The Times Editorial - June 17th 1908

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My Dedication of Life for the service of Islam

After having spent many years in Waqf, even today, based on my own experience I can truthfully say that the folks from my region have, through Allah’s Mercy and Grace, always shown me great respect. Whenever I visit the Frontier Province and whomever I meet, I am always shown great respect and esteem. Read More...
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A Freezing Night in London

On 18th February 1959, we left Liverpool, where our ship had docked and reached London Euston Station. At the station we were received by Imam of the London Mosque Maulood Ahmad Khan, Abdul Azeez Deen, Chaudhry Muhammad Ashraf, Moulvi Abd ur Rahman and Professor Sultan Mahmood Shahid. We proceeded towards the Mission House in Moulvi Abd ur Rahman’s car.
The whole of London was brightly lit; the Christmas decorations in the streets and in the shops were still there. Up until then I had never seen such a big city. On our way Moulvi Abd ur Rahman gave us a running commentary on the various historical buildings. Finally, we arrived at 63 Melrose Road (the Mission House) where the Imam had arranged for a sumptuous meal. For the first time in three weeks, we ate spinach with meat and we loved it. During the voyage, for fear that, the meat may not be Halal, we did not touch it.
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My Grand Father, Abdul Hannan Khan


Our grandfather had developed considerable animosity against Ahmadiyyat. Our father became an Ahmadi while he was in Mastung ( BAluchistan). He wrote to his father telling him that he had accepted Ahmadiyyat and invited him to join the fold. Our grandfather received an unbearable shock. He took his son’s letter to the Mullah of the local Mosque and asked him to respond to his son’s letter. In order to disentangle himself the Mullah said that he should write to his son and make it clear to him that he had become an apostate. The Mullah also said that to reply to a letter of an infidel is tantamount to becoming an infidel. Therefore, he counselled him not to reply to his son’s letter. My grandfather was not quite content with the advice of the Mullah and he continued to be greatly distressed which resulted in his illness. As the days passed by, he became feeble and weak. He would often say to our grandmother:

“While I am still alive Danishmand has pushed me into a grave. I am so humiliated that I dare not show my face to others.”

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Narrow Escape

In 1986 I was stationed in Rabwah as Vakilud Diwan in Tehriki Jadid Offices. I was well settled there and had constructed a comfortable four bedroom house in a prestigious locality of Rabwah for myself and my children. In the end of March of that Year, on the insistence of a few friends I decided to write Memoirs of my long companionship with Hazrat Chaudhri Muhammad Zafrullah Khan Sahib. I had developed close relationship with him since 1959 when I arrived in England as the Deputy Imam of the London Mosque.
It was my great fortune to play host to this great scion of Ahmadiyyat and a world leader from 1972 to 1979 when he retired from the International Court of Justice and settled in a top flat at the UK Mission House. I was then the Imam of the London Mosque and Missionary In charge of UK Ahmadiyya Muslim Mission. He occupied the top flat of the Mission House while I had the middle flat as my residence. My wife and children looked after him as he had no family members living with him in London.
In the end of 1979 I was recalled to the International Headquarters of the Ahmadiyya Movement at Rabwah. Read More...
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Memories from T.I. College

I got admission at T.I. School; Qadian in 1945.The Boarding House of the School was at a stone’s throw from the School. It had a huge gate which remained locked most of the time. The Boarders had to take permission from the Tutor to go out and was given a pass which he was required to show at the time of his re-entry to the Boarding House.

I was allotted a bed in a large dormitory with a cupboard to store my belongings. The Boarding House only supplied a Charpai (Wooden cot). The students had to bring with them their own beddings. There were four blocks and in the middle was an open courtyard. On one side of the building was a large Dinning room. At one end of a block there were washrooms and this area was called Tank Room. In it there were large tanks full of cold water for Wudu and for taking a shower. In winter months the water used to be almost frozen and performing Wudu was really a sacrifice. In the middle of the courtyard there was a hand water pump for drinking water. Read More...
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Narrow Escape Pt 2

In 1953 I was a fourth year student at T.I. College Lahore. From the beginning of 1953 the Anti Ahmadiyya Ulemas (Clerics) had started a movement in Punjab to force the Government to declare Ahmadis as a non Muslim Minority in Pakistan. Majlis Ahrar was at the fore front of this Movement. They had some fire brand Orators who were trying to stir the emotions of the general Muslim population against us. Unfortunately the Punjab Government headed by Mian Mumtaz Daulatana was in league with them secretly and was funding them. They were given a free hand and all facilities were provided to them. Large amounts of funds were secretly given to some of the newspapers in Lahore to give full backing and publicity to them. Read More...
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My Wedding, Episode 2

My mother was not feeling very well even before our wedding day but on the next day of our wedding she became very ill. She did not go with us to Peshawar on the wedding day due to her illness. We were very worried as there were no adequate medical facilities in the village. On the fourth day of our wedding we decided to take her to Peshawar for a check up. In a rented car we took her to Peshawar and got her admitted to the Lady Reading Hospital. We left Salima in the village with my sisters and some other relatives who were still there. This was a very trying time for us all. Read More...
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My 50th Wedding Anniversary

There are many happy returns of the days in one’s life but the fiftieth wedding anniversary never returns. It occurs only once in a lifetime. We are fortunate to have had this day in our lives. I had never thought even in my wild dreams that I would see this day in my life. God is Great who has graciously dawned upon us this happiest day of our live Read More...
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Ahmadiyyat Marches On

Let us look back into the past hundered years history of Ahmadyyat and the opposition of the anti Ahmadiyya maulvis and see on whose side was the hand of God working. We all know that from the very inception of Ahmadiyyat these biggoted maulvis have been trying their best to disrupt the onward march of the Ahmadiyya Movement but they met with utter failure and the march of Ahmadiyyat went forward from strength to strength. Every year hundreds of thousands of new converts join the movement all over the world. The seed of Ahmadiyyat has so far been planted in more than one hundered and fifty countries of the world. Thousands of new mosques are being built by the Jamaat in various countries of the world. Dozens of new Missionary colleges have been opened in Africa, Europe, Canada and Indonesia. Thousands of parents are devoting their new borns for the service of Islam and Ahmadiyyat. Hundreds of new books and magazines are being published all over the world by the Jamaat. Millions of needy and poor people are being helped by HUMANITY FIRST, a social welfare wing of the Jamaat. This help is given to all, irrespective of their religion, race or colour. The Ahmadiyya Jamaat has opened dozens of hospitals, hundereds of schools and thousands of free Homeopathic clinincs all over the world. Read More...
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Furqan Force

In June 1948, I was ordered to report to the Commandant of the Furqan Force at Jhelum. I went to my village to get permission from my parents. I told my father that I had volunteered to fight the Indian Army on the Kashmir Front. My father was very happy that I had responded to the call of Hazrat Khalifatul Masih but my mother was greatly worried and sad. I was her eldest son and was very young. She became very emotional and wept when I bade her farewell. My father accompanied me to the nearest Railway Station to see me off. Read More...
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