On that day, there was darkness and silence. The televisions were black. Journalists kept trying to get some answers but nobody was taking their calls. Late that night I managed to find my way into the Nawa-i-Waqt office and was the first one to challenge Musharraf’s coup in a press conference.

Since then, I was with Begum Kulsoom Nawaz at every point. In 2000, we were on our way to a jalsa with Begum Sahiba when our path got blocked by a crane at the F.C College bridge in Lahore. Begum Kulsoom refused to leave her vehicle so the crane lifted up her car and I was the only one standing there behind her. I clung to the crane as it drove away. It was all I could do at that moment. They beat me and broke my finger, but I clung on. You see, there were so few people left standing next to Begum Kulsoom and the party at the time. There were so few of us left carrying the flag.

There are many historical moments I will never forget. At a jalsa on 23rd March, 2001, at the Railway Chowk in Lahore, I shouted, “Nawaz Sharif Zindabad!” The police, the rangers, the army, they threw me on the ground and beat me. They arrested me and kept me in Kot Lakpat jail for almost a month. I spent time in Sheikhupura jail and in Mianwali jail. I was in jail even when my father died. When I lifted his janaza, my wrists were in handcuffs.

I met Mian Nawaz Sharif at the Attock Qilla and was in the courtroom when he was awarded the life sentence in 2000. Judge Jafri was the judge and he looked worried and nervous. Everyone was terrified. Saif-ur-Rehman was weeping. I remember well, Mian Nawaz Sharif told the judge, “Jafri Sahib, I have no grievances with you. Whatever my punishment is, read it and do not worry.”