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APPENDICES
Appendix - 01
Ma’s ivory skin gleamed around her brilliant amber eyes. We looked so alike that
she was a vision of my old age and I a vision of her youth.
Ma also announced, ‘ It is a blessing from our Pir. She became the Pir’s mureed
after hearing innumerable accounts of his miraculous feats. On her last visit to his
far- off village, she had taken all three of us along with her and told us, ‘You
don’t need to cover your faces before Pir Sain. He is too holy for that.’
The Pir’s room had been full of waiting women and children squatting on the
floor, and so Ma had to tell him as many problems as she could in the few
moments bestowed on her. She cried and begged him to pray that her daughters
get good offers of marriage.
‘Pray that the burden of these girls be lifted from my tired shoulders, Sain,’ she
implored, and the Pir had put his hand on our heads, turn by turn. Staring at me,
he had said to Ma, ‘She will not be a burden to you. Her beauty is a rare asset.
Ma was ecstatic. The holy man had made a prophecy.
Now she was overwhelmed at it coming true.
‘The family has an impeccable bloodline,’ she exclaimed.
My friend Chandi had told me that.
Ma’s voice was becoming characteristically shrill.
‘He never married because nobody was good enough for him. He is much older
than you, may be eighteen years or so.’
I did not know that. I had thought Ranjha was much younger because he was still
a college.
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‘They observe purdah and are are deeply religious. They live in their village. Why
should they want to live in this dirty city when they have a kingdom of their
own?’ she declared.
My heart was pounding. I was not listening, only wondering whether Chandi’s
family also observed strict purdah and lived in a village.
Ma continued, ‘We are extremely lucky. After your father’s death, people did not
think we were worth anything. Your marriage will restore our dignity in the
community. Your sisters will marry well and your brother will get a good girl and
a good job. Our status will improve tremendously. I even like his name. It sounds
so very powerful. And, a last she uttered it.
(Durrani 1999: 24-25)
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Appendix - 02
Stripped naked, i felt a mountain of flesh descend on me. A fisherman, hopeful of
profit and safety, had set out to sea on a bright day. Suddenly, clouds thickened
and collided. Black rain poured into the ocean. Thunder and lightening drove the
vast expanse of water wild. Its volume and anger swelled. The noise down below
was even louder. The air was solid. There was no escape.
None.
With only the sheer will to be, I remained alive, barely. He had commenced our
wedding night with an animal haste for food and ended it satiated. The shrill ring
of the early morning alarm shrieked and i jumped up like a frightened bird. Did I
sleep that night or was it some kind of death? We had celebrated it, my loved ones
had joyfully sung and danced for it, I had been beautified days ahead for it,
enhanced in every possible way. Why? To tempt like a sorceress and unleash
upon myself this madness, this cruelty? It seemed evil now.
The preparation, the rituals, the ceremony and the slaughter. I had been sacrificed
to a god on earth. The contract had signed away my life. Its terms were specified
by our faith, sealed with social and familial norms and this, our first night, had
been its first dawn. Was this repeated in every corner of the world over and over
again?
(Durrani 1999:39)
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Appendix - 03
The story of another pir, who gave sons to barren mothers only to have them
taken away and absorbed into the system of his shrine, made the shudder. At
birth, the child’s head was fitted into an iron cage, so that the body grew while the
head did not. Because they grew up to look like rats they were called chuhas and
forced to beg for alms; an army of deformed beggars was bred.
These stories confirmed that I was not alone. There were so many other like us.
As a member of a similar shrine, I wondered what was happening to their women.
Faceless and nameless, they must all be trapped like me.
Pir Sain ruled over his trapped people. He could demand and extract anything
from anyone. Considered to be direct link between the Almighty and the wretched
people believed that his intervention could even alter what Allah had fated for
them.
That made them worship him.
Amma Sain had told me, ‘We are the direct descendants of the Propher. The
power of the shrine is fourteen hundred years old. It cannot be challenged.’
A langar distributing free food strongly aligned and attracted the poor to the
Shrine. They traveled with meager resources for days, weeks, months, sometimes
on foot and sometimes on bullock or donkey carts. If Pir Sain was ever sighted,
they would rin to fall at his feet and kiss them until the khalifa forcefully pushed
them away.
Imploring him to diminish the strength of their enemies or subjugate their
oppressor with the power of his word, they gave supplications for employment,
health , marriage, and every conceivable human need that they could not fulfill
themselves.
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Pleading over the limp bodies of their sickly children, people begged for the water
Pir Sain had used for ablution to make them well. They fell over each other to
grab the bones he had chewed the meat off, so that they could grind them into a
sacred medicinal powder. They collected the earth on which he had stepped and
sprinkled it across their doorsteps for protection.
They even salvaged his sputum when he spat.
My husband never showed any signs of emotion but nobody thought that he might
be devoid of them. The distance he kept from people was considered godly.
Nobody imagined that it could be a mask. His presence was so powerful that
whoever dared to look into his eyes was hypnotized by their strange lights. They
were convinced it was the light of God.
(Durrani 1999: 61-62)
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Appendix- 04
I noticed that Gori’s fair skin was too delicate. Surely it would char in the heat of
our summer. It seemed to have born kind winters with discomfort, in the sharp
winds here, it would tear. Nor had she tasted the venom of a man, the poison
inside Pir Sain would kill her. Gori seemed frail and helpless to me. Her world
had made her weak. Mine had made me strong. When she asked me if anyone
here was educated, I remembered Amma Sain’s wise words about us and repeated
them; Assi pare hoe nai, pur asi karrhey hoe hain.’ Her translator told her, she
says that although we are not educated, we are condensed with experience.’
Gori thought I was very intelligent. I wanted to know if she was intelligent too.
Noticing her every moment, I followed every word she said and discovered that
she was a jouranalist. But I have sworn not to write about Pir Sain”s women”, she
explained, ”Pir allowed me to write only about the men. That made me ask her
what she had understood about the shrine. I wanted to know how perceptive her
wide exposure had made her, I also wanted to know what its lack had made me
.Gori’s skin gleamed, “The people love ur husband. I see it in the way their eyes
light up when they catch a glimpse of him. I pricked up my ears. She was not
looking deep enough. They are so devoted to him,” she swooned, and I thought,
that she had passed judgment and drawn a conclusion without realizing that there
is always a cruel meth od behind undying devotion. Could she not see the terror in
our eyes. I have met him”.
‘Your husband is so humble despite being all powerful. Its such an honor to She
declared. What else?’’ I inquired and she had more words of praise for him.
“There is purity on his face .He is serene and peaceful. He works miracles. I have
heard it from so many of his supplicants.” I couldn’t help glaring at her when she
exclaimed,’ So much tranquility in the midst of poverty can only mean one thing
He provides the people with something divine.” Fool, I thought
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She was after all, English. Her ancestors had cleverly converted Muslims into
grave-worshippers and vanished from the scene. Did she not know about that? I
wanted to tell her Toti’s but didn’t dare. My mood blackened with the frustration
of having to keep silent despite having so much to say. I shrivleled up like a dried
leaf and slumped deep into my chair to mourn for Sakhi baba and burn with
jealousy against Yatimri again.
(Durrani 1999: 151-152)
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Appendix- 05
Sadly, stepping out meant nothing. Cheel’s presence, my husband’s company, the
darkness of a tunnel, and the two small net holes in my burqa let nothing through.
I counted five hundred and sixty two steps to our destination.
We passed a room with an intricate patterned carpet below and a crystal
chandelier above. Before we went through another door, Pir Sain told me to
remove my burqa. I held my breath as a fat man with a big curled moustache
jumped off the bed. He walked towards me, exclaiming loudly to my husband,
‘Sain, baadshah, you are the greatest. What a find! What a rare jewel!’ His big
hairy arm circled my waist like an octopus’s. His drunken eyes rolled as he
drooled and slurred around my neck, mumbling, ‘Where did the master discover
you, my jewel? Where were you all my life?’ My husband’s laughter repulsed me
even more than his friend’s blubbery lips.
He was the jagirdar.
A man commanding the respect of a king.
These custodians of the people, revered for adherence to the faith, were
concealing their sins under my burqa. It allowed them to introduce me as a whore
from the city because no one had ever laid eyes on the venerable wife of the pir.
While the jagirdar’s fat fingers ran like black rats over my naked body, my mind
was consumed with the idea of purdah. From behind it no call for help could be
heard. An abandoned species was trapped in a forbidden world. Every thing
corrupt happened under the shroud, when it was off, a faceless and nameless
woman appeared.
The jagirdar’s thick lips slurped around my ear and I shouted and screamed
inside, ‘Know who I am, you son of a pig ! See who I am!’
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I was up and down and over the craggy mountain of flesh, thinking only of purdah
draping the sins of men. The burqa had become a licence for corrupt men, A
tonne of flesh compressed me and I thought of so many more women buried
under the same crimes . I cried inside myself to the jagirdar, ‘Open your eyes,
you idiot! I’m the master’s wife. The mother of his children. See me. I’m naked
enough .
Know me.’
(Durrani 1999:164-165)
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Appendix – 06
As young feudal lords, Mustafa and his brothers had few worries concerning legal
and societal proscriptions. The feudal system is a carry over from the time when
the British ruled the whole of south central Asia. By bestowing land and absolute
power upon certain ‘loyal’ individuals, the ‘white masters’ were able to control
the country’s multitudes with relatively little effort. With the passage of time, the
privileged few multiplied their wealth exploring the feudal practices of tenant
farming and arbitrary taxation. Feudalism was a license to plunder, rape and even
murder. The rich got richer; the poor despaired .
In the areas that were later to become Pakistan, some feudal families
utilized Islam as a weapon of control. The patriarchs were venerated as holy men,
who spoke with Allah. And, indeed, at some earlier time many were pious and
righteous. But gradually power passed to elder sons revered by the illiterate
people of the area and perceived as ‘envoys of Allah’. They had the authority to
justify their every deed on the basis of their own, quite convenient, interpretation
of the Koran. A feudal lord was an absolute ruler who could justify any action.
When British rule ended in 1947, the stage was set for at least a half
century of turmoil. The vast holdings of the commonwealth were divided along
religious lines. The Hindu strong hold became India. Muslim Pakistan was a
country like no other in the world, divided into two slabs of land by the immense
impediment of India.
Democracy took hold in India and the feudal system collapsed. But in Pakistan,
although lip service was paid to democratic principals, feudal lords remained in
control. It was they who decided who would sit in the National Assembly and
who would reside in the prime minister’s house .
(Durrani 1995:40-41)
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Appendix- 07
However, gradually the relationship between Bhutto and Mustafa grew strained.
The Chief Minister of the Punjab was now politician in his own right, emerging
from the shadow of his mentor. Bhutto knew that the Punjab, being the largest
province, was the vote bank of Pakistan, and thus the backbone of the People’s
Party; he could not afford to lose it to his own Frankenstein monster. Everywhere
Mustafa went he was greeted with the slogan Sher e Punjab(‘Lion of the Punjab’),
and he acted the part of the number two man in Pakistan, which persuade him to
go his own way in politics- and, if he believed himself to be the number two man,
there was only one job to which he could aspire.
Indeed there was reason to worry. Bhutto had many enemies. People with vested
interests, regarded his theories of Islamic socialism as anathema. They realized
that if the Punjab could be extricated from Bhutto’s control he would fall, and
they started to form a wedge between two men. Mustafa also began to undertake
crucial initiatives without first clearing them with the prime minister.
Disagreements sprang up both on policy matters and personnel appointments. If
Bhutto rejected Mustafa’s nominees, Mustafa sulked and turned down the
alternatives presented by Bhutto. He developed a strong political personality of
his own. Islamabad was a buzz with stories of his megalomania: he was rumoured
to have said that he would be the next prime minister; the people of the Punjab
would catapult him into power. Butto’s advisers suggested to him that two swords
could not be accommodated in one scabbard.
Bhutto loved Mustafa like his own son and tried to admonish him like a
father. In return Mustafa pleaded his case. He argued that his emergence as a
leader in his own right would enhance Bhutto’s rule. A prime minister could not
be expected to oversee everything; the People’s party needed a strong second- line
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leader-ship. On several occasions Mustafa reaffirmed his loyalty and support to
Bhutto as well as to the party, but his pledges did not hold water. He referred to
himself as Bhutto’s shock-absorber. ‘I take the flak and criticism upon myself,’ he
proclaimed. ‘I do not direct it towards you.’ But Bhutto knew that Mustafa was
chipping away at his power base.
(Durrani 1995: 53-55)
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Appendix- 08
I began shouting for Bilal’s help. Mustafa only stopped when he saw evidence of
obvious damage. Some of his blows were errant. My mouth showed blood. ‘Ring
up your mother this instant!’ he raged. ‘Tell her you are mad. Tell her you made
up everything . Pick up the phone!’
‘I – I can’t do that,’ I sobbed. ‘She will never believe me. I can’t change my story.
She will suspect-‘
The force of his blow interrupted me. ‘Stand up, you bitch!’ he commanded.
There was a new, ominous, more methodical timbre to his voice. ‘Stand up.’
I was barely able to rise, but I did as he ordered.
‘Take off your clothes,’ he shouted. ‘Every stitch.
‘Take…them…off.’
I trembled, clutching at the cloth of my baggy shirt, and when he saw that I could
not respond he grabbed one arm and twisted it behind my back until I shrieked in
pain and screamed that I would obey.
He backed off and sat in an armchair. He watched as I slowly began to remove
my shirt.
Again I was aware of the emptiness of the room, but this time it looked unsafe.
There was no place to hide, nothing to which I could cling. I slipped out of my
trousers. Clad only in a bra and panties, I started at him, pleading, begging, crying
for him to allow me to stop. But there was not reprieve. I felt blood drying on my
swollen lips and nose. With trembling fingers. I pulled off my underclothes.
He sat in the chair with his arms extended on either side, like a king on his throne.
His eyes ran up and down my naked body, invading. His expression was grim, his
lips tightly pursed. His eyes narrowed, searching, glinting, gloating.
Never before had I felt so totally humiliated, so utterly controlled. I could see on
his face the awareness of the importance of the moment. This episode would
cripple my spirit-perhaps beyond salvation. From this moment forward, it would
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be nearly impossible for me to function as an individual. There was not one iota
of self-esteem left. The shame had burned it down to ashes. I was exposed as
nothing.
‘Please, Mustafa,’ I cried, ‘for the sake of Prophet, let me wear my clothes.’
‘Pick up the phone. Make the call first. Then we will see.’
‘How I can call without my clothes? Please, let me put them on first.’
He hurled profanity at me. He dragged my family through the gutter. Emptiness
engulfed my senses. I could not reach out to anything. I could barely stand. My
knees knocked against each other. My hands and arms were not sufficient to cover
my nakedness. I wanted to grasp something. I tried to kneel on the floor, but as I
bent my knees, he screamed. I rose immediately.
I stood there for many moments, begging and pleading, invoking the names of
Allah and Prophet.
(Durrani 1995:164-165)
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Appendix – 09
In Marbella, I tried to let my past sink away into the deep blue Spanish sea. I
visited a health resort daily’ lazed about and forced memories out of mind. I
brought clothes and shoes – too many- for me and the children.
The days passed over me like a balmy wind.
I heard that Mustafa was shattered. In keeping with the image of a jilted lover, he
grew a beard. He cut a sorry figure, traipsing back and forth among the homes of
our many friends, weeping and wailing, trying to convince them to persuade me
to return. He drank heavily. He spoke to strangers on the street about the wife
whom he loved, who had deserted him. He met Asim and fell at his feet, begging
my brother to mediate. He called my mother- for the first time since the Adila
episode had burst into the open- and pleaded for forgiveness.
He won crucial sympathy votes. Friends phoned to convince me that he had
changed. My family members urged that I give the marriage another try, for the
sake of children. Even my mother switched sides. I was amazed to hear her
injudiciously weigh the pros and cons; I knew why: she was unused to Mustafa in
the role of the pitiful child. I knew how convincing the false act was, but no one
else did. Everyone saw a strong man dissolve into tears at the mention of my
name. They saw him humble and repentant. They saw him grovel, and believed
that he had actually changed.
The exuberance of my liberation began to dissipate. I did not want to live the rest
of my life as a two time divorcee, and I wanted my children to be raised in a
stable home, if that was possible. Darker fears beset me, with petulance and
remorse, but I worried what turn his personality might take if these tactics failed.
Long ago I had buried my physical fears, but when I stared at the innocent faces
of my sleeping children, I sometimes shudder.
(Durrani 1995: 222- 223)
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Appendix- 10
I gulped back tears, pretending to be unaffected. The poet Ghalib’s verse flitted
through my mind:
Your taunts chip away my identity.
No-one speaks of me with such audacity.
That evening at home alone, Mustafa’s words stung me. I rethought my life,
trying to define my reality. I was no longer Mrs Mustafa Khar. I had been
discarded and spat out like sugar cane chaff. He has done everything he could to
destroy me and he had very nearly succeeded. A few more doses of Mustafa and
my spirit would have died for ever.
Many people had suggested that I keep his surname as it was the name by which I
was known. I was repelled by that, and in any case I did not want to lean on a
pillar that had fallen upon me instead of supporting me. But if I was not Mrs
Mustafa Khar, who was I? The Tehmina Durrani of my childhood was an alien to
me, a confused little girl whom I had outgrown. I could not relate to her. Was
there a new Tehmina Durrani inside me, older and sadder, but also wiser?
Sitting alone with my scattered thoughts, I conjectured that fate had placed me on
his torturous path for a purpose. Our closed society considered it obscene for a
woman to reveal her intimate secrets, but would not silence be greater crime?
Silence condones in justice, breeds subservience and fosters a malignant
hypocrisy. Mustafa Khar and other feudal lirds thrive and multiply in silence.
Muslim women must learn to raise their voices against injustice. For me
conventional politics was no longer the answer. In Pakistan, the system is merely
used to hoodwink further those who are already exploited. I realized that I could
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do no greater service for my country and our people than to expose the
camouflage.
I was determined not to waste thirteen years of my life.
I decided to cast a stone at hypocrisy.
I decided to write this book and break the traditional silence.
(Durrani 1995: 374-375)
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Analysis 01 Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Ivory Heer + reac Mother’s skill
Brilliant Heer + reac Mother’s eyes
Amber Heer + reac Mother’s
Announced Mother + sec Pir
Blessing Mother + prop Pir
Mureed Heer + cap Pir’s
Innumerable Mother + comp Feats
Miraculous Mother + reac Feats
Too holy Mother - prop Pir
Cried Heer - hap Heer’s mother
Begged Heer - dec Mother
Pray Heer + dec Mother
Good Mother + reac Offer
Pray Heer + dec Mother
Burden Heer - ten Daughters
Tired Heer - reac Shoulders
Implored Heer - dec Mother
Sain Mother + prop Mother
Not a burden Pir - ten + comp Daughters
Rare Pir Asset
Ecstatic Heer + hap Mother
Holy man Mother + prop + reac Pir
Overwhelmed Heer + sat Mother
Impeccable Heer Mother
Exclaimed Heer + sec Mother
Characteristically Heer - reac Voice
Strict purdah Mother + reac Purdah
Deeply religious Mother + reac Pir’s family
Dirty Mother - reac City
Kingdom Mother + cap Pir’s shrine
Declared Mother + sec Mother
My heart was
pounding
Heer - des - reac Heer’s heart
Strict Heer Purdah
Extremely lucky Heer + norm Mother’s
family
Worth Heer - prop Pir’s family
Dignity Heer + cap Mother’s
Good Heer + prop Girl
Good Heer + reac Job
Powerful Heer + cap Pir’s name
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Analysis 02
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Stripped naked Heer - Reac Heer’s body
Mountain of flesh Heer - Reac Pir’s body
Bright Heer +Reac Day
Black Heer - Reac Rain
Vast expanse Heer + Reac Water
Wild Heer + Reac Water
Anger Heer - Sat Fisherman
There was no
escape
Heer - Des Heer
Sheer will to be Heer - Sat Heer
Remained alive
barely
Heer - Sat Heer
Wedding night Heer + Reac Heer’s wedding night
Animal Heer - Reac Haste
Shrill ring Heer - Reac Alarm
Early morning Heer + Reac Alarm
Shrieked Heer - Hap Alarm
Jumped up like a
frightened bird
Heer - Des Heer
Did I sleep that
night
Heer - Sat Heer
Some kind of
death
Heer - Hap Heer
Celebrated Heer + Norm Heer’s family
Loved ones Heer + Hap Heer’s relatives
Joyfully Heer + Hap Danced
Danced Heer + Hap Relatives
Beautified Heer + Norm Heer
Sorceress Heer - Cap Heer
Madness Heer - Norm This
Cruelly Heer - Prop This
Evil Heer - Prop Night
Slaughter Heer - Prop Heer
Sacrificed Heer - Hap Heer
Signed away my
life
Heer - Sat Heer’s life
Social & financial Heer + Comp Norms
First Heer + Reac Night
First Heer + Reac Dawn
Hopeful Heer +Des Fisherman
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Analysis 03
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Faceless Heer - cap Woman
Nameless Heer - cap Woman
Trapped Heer - ten People
Leaped Heer - ten People
Demand Heer + sec Pir Sain
Extract Heer + sec Pir Sain
Direct link Heer Pir Sain family
Almighty Heer + prop God
Wretched Heer - cap People
Worship Heer + hap + cap Pir Sain
Direct descended Amma + rec Pir Sain family
Power of shrine Amma + rec Shrine
Cannot be
challenged
Amma - ten Power of
shrine
Free food Heer + comp Food
Meager Heer - ten - comp Resources
Fall at his feet Heer + des + cap Pir’s feet
Kiss them Heer + hap - prop Pir’s feet
Oppressor Heer Pir Sain
Power of his word Heer + val Pir Sain
Pleading Heer + des People
Limp Heer - val Bodies
Sickly Heer - val Children
Begged Heer + des People
Fell over each
other
Heer + cap People
Sacred Heer + val Medicine
Never showed any
sign
Heer - sat Pir Sain
Godly Heer + prop Pir Sain
Powerful Heer + cap Pir Sain
Dared Heer + sec No one
Light of god Heer + prop Pir’s eyes
Barren Heer - norm Mother’s
Shudder Heer - des Heer
Look like rats Heer - cap People
Chuhas Heer - cap People
Deformed army of
beggar’s
Heer - norm People
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Analysis 04 Appraised Items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Fair Heer +reac Gori’s skin
Delicate Heer +reac Gori’s skin
Kind Heer +reac America’swinters
Sharp Heer -reac Winds of Pakistan
Frail Heer -ten Gori
Helpless Heer -normality Gori
Weak Heer - ten Gori
Strong Heer + ten herself
Wise Heer + cap words
Intelligent Gori +Cap Heer
Intelligent Heer +Cap Gori
Wide exposure Heer +cap Gori
Its Lack Heer -reac
Gleamed Heer +reac Gori’s skin
Love Gori +hap pir
Not looking deep
enough
Heer _norm People’s
So devoted Gori +Prop Pir
Cruel undying Heer -val method
Terror Heer _norm People’s
So humble Gori +Cap Pir
All powerful Gori +Cap Pir
More words of
praise
Gori +cap Pir
Works miracles Gori +Norm Pir
Purity Gori +Norm pir
serene Gori +norm pir
peaceful Gori +norm pir
tranquilty Gori +norm Pir
Fool Heer -Norm Gori
blackened Heer -hap herself
shrivelled Heer -des herself
Like a dried leaf Heer -des herself
slumped Heer -hap herself
Mourn Heer -sat
Jealousy Heer -sat
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Analysis 05
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgment Appreciation Appraised
I held my breath Heer - Des Heer
Sadly Heer - Hap Heer
Announced Heer + Sec Pir
Excited Heer + Sat Heer
Intricate Heer + Comp Carpet
Darkness of a tunnel Heer - Reac Tunnel
Crystal Heer + Reac Chandelier
Fat man Heer - Cap Jagirdar
Big curled Heer + Reac Moustache
Exclaiming Jagirdar +Sec Jagirdar
Sain Jagirdar + Prop Pir
Badshah Jagirdar + Prop Pir
Greatest Jagirdar + Norm Heer
Find Jagirdar + Norm Heer
Rare jewel Jagirdar + Norm Heer
Big hairy Heer - Reac Arm
Like octopus Heer - Reac Big hairy arm
Drunken Heer - Reac Eyes
My jewel Jagirdar + Norm Heer
Laughter Heer + Hap Pir
Repulsed Heer - Sec Heer
Blubbery Heer - Reac Lips
Respect of king Heer + Cap Jagirdar
Custodians Heer + Norm Religious Leaders
Sins Heer - Prop Religious People
Whore Heer - Prop Heer
Venerable Heer + Prop Heer
Black rats Heer - Reac Fat fingers
Fat Heer - Reac Finger
Naked body Heer - Comp Heer’s Body
Mind was consumed Heer - Des Heer’s mind
Abandoned Heer - Val Species
Trapped Heer - Cap Heer
Forbidden Heer - Comp World
Corrupt Heer - Prop Everything
Faceless Heer - Comp Woman
Nameless Heer - Comp Woman
Thick Heer - Comp Lips
Shouted Heer - Sec Heer
Screamed Heer - Hap Heer
Son of a pig Heer - Cap Jagirdar
Craggy Mountain Heer - Rec Jagirdar’s body
Sins Heer - Prop Religious leader
Corrupt Heer - Prop Men
Tonne of flesh Heer - Rec Jagirdar’s body
Crimes Heer - Prop Off religious leaders
Cried Heer - Hap Heer
Idiot Heer - Cap Jagirdar
Masters Heer + Prop Wife
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Analysis 06
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Few worries Tehmina -sec of feudal lords
Feudal Tehmina -val Power
Absolute Tehmina +comp Power
Certain loyal Tehmina +ten Feudal lords
White masters Tehmina +norm The British
Relatively little effort Tehmina -comp The British’s
Few privileged Tehmina +norm Feudal lords
Exploiting Feudal lords -cap People
able to control White
masters
+cap People
Feudal Tehmina -reac practices
Tenant Tehmina +reac farming
Plunder Tehmina -prop Feudalism
Rape Tehmina -prop Feudalism
Murder(even) Tehmina -prop Feudalism
Rich Tehmina +norm Common
masses
Poor Tehmina -norm Common
masses
Despaired Tehmina -hap Poor
Islam weapon of
control
Tehmina -cap Feudal families
Patriarchs Tehmina -cap Feudal families
Holy Tehmina +prop Feudal families
Pious Tehmina +prop Feudal families
Righteous Tehmina +ver Feudal families
Neither pious Tehmina -prop Feudal families
Nor particularly moral Tehmina -prop Feudal families
Illiterate Tehmina -cap People
Envoys of Allah Tehmina +cap Feudal families
They had authority Tehmina +cap Feudal families
Feudal lord Tehmina +norm Feudal families
Absolute ruler Tehmina +cap Feudal families
Who could justify any Tehmina +cap Feudal families
Turmoil Tehmina -hap Common mass
Remained in control Tehmina -cap Feudal lords
Who decided Tehmina +cap Feudal lords
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Analysis 07
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Strained Tehmina - sat Relationship
Mentor Tehmina + cap Bhutto
Largest Tehmina - reac Punjab
Vote bank Tehmina + comp Punjab
Back bone Tehmina + comp Punjab
Monster Tehmina - prop Mustafa
Sher e Punjab Tehmina + norm Mustafa
Worried Tehmina - sat Bhutto
Inflated Tehmina - reac Ego
Worry Tehmina - des Bhutto
Vested Tehmina - val Interest
Islamic so lia Tehmina - val Islam
Control Tehmina + cap Bhutto
Crucial initiatives Tehmina - reac Initiatives
Policy maker Tehmina + comp Matters
Personal
appointment
Tehmina + comp Appointments
Strong political
personality
Tehmina + cap Mustafa
Megalomania Tehmina - reac Mustafa
Suggested Tehmina + sec Bhutto’s
advisors
Loved Bhutto + hap Mustafa
Tried to admonish
like a father
Bhutto + sat Mustafa
Pleaded Tehmina - des Mustafa
Strong second line Tehmina leadership
Loyalty Tehmina - ten Mustafa
Shock absorber Tehmina + cap Mustafa
Proclaimed Tehmina + sec Mustafa
Raged Tehmina - sat Bhutto
If I wish Tehmina + des Bhutto
That is Mustafa - sat Bhutto
Protect Tehmina + sec Mustafa
Threw his Tehmina - sat Bhutto
Either I Tehmina - sat Bhutto
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Analysis 08
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Shouting Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
Obvious Tehmina - Comp Damage
Raged Mustafa - Sat Tehmina
Mad Mustafa - Cap Tehmina
Sobbed Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Bitch Mustafa - Prop Tehmina
Commanded Tehmina + Sec Mustafa
New ominous Tehmina + Rec Timber
More methodical Tehmina + Comp Timber
Ordered Tehmina + Sec Mustafa
Shouted Tehmina - Sat Mustafa
Trembled Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Baggy Tehmina + Comp Shirt
Shrieked Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Screamed Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
I would obey Tehmina - Sec Tehmina
There was No
place to hide
Tehmina - Sec Tehmina
Pleading Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Begging Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Crying Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Swollen Tehmina - Rec Lips
Trembling Tehmina - Comp Fingers
Sat in the chair
arms extended
Tehmina + Cap Mustafa
Like a king Tehmina + Norm Mustafa
Naked Tehmina - Rec Body
Grim Tehmina - Rec Mustafa’s
expression
His Lips tightly
pursued
Tehmina - Cap Mustafa’s lips
Narrowed Tehmina - Rec Mustafa’s eyes
Glinting Tehmina - Rec Mustafa’s eyes
Gloating Tehmina - Rec Mustafa’s eyes
Totally humiliated Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
So utterly
controlled
Tehmina + Cap Tehmina
Cripple Tehmina - Hap Tehmina’s Sole
Beyond Salvation Tehmina - Prop Tehmina’s sole
As an individual Tehmina + Norm Tehmina
No self esteem Tehmina - Cap Tehmina
Shame down to
ashes
Tehmina - Prop Self esteem
Exposed as
nothing
Tehmina - Ten Tehmina
Cried Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Screamed Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Begging Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Pleading Tehmina - Des Tehmina
Invoking me Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
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Analysis 09
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Deep blue Spanish Tehmina + reac Sea
Heath resort Tehmina + reac Resort
Forced memories Tehmina - reac Memories
Like a balmy wind Tehmina + reac Span sea
shattered Tehmina - sec Tehmina
Jilted lover Tehmina - cap Mustafa
Grew a beard -Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Cut a sorry figure Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Weeping Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Wailing Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Drank heavily Tehmina - sec Mustafa
Spoke to strangers Tehmina - dec Mustafa
Loved Tehmina + hap Mustafa
Desisted Tehmina - cap Mustafa
Fell at his feet Tehmina + sec Mustafa
Begging Tehmina - dec Mustafa
Burst Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Pleaded Tehmina - dec Mustafa
Crucial sympathy Tehmina + reac Sympathy
He had changed Tehmina + sat Mustafa
Pitiful child Tehmina + ten Mustafa as child
False act Tehmina - comp Act
Strong man Tehmina + cap Mustafa as man
Dissolve into tears -Tehmina - hap Mustafa
Humble Tehmina + prop Mustafa
Repentant Tehmina + prop Mustafa
Grovel + prop Mustafa
He actually
changed
Tehmina + sat Mustafa
Exuberance of my
liberation
Tehmina + val Tehmina’s
Stable have Tehmina + reac Home
Darker bears Tehmina - reac Fears
Petulance Tehmina - cap Mustafa’s
Remorse Tehmina + prop Mustafa’s
Worried Tehmina Mustafa
Physical fears Tehmina - hap Fears
Innocent Tehmina + ver - reac Face
Shuddered Tehmina - Des Tehmina
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Analysis 10
Appraising items Appraiser Affect Judgement Appreciation Appraised
Gulped back tears Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Pretending to be
unaffected
Tehmina - Sec Tehmina
Taunts Tehmina -Sat Mustafa
Audacity Tehmina + Cap Mustafa
Word stung me Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
Had been
discarded
Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Spat like
sugarcane
Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
Destroy me Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Few more doses
of
Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Suggested Tehmina + Sec People
Repelled Tehmina - Sec Tehmina
Confused Tehmina - Sec Tehmina
Older Tehmina + Cap Tehmina
Sadder Tehmina - Hap Tehmina
Wiser Tehmina + Cap Tehmina
Scattered Tehmina - Sat Tehmina
Torturous Tehmina - Reac Path
Closed Tehmina - Reac Society
Obscene Tehmina - Prop Divorce
Intimate Tehmina + Comp Secrets
Greater Tehmina - Val Crime
Injustice Tehmina - Val Towards
society
Subservience Tehmina + Ten Silence
Malignant Tehmina - Reac Hypocrisy
Feudal Tehmina - Val Lords
Injustice Tehmina - Val Voices
Conventional Tehmina - Val Politics
Exploited Tehmina - Cap Many woman
Greater service Tehmina - Val Country
Expose Tehmina + Cap Camouflage
Determined Tehmina +Sec Tehmina
Decided Tehmina +Sec Tehmina
Decided Tehmina +Sec Tehmina
Traditional Tehmina - Val Silence