Mohsin-ul-Mulk - Family and Early Life

Family and Early Life

Syed Mehdi Ali was the son of Syed Mir Zaamin Ali, and was born in the town of Etawah. Most of his early education was in and around Etawah. As per the trends and tradition during that period, he was given a thorough basic education in Persian and Arabic.He wrote the book "Aayaat-o-Bayyanat".

In 1867, he sat for the Provincial Civil Service examination and topped the list of successful candidates. He was appointed as Deputy Collector in the North-Western Provinces. In 1874, Syed Mehdi Ali proceeded to Hyderabad to enter into the service of the Nizam. For his meritorious services over nearly 20 years, he was granted the titles of Munir Nawaz Jang and Nawab Mohsin-ul-Mulk by the Nizam of Hyderabad.

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