Work, Work and More Work


Ok, starting off by collecting some things that I have previously posted on some forums and would now like to add to my blog.

The philosophy that holds true now as it did then, and one that we haven’t followed but still can…

“I will dig the mine of my physical strength to the last ounce of that metal to serve my people. And when that is exhausted, my work will be done, for life will be no more.” — Muhammad Ali Jinnah

A Call to Duty
“But are all these sacrifices, which we have been called upon to make to be in vain? Are we going to sit down and mope over our losses? If we do so, we shall be behaving just as our enemies want us to behave. We shall be playing their game and will soon be suppliants for their mercy. The fitting response to the machinations of our enemies would be a grim determination to get down to the task of building our State on strong and firm foundations, a State which should be fit for our children to live in. This requires work, work and more work. I fully realize that a majority of you have worked under a terrible strain during the war years and might need relaxation. But you should remember that for us the war as not ended. It has only just begun and if we are to fight it to victory, we shall have to put in super-human efforts. This is not the time to think in terms of personal advancement and jockeying for positions. It is the time for constructive effort, selfless work and steadfast devotion to duty.”

PROTECTION OF MINORITIES
It is now up to the leaders and those responsible and in charge of the Governments to make their supreme effort to make amends for this indelible stigma. While the horizon is beset with dark clouds, let me appeal to you and give this message to the people of Pakistan. Create enthusiasm and spirit and go forward with your task, with courage and hope and we shall do it. Are we downhearted? Certainly not. This history of Islam is replete with instances of valour, grit and determination. So march on notwithstanding obstruction, obstacles and interference; and I feel confident that a united nation of 70 million people with a grim determination and with a great civilization and history need fear nothing. It is now up to you to work, work and more work; and we are bound to succeed. And never forget our motto: Unity, Discipline and Faith”.

Excerpts from Fatima Jinnah’s unfinished biography of the Quaid, My Brother (published by the Quaid-i-Azam Academy in 1987)

…Nature had gifted him with a giant’s strength in so far as his determination to achieve the tasks that he had set for himself were concerned, but it had clothed that will in a frail body, unable to keep pace with the driving force of his restless mind and will. It was bitter to be afflicted with health that could not stand the rigours of a tumultuous life in the face of overwhelming odds, and to be gifted with a tenaciousness that wanted to triumph over all obstacles to lead his people to their ultimate destiny. His political activities and responsibilities had increased manifold during the last ten years of his life, when he had already entered the morning of his old age. Despite the advice of his doctors and the pleadings of a younger sister, he did not spare himself, refusing to take rest or respite. Work, work and more work. He drained away the last reserves of his energy like a spendthrift child of nature. Alarmed at his poor health, when I sometimes begged of him not to work such long hours and to give up for some time his constant and whirlwind tours that carried him from one end of India to another, he would say, “Have you ever heard of a General take a holiday, when his army is fighting for its very survival on a battlefield?” He had the reputation of demolishing a well-built up case with one sentence, and what match could I be for him when it came to arguments? On such occasions I abandoned logic for sentiment, “But your life is precious; and you must take good care of it.” With a distant look in his eyes, he said, “What is the health of one individual, when I am concerned with the very existence of ten crore Muslims of India? Do you realise how much is at stake?” This was enough to silence sentimentalism, and he plunged himself deeper and deeper into the stormy ocean of political struggle to the utter neglect of his health…

…Ever since the League session in Lahore in 1940 passed the resolution, which has come to be known as the Pakistan Resolution, he whipped his failing health to make it keep pace with his increasing work. With a scattered and disorganised following as his only strength, he decided from that year onward to translate the demand for Pakistan into a heroic chapter of human history. Incessant travelling, long and arduous hours of work, and the worries, that are the only reward that a political leader receives during his days of struggle, were taking a heavy toll, but he paid the price with a smile. His 5’10” body that normally weighed around 112 lbs, was losing its weight ounce by ounce, but he showed supreme indifference to such private matters as his personal health. That should not interfere with his work. I was once again arguing and pleading with him to put himself in the hands of competent doctors and to pay at least some attention to his physical fitness. But I never succeeded in stopping the onward rush of the mighty ocean of his will that wanted to sweep away all obstacles that stood as hinderances in the path of his people.


After a thorough examination, the doctor pronounced that it was an attack of pleurisy and that he must stay in bed for about a fortnight. As soon as the doctor left, my brother said to me, “What bad luck. It is an important session. My presence is so essential there. And here I am, enjoying the luxury of an enforced confinement in bed.” He remained in bed for two days and was again at his work. His was a restless spirit, born in a restless period of his nation’s history…

His life’s work had been accomplished, and he had been re-warded with the fullest measure of success, but it did not dampen his enthusiasm and zeal for more work in the service of his people. His physical strength had been sapped by the demon of ill-health, but his irrepressible spirit raised its head high, braving the challenges that independence brought to his nation. He wanted to face them courageously, to grapple with them, and to find solutions for them. He totally neglected his health, and his coughing and slight temperature were beginning to worry me more and more. On my insistence he agreed to be examined by Dr. Col. Rahman, his personal physician. He had an abnormal aversion for doctor’s medicines, and I was never able to find out the reasons that were at the basis of this life-long habit. Col. Rahman, after examining him, said he had a slight attack of malaria and he wanted to treat him on the basis of that diagnosis. Quaid-e-Azam put his doctor a number of questions, as if he was crossexamining a witness in a courtroom. Not satisfied with the doctor’s explanation, he refused to take the medicines prescribed. – “I don’t have malaria. I am run down due to over-work.” Rest was obviously the best medicine in such a case, but that he would not take; there was so much to be done. He said to me, “I will dig the mine of my physical strength to the last ounce of that metal to serve my people. And when that is exhausted, my work will be done, for life will be no more.”…

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