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...

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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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...

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...

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...

My youngest daughter has asked me to write about our elders. Unfortunately my paternal grandparents were non-Ahmadis. All my relatives from my father side are non-Ahmadis. They are of no importance to us. We did not inter- marry and so they were completely cut off from us.

My grandparents from mother side were Ahmadis. I have written about them in one of my episodes. I would like to trace their progeny in this episode for the benefit of our younger generation. Read More...

My mother, Fatima Bibi, was the eldest daughter of Hadhrat Moulvi Muhammad Ilyas Khan Sahib who lived in Mastung in Baluchistan. Perhaps my mother was born there. She was very dear to him. She was most fortunate in that a spiritual person of such a high order brought her up. The name of her mother was Ashraaf Bibi.

She was still very young when she was married to my father. Soon after their marriage, my parents returned to live in our ancestral village Mohib Banda and that is where they spent the rest of their lives. Their love, affection, co-operation and mutual respect were a shining example for the whole family to follow. Never, throughout my life, did I ever see any unpleasantness between them. As in those days it was not customary for the girls to be educated, my mother’s learning had not gone very far. At home, she learnt to recite the Holy Quran. Habitually she would perform ablution before reciting a portion of the Quran. Every single day, in a subdued voice, we heard her recitation.
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