Pakistan Travel Stories
Buner was the sub divison of Distt Swat be fore 1990.After that buner become a district in 1991.The living level of the peoples of buner is good.mostly they are working in malayisia,in middle east counterys and other country.Buner is conected to swat by kararakar road and qalail kandow.in the eastran side with shangla by chagharzay road,in the south there is sawabi district and west there is district Mardan whitch conected to buner by Rustam...
Mustafaabad(Old Name Jaali wala/Jhamat Janubi)
Mustafaabad (Jali wala/ Jhamat Janubi)
Population: 4000 Approx.
Tehsil: Darya Khan
Old Names of Village: Jaaliwala, Jhamat Janubi (Now it is Mustafaabad).
Resident Tribes: Khyara,Naich,Jhamat,Naee
Mohallas: Mohallah Khyaranwala, Naich Town,
Mohallah Jhamtanwala, Mohallah Nayanwala.
Schools: Govt Boys P/S, Govt.
Girls P/S#1 Naich Town, Govt. Girls P/S#2 Mohallah Khyaranwala.
Mustafaabad(Old name was Jhammat Janubi/ Jaali Wala)
My village is situated in Tehsil Draya Khan of District Bhakkar of Punjab (Pakistan). Its name is Mustafaabad. Some years ago its name was Jhammat Janubi/ Jaali Wala but now in 2010 it is renamed as Mustafaabad. It is 8 km from Murshidabad. Murshidabad is famous for Darbar Khawja Gul Hasan(R.A) and Khawja Abdul Ghafoor (R.A), who were Sufi and preacher of Islam. About my village, though it is not associated with any historical event; however it ...
Information given by Inqalab about the new name is of Jhammat Janubi (Mustafaabad) is totally wrong..............
Name of Village Jhammat Janubi is still Jhammat Janubi not Mustafaabd..
And nearby villages/Towns are Dullewala,Nahuwa,Goharwala,Jhammat Shumali,etc
Tehsil: Darya Khan
Old Name of Jhammat Janubi was Jhammat Jaali wala ...
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