As far as I can remember, I have always been fascinated by the built heritage of my country and my fondness to play with wet clay. With the former I was enamored because of the vivacity, diversity of architecture and it’s antiquity. With wet clay, I was always impressed with its silken touch, it’s malleability to adapt to any shape, readiness to bend, fold and mold. I have lived with these obsessions for a long time but always had the feeling that the two must be interwoven with each other and seen together in an anatomical relationship with each other. Heritage is what gives a nation its identity. It is certainly true in case of the built-heritage of Pakistan.
This rich and varied heritage still pervades through our historical cities and towns; reverberates in our bazaars, streets and allays and pulsates through mosques and mausoleums, forts and majestic havelies. At the time of our independence (August 14, 1947) we had a variety of monuments as a significant record of our glorious heritage. Our over sixty years of history is a sad reflection of constant deterioration in almost every department of our country. The buildings and monuments which existed in 1947 have either disappeared totally or are at the verge of complete annihilation. Even those monuments which are on the World Heritage list have been subjected to criminal neglect and vandalism. I have selected some dilapidated, neglected, forgotten monuments which no one bothers to look at. Through my work I have endeavored to create an awareness to save our built-heritage.
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