It was fascinating to talk to my father yesterday about the Indian partition. He was born in Hyderabad, his father a police commissioner, and had an incredibly happy childhood. The family, of the Shia branch of Islam, were relatively wealthy, with a large house, and he had close friends at school. “Abbas was a superb cricketer,” Dad said, “I’ll never forget him.”

Then, one day, his father told him and his four sisters that they would be moving to a new country. They had to leave the property — Indian law forbade them from selling it — to find a new life. “We took a boat from Bombay to Karachi,” Dad said. “I was only nine, but I remember being excited to be sailing. I didn’t realise…