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Jinnah's Life in London

Quaid-e-Azam's daughter Dina Jinnah | Dina Wadia

Rutti Jinnah | Biography

Jinnah -The Theater & The Shakespearean Actor | Early Days of Jinnah's Life | Biography

Jinnah's journey to London 1893 | Early Days of Jinnah's Life | BIOGRAPHY

Quaid-e-Azam's First Marriage | Jinnah & Emibai wedding | Early Day of Jinnah's Life | BIOGRAPHY

Birth Place & Schooling | Early Days of Jinnah's Life | BIOGRAPHY

Rise from the Dust!

Hector Bolitho recalls a conversation with a former classmate of Mr Jinnah, then in his eighties and relates it to the character of the great man. His biography was first published in 1954.

Jinnah: The Man - The Young Jinnah

by Hector Bolitho   Jinnah Creator of Pakistan is the best biography of Jinnah yet written by a Westerner. Hector Bolitho is an English journalist. In this selection he considers some of the significant influences on the young Jinnah. Most of the Jinnah’s observers have noted that he was strict and methodical in his habits and attitudes. Both in small matters, such as his monocle, and in large matters, such as his belief in constitutional procedure, Jinnah remained consistent from his early teens to the end of his life. The picture Bolitho gives of the able young student and advocate, aware of his abilities and of the obstacles before him, is an important clue to Jinnah’s later activities.   In the heart of the bustling new city is old Karachi, the town of mellow houses that Jinnah knew as a boy. Some of the streets are so narrow, and the houses so low, that the camels ambling past can look in the first-floor windows. In one of these narrow streets, Newnham Road, is the house – since

Ruttie Jinnah's last letter to Jinnah

S. S. Rajputana, Marseilles 5 Oct 1928 Darling – thank you for all you have done. If ever in my bearing your once tuned senses found any irritability or unkindness – be assured that in my heart there was place only for a great tenderness and a greater pain – a pain my love without hurt. When one has been as near to the reality of Life (which after all is Death) as I have been dearest, one only remembers the beautiful and tender moments and all the rest becomes a half veiled mist of unrealities. Try and remember me beloved as the flower you plucked and not the flower you tread upon. I have suffered much sweetheart because I have loved much. The measure of my agony has been in accord to the measure of my love. Darling I love you – I love you – and had I loved you just a little less I might have remained with you – only after one has created a very beautiful blossom one does not drag it through the mire. The higher you set your ideal the lower it falls. I have loved you my darlin

A Portrait of Ruttie Jinnah on her biography by Khwaja Razi Haider