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Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto

Fourth president and ninth prime minister of pakistan (1928-1979).

Born January 5th, 1928 in Larkana. [ref]

Died April 4th, 1979 at 51 years old in Rawalpindi (hanging). [ref]

Occupations
diplomat, lawyer, politician

Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto, a legendary figure in Pakistani history, passed away on April 4, 1979 at the age of 51. He was a central figure in the struggle for independence of the newly-born Pakistani state and held the office of Prime Minister of Pakistan from 1973 to 1977. Bhutto was the son of Sir Shah Nawaz Bhutto of Larkana, Sindh, and was educated at the University of California, Berkeley and Oxford. Upon returning to Pakistan, he joined the All-India Muslim League and championed for the establishment of a separate state for Indian Muslims. After the partition of India and Pakistan, he held various ministerial posts in the first Pakistani government. In 1970, Mr. Bhutto's Pakistan People's Party (PPP) was elected to power, and Bhutto assumed the office of Prime Minister. His tenure is known for the nationalization of industries, extensive land reforms, and an assertive foreign policy, which resulted in Pakistan becoming one of the first Muslim countries to acquire nuclear capability. Unfortunately, his term was cut short as he was overthrown in a military coup in 1977, and ultimately he was executed in 1979 after being convicted of conspiring to murder a political opponent. His death resulted in nationwide protests and a wave of mourning, with his supporters eulogizing him as the "Lion of the East". Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto will be remembered for his struggle for Pakistan's independence and remarkable contributions to the nation. He leaves behind his wife, Mrs. Nusrat Bhutto and their four children, including the late Prime Minister of Pakistan and PPP leader, Benazir Bhutto. May his soul rest in peace.

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