mujahid firing an American-provided Stinger missile at a Russian jet in Khost, the latter got the first prize of his journalism career from Babar: 500 rupees. “I have thought hard about whether it was Babar or Aziz Siddiqui who made the Post the dynamo for democratic change. Siddiqui was a professional editor, a man of great courage, but Babar was the Post’s spine,” says Hoti. He calls Babar a man with “ideas and ideals”. Hoti also praises him for the strength of his character. “If [Babar] associates with someone, it is for life.”
It was his time at the Post and victimisation at the hands of Zia that turned Babar into a “political animal”, says his cousin Shahidullah Babar. “He was never into politics otherwise.” While the newspaper politicised him, working with an editor who stood up staunchly for human rights turned Babar into an activist.
The Post was given to regular “transgressions” that other newspapers would not dare attempt, breaking sensitive news like the arrest of Pakistani soldiers by Afghan authorities in June 1988, shortly after the Soviet army had started withdrawing from Afghanistan. Once the story appeared, owners of the Post told Babar about “pressure” from Hamid Gul, then the head of Inter-Services Intelligence (ISI), to let certain staff members including Babar go. He volunteered to resign, stuffing his effects in a cardboard box and driving off in his car.
Aframed photo in Babar’s drawing room shows him with Benazir Bhutto reading the draft of a speech. A note from Benazir in her bold cursive handwriting appears on the photo: “To Farhatullah Babar, who works with a concentration, discipline and intellect which few have. And never loses his patience. Benazir Bhutto.”
When she returned to Pakistan from exile in 1986, she knew that the Post had stood by her during her struggle against Zia and wanted to have an interview with the newspaper during her visit to Peshawar. For Babar, it would herald a quiet initiation into the inner sanctum of the PPP. The interview over, she invited him to her wedding in Karachi in December 1987.
Months later, Babar would leave the Post and take to freelancing, writing editorials for dailies The Muslim and Pakistan Observer and contributing to the weekly The Friday Times. In 1988, he got a call from the Prime Minister’s Secretariat, asking if he could write a speech for Benazir. “I said I could. I also asked what was the subject and when did she want it?”
Babar found the task of finding expression for a prime minister’s thoughts and actions of great consequence, leaving him both nervous and excited. “Then a freelance journalist, without a job and without any office, I was deeply conscious of the high stakes involved for me. I glanced through the compendium of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto’s speeches and books on some of the world’s great speeches.”
Benazir delivered the speech he wrote in the National Assembly. It paid tribute to people for the triumph of their peaceful democratic struggle that had led to the election of a woman, first time in history, as the prime minister of a Muslim country. Soon he received another request for writing a speech for her and then it became a routine.
Benazir had tried working with several other writers before deciding to appoint him as her official speech writer in 1989. He has no clue what made her partial to his writing. “There was nothing extraordinary about my style except that I did a lot of research and wrote as if writing for myself.”
Benazir was a “hard taskmaster”, Babar says. Her attention to detail was remarkable. Working on a draft speech in Urdu, he sat one day across the desk from her “with bated breath”. Her discomfort was evident. “Ta ham, ta ham, ta ham (Urdu for ‘however’),” she said, throwing the papers on the desk. “I am fed up with this word.”
“On that day, and never before or afterwards, I was at the receiving end and those few moments seemed like ages of agony to endure,” he recalls. The next day he received a small box from the prime minister’s house. Inside it was a silver bowl and a signed slip: “With Compliments of the Prime Minister.”