Past in Perspective

Born between 1892 and 1897 in North Waziristan, Mirza Ali Khan, more famously known as the faqir of ipi, was a Pashtun tribal leader who waged an armed struggle against the British rule in the frontier regions. After performing Hajj in 1923, he settled down in the village of ipi, situated between Bannu and Razmak, and gained reputation for his ...

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