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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Among those Pathans who lived in the villages it was traditional that young boys slept outside in the Hujras. During the month of Ramadan after Isha prayers the young Non Ahmadi cousins of mine would congregate at our Hujra to spend the night. As we would not sleep until Sehr the time was passed by telling stories. In those days the stories of some notorious dacoits were written down in Pashto magazines. Every night one of the boys would read out the whole story of the courageous adventures of the dacoits and all others would listen to him in rapt attention. Many a time guitar would be played with some singing. There was no electricity in the village and we used lanterns. We would know by the smell and sound of Parathas being made by the ladies that it was time for sehr. Moreover a Fakir with a melodious voice would go into the streets singing songs about the blessings of keeping fast. He would go to every street in the village and would let the people know by singing that it was time for sehr. He never asked for any money for it. On Eid day people would voluntarily give him money, some garments and food.
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At the last day of Ramadhan the villagers would come out in the open for crescent sighting. Some of them would guns and some would have drums to be beaten if the moon was sighted. This was only a formality as the Fatwa whether the moon has been sighted or not would come from a Mufti living in nearby village. We would wait for some messenger from the Mufti to announce whether moon had been sighted or not. Usually the messenger arrived after Maghrib prayers. If he brought the news that the moon had been sighted and confirmed by the Mufti then there would be firing in the air and drums beaten. It would go on until Isha Prayers. Read More...