The TFT Story

The Friday Times History

By Najam Sethi

The idea of a truly independent and liberal paper was born one night as I lay fuming under the stars on a hot and sticky August night in Kot Lakhpat Jail in Lahore in 1984.

The idea of a truly independent and liberal paper was born one night as I lay fuming under the stars on a hot and sticky August night in Kot Lakhpat Jail in Lahore in 1984. The country was writhing under martial law. Not a single newspaper editor had dared to write the truth about why General Zia ul Haq had used “preventive detention” laws to jail me. In fact they had all readily clutched at the officially sponsored lies about my case. One day, I silently raged, I would have my own paper and it would stand up to tyranny and expose the lies and fear that stalk our everyday lives.

main cartoonGeneral Zia ul Haq didn’t like me. I had published “From Jinnah to Zia” by Justice (retd) Mohammad Munir after every major publisher in the country had turned it down because it was overly critical of the dictator. After the author’s death a couple of years later, a khaki emissary advised me to quietly withdraw the book from sale. “You can ban it”, I had demurred. Then I published a book on US-Pak Relations whose cover was taken from a painting by the famous artist Mian Ijaz ul Hasan. It showed the US Aid emblem in which there are two clasped hands in friendship, except that Mian Ijaz had rendered one of the hands as a skeleton and squeezed a drop of blood out of it. The then US Ambassador to Pakistan protested to General Zia and the dye was cast. When Henry Kissinger complained about his book being pirated by a bookseller in Karachi, they went instead for me in Lahore and bunged me in as a “terrorist”. Amnesty International and BBC investigated the case and rubbished the authorities. But not a single Pakistani newspaper was prepared to expose the lie. In the event, no charges were formally pressed and I was released a month later. But by then an idea had begun to germinate whose time would come one day.

There is a passage in Emma Duncan’s wonderful book on Pakistan written in 1987 (Breaking the Curfew) that describes the path Jugnu Mohsin, my wife and TFT’s publisher, had to take during 1985-1988 for permission to publish TFT.

In order to start a magazine, an applicant has to have his form cleared and stamped by, in turn, the city magistrate, the local police, the city magistrate, the provincial press information department, the chief minister’s office, the provincial press information department, the federal press information department, the intelligence bureau, the federal press information department, the provincial press information department, the deputy commissioner and, once again, for luck, the provincial press information department.

In order to start a magazine, an applicant has to have his form cleared and stamped by, in turn, the city magistrate, the local police, the city magistrate

Several decisions were critical and some moments were noteworthy. Jugnu had to be the listed as the “publisher” because I was too notorious an offender for comfort. Then we waited to apply pending the arrival of a City Magistrate who might be more sympathetic than curious. As luck would have it, Mr Sher Afghan, with antecedents in Okara from where Jugnu’s family hails, arrived on the scene in 1985 and helped push the application along. Then a friendly Director General Public Relations Punjab nudged the file to chief minister Nawaz Sharif’s office where it lay in cold storage for months until Jugnu’s cousin-in-law Javed Bokhari was appointed principal secretary to the CM and put up the file to Nawaz Sharif.

When Jugnu was called for an interview with Mr Sharif, she was pregnant with Mira and looking sufficiently benign. Nawaz was pleased to note that she was the niece of Syed Sajjad Haider, a stalwart of the Muslim League from Okara. But he was more than a little curious when she confirmed for him that she was Syeda Abida Hussain’s cousin. “Ah”, said Nawaz, his eyes narrowing, “is this going to be a political paper?”. “Of course not”, Jugnu smiled back, feigning innocence, “it’s going to be a social chit chat thing, you know, with lots of pictures of parties and weddings”.

“Good”, advised Nawaz, adding “I hope you won’t get me into trouble”. And with a flourish he signed the paper.

A month later, there was a knock on my office door and in walked a thick set, rather ominous looking Police Inspector with a file under his arm.

“Najam Aziz Sethi, s/o Abdul Aziz Sethi?”, he inquired in an officious manner. “Yes”, I mumbled.

“I’m from the IB”, he explained in Urdu, “Have you applied for permission to start a weekly paper?”

“No”, I said quickly, my heart skipping a beat. “But my wife wants to take out a social chit-chat thingie”, I volunteered eagerly.

His eyes twinkled. He smiled wryly and leaned over the table.

“Same difference, Sethi Sahib.”

Silence. I rubbed my hands under the table. He smiled, surveyed my office, pulled out a chair and made himself comfortable.

“Would you like some tea?” I asked.

“No sugar, please, I have diabetes”.

“Is there a problem with the permission?”, I asked innocently.

“There could be”, he pursed his lips mysteriously, “if you are involved”.

“But I’m not involved. You see…”.

“Come, come Sethi Sahib, we know all about you. You’re a trouble maker, aren’t you, always upsetting people and going to prison”, he said menacingly. “Your wife is fronting for you, isn’t she? There’s no way you can be cleared.”

“Hmmn”, I nodded glumly, not to affirm that I was a “trouble maker” but to confirm to myself that the game was over.

The tea arrived. He stirred it, helped himself to a handful of biscuits.

“How did my book sell?” he asked.

I was nonplussed and couldn’t place the Urdu book in question. It must have showed on my expression.

“Forgotten about it, haven’t you?” he chuckled. “I’ve seen a lot of unsold copies lying about in your shop”, he noted.


“But if they haven’t sold out, why have you paid the supplier in full?”, he inquired. Then he proceeded to pull a book out of his file and placed it on the table in front of me.

“Oh, this, yes, yes, some fellow came to see me some months ago and said he was hard up and wanted me to sell this book. It didn’t sell at all but I gave him the cash anyway because he seemed genuinely in difficulty”, I explained.

“Do you remember who that fellow was?”, he grinned mysteriously.

Oh no, I thought, maybe there’s some subversive material in this book and they’re going to pin it on me.

“No, I don’t remember”, I said flatly.

“I see”, he said softly. Silence. A long silence. He slurped his tea with evident pleasure.

“This book, Sethi Sahib, is written by my deceased father”, he finally explained, “I was in civvies when I brought it to your shop three months ago after every bookseller in Lahore had refused to stock it, let alone sell it. I didn’t tell you I worked for the IB. But you not only took it, you gave me full payment in cash last month even though many copies remain unsold”.

“Really?”, I said dumbly, with vague recollections of someone imploring me to buy the book because he needed the money desperately.

“Really!”, he exclaimed emphatically. “You may be a trouble maker for some but for me you’re an angel”.

Relief. Smiles all round. More slurping of tea. He got up, shook my hand, and turned on his heel. At the door, he turned around, bowed, and said: “Good luck with your paper, sir, the IB is going to say that Jugnu Mohsin Sahiba’s father is in the clear and we shall omit to note whether she is married or not”.

Permission to publish TFT arrived in the post to Jugnu in 1987, three years after the application was submitted in 1985.

But General Zia was still around. And there was no sign of any press freedom. In fact, only months earlier, Aziz Siddiqui, the gentle editor of the Frontier Post in Peshawar, had been relieved under ISI pressure because he had published a small item about how Mrs Zia ul Haq had drawn on the public exchequer for medical treatment abroad. So we determined to lie low.

But that was easier said than done. Under the law, we were obliged to publish the paper within three months, failing which the permission would lapse. So Jugnu did the unprecedented thing of writing for permission to the DC to delay the publication of TFT for one year because of circumstances beyond her control. She explained that she had just had a baby and was too busy being a mother to be an editor or publisher. The usual “family” strings were pulled and permission was duly granted. We were in the throes of asking for another year’s extension when General Zia ul Haq perished in an air crash.

That night Jugnu and I sat up until the early hours of the morning planning the new paper. In the following weeks, we marshaled our meager resources and by December were ensconced in a small office on Turner Road, just behind the Lahore High Court. I went around Lahore and Karachi to the offices of the Big Wigs in the media asking for advice. One media baron bluntly said “If you’re got money to throw away, give it to charity”; another advised “It’s more difficult than a daily, that’s why we’ve not ventured into an English weekly”. But five months later, in May 1989, Jugnu and I launched TFT without a thought of how it would survive in the big bad world out there.

Najam Sethi is the Editor-in-Chief of The Friday Times. He is based in Lahore and wrote this editorial for the 15th Anniversary of The Friday Times

Comments 13

  1. Abubakr Farrukh says:

    Dear Sir,

    I am a political science researcher and have recently completed with my MPhil thesis, titled, “The Prospect of Electoral Reform in the Electoral System: the Case Study of First-Past-the-Post System in Pakistan.”
    I’ve done this qualitative research with 38000-long word document that earned me top grades in the Department of Political Science, UMT Lahore. I have plans for writing as a career as it comes natural to me.
    I wish to work with one of the most prestigious English newspapers of the country which could not only enhance my exposure to the more complicated tasks, but add to my CV for my future career as well.
    I shall be greatly obliged. Thanks.

    Best Regards,
    Abubakr Farrukh

  2. Syed Sadaqat Hussain says:

    Subject: Estate Agents illegally extorting money

    It is my solemn duty to inform people and the residence of Rabia City, Gulistan-e-Jauhar that some criminal minded Estate Agents illegally extorting money from landlords through the help of their culprit tenants. These tenants blackmail the owners. Neither they pay the regulars utility bills nor monthly rents. When the owner asking to vacant the flats, these tenants threaten their political leaders to the owners and demanded a huge amount of money for the vacate flats. In this context, I would urge the concerned departments such as FIA, NAB and the Honourable Courts to take immediate action for the protection of innocent owners of the locality.

    Syed Sadaqat Hussain
    MA in I.R. and Mass Communications
    Sr. Journalist
    Member HRCP
    Cell No.03452131876

  3. Onkar Sharma says:

    Sethi sb. why is that your magazine doesn´t carry any articles of Indian (Hindu) authors? The only articles written by Saeed Naqvi (Muslim) sees the light of the day. Are Hindu journalists banned by the Miltestablishment irrespective of the theme either for, against or neutral?

  4. yasir says:

    dear sir please update your line height setting for Urdu font normal into 50 px then your post is much more readable .

  5. Zakria Khan says:

    Please keep publishing e-paper. Being from remote area, this newspaper is not available at out place.

  6. Nasira Nawaz says:

    Dear Friday Times Team,

    I seek your help in informing the general public that my nephew Zeeshan Iftikhar has by force taken over my house in Faisalabad. He is an officer in the motorway police in Faisalabad and claims to be an encounter specialist.

    He has settled his three brothers in my house and has threatened me with violence if we complain about this qabza. He had promised to vacate the house on August 26, 2021 but refused to meet me. The address of the house is 63-A, Liaquat Town Faisalabad.

    I, Nasira Nawaz am the owner of this property in Faisalabad and have documents to prove my ownership. I am a widow and 77 years old. I am also a covid survivor and not in good health. I am old and cannot keep coming to Faisalabad to request Zeeshan Iftikhar and his brothers to vacate my house.

    Zeeshan Iftikhar can be contacted at 03236046148 and lives in Motorway City in Faisalabad. He is known to keep fake challan forms and pockets challans from motorway travelers. His brother, Rizwan Iftikhar can be contacted at 03009665526.
    I request that an urgent action and inquiry be made into motorway police officer Zeeshan Iftikhar as he has plans to sell my house in Faisalabad to a qabza group. He has already approached the relevant patwari in Faisalabad to illegally procure the ‘fard’ of my property and is currently meeting qabza groups.

    I thank you in advance for your attention and look forward to your support.
    Best regards,
    Nasira Nawaz

  7. Lalit Mohan says:

    I am a freelance journalist based in Gurgaon, Haryana, India. I want to send an article on the events of October 1947 to you for publication in the Friday times in the last week of this month. Please let me know if you are willing to consider it for use in your newspaper.

  8. Hem Raj Jain says:

    Dear Sir / Madam

    Prez Biden should constrain the government of Pakistan through the UN or otherwise (i)- To provide safe passage to marching TLP to Islamabad and a proper demonstration / sit-in place for them at Islamabad and (ii)- To conduct referendum on the issue of expulsion of French ambassador, as mentioned at:-

    Despite 20 years of US-presence, Afghanistan has seen the death of democracy in it. It is hoped that Prez Biden will not preside over another death of democracy, this time in Pakistan.


    Hem Raj Jain

    (Author of ‘Betrayal of Americanism’)

    Shakopee, MN, USA

    Whatsapp: +91-7353541252 Mo: +1-9524911507

    • Yasir says:

      How can I subscribe for print version of magazine with home delivery in Pakistan.

  9. Ras Siddiqui says:

    What are your new email addresses for Article submission. The old Friday Times emails bounced back.

  10. Asim Shah says:

    Excellent brief on the history of TFT, a weekly, which I started to read from 1991. Used to look forward to every weekend, where I would get it through post, and still do, although the online version is a bit convenient, but can never beat the feel of a paper in one’s hands. This newspaper is the one I only trusted, as I saw it talking about issues which even DAWN avoided. Though now I feel it has tilted towards one side, but in my heart I hope that this isn’t so.
    All the best for the future.

  11. Adil Zareef says:

    a lovely piece about the bygone period….. nostalgia!

  12. aliakber says:

    Najam sethi is great.

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