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I was dismissed, but the provisiona lorator of Auqaf came to me and said I was special, so they would give me a pension and appoint my son to my post. However, I refused.

but then I realized it was a cold day, and despite the jail administration not providing anything to keep me warm, I didn’t feel cold at all.When we started the movement for Tahaffuz e Namoos e Risalat ﷺ, the Punjab government warned me to stop, saying I would lose my job

which his father and brother brought to me. That letter is still with me. It was long, but the sentence that touched my heart was when Mumtaz Qadri wrote, “When you were in Koot Lakhpat Jail, I was there with you.” I wondered how that was possible

The jail superintendent asked what my profession was. I said I was a sweeper in the masjid, but his naaib suggested writing "Muazzin" instead. Afterward, I was released on a Friday. I received a letter from Mumtaz Qadri rahimahullah

I was arrested when we started the movement for the release of Mumtaz Qadri. When they brought me in the prison van, a police officer asked me, “Tum Deen ke thaikedaar ho?” I replied, “No, but I'm a watchman.” After that, I was shifted to Koot Lakhpat Jail.

but he asked where I was from. When I said Pakistan, he unexpectedly let me go in.

Life was going normally until the arrest of Mumtaz Qadri, and then his hanging changed my life completely.

Islamic history is at the top of my preference list. The person who affected me the most is Khalid bin Waleed Radiallahu anhu. I visited his mazaar and offered 2 Sunnat and 3 Witr prayers there. Interestingly, when I arrived, the timing had ended

Before joining Tehreek, I did a lot of studying. There was no TV or cable in the house, and I am fond of reading Safar naame. I have read Travelodge by Hakeem Saeed and Hakeem ul Ummat Mufti Ahmed Yaar Khan Naeemi.

I have two sons and four daughters. I developed an interest in Iqbal during my studies; I bought Kulliyat Iqbal and studied it deeply, along with many dictionaries for his Persian poetry.

he organized a program there and paid all expenses out of his pocket.
I graduated from the madrasah in 1988 and got a job with Auqaf in 1993, near Data Darbar in Peer Makki. I have since resigned

The year following the accident was very difficult, but the people of Lahore and Karachi supported me. My elder brother’s support has been invaluable; after my father, he cared for me, and his contributions during the Faizabad Dharna were impressive. After the Faizabad Dharna.

the driver became drowsy, and the car went straight. I asked him what he was doing, and then the accident happened. The driver and the car remained safe, but I sustained serious head injuries and nerve damage, resulting in paralysis below the waist.

and I thought of offering Nafal prayer there, but then I thought Nafal is valid in a running car, and this was the time of my accident. If I had offered that Nafal prayer in the mosque, the accident might not have happened.
After crossing the CNG station

There was a tea seller whose tea was good, but we didn’t stop there. Shah Jee was driving the car, and we stopped to fill the CNG tank. I performed ablution at the sink, which turned out to be my last ablution in good condition. There was a mosque nearby

accident was a difficult point in my life. This happened a year after father passed away, in 2009. My elder brother,Ameer Hussain, was constructing a mosque in the village, and I was going there.I offered Fajr prayer at Baheeera Interchange. At that moment, my heart felt strange.

When I went to the bus stand, I would tell her there was no need for her to come, but she insisted on staying behind to see me off. When the bus arrived at Yaka Toot and the driver pressed the horn, I knew it was time to leave. She passed away two years after my father.

which means that to spend life abroad, you need a big heart. My mother used to say that a horse and a young person have no country; wherever they go, they belong.

Whenever I went back home during vacations, she made sure all my needs were met.

When I was in Jehlum, I wrote a letter to my mother saying I was coming back. My mother asked my elder brother, Ameer, to write a letter for her, and she told him to include a Punjabi folk song part: “کالے کاں ماہیا وڈے دل کرئیے۔۔ پردیس کٹنے دے تے ماہیا,”

Next day, he passed away after Zuhr prayer, which was a difficult time for me.
My mother was not literate, but she was a woman of wisdom. Very few know that the phrase I often use,“پیڑاں ہور تے پھکیاں ہور,” is from her. It means the pain is diffrent, and the medicine is different

he asked me to lead the prayers, but this time he missed it. After Asar prayer, I told him I wanted to go back to Lahore. He said he was feeling better, then he kissed me on the head as usual, but this time it felt different. My intuition told me it was our last meeting.

I asked my family to bring onion and Daal wali roti. My father asked my sister-in-law to prepare everything and let her cook roti for him.

When the food was prepared, he woke me up, and we talked until Zuhr, mostly about past matters. Whenever I came to the village,

My father used to call me Hafiz. I arrived there after Fajr and knocked at the door. My father asked my niece to open the gate, saying Hafiz had come home. He was not ill, but he didn’t look well. I felt like it was his last time. He stood up and cuddled me with affection.

Allama Khadim Hussain Rizvi Sahab's father passed away in 2008. I was coming back to Lahore after addressing a mehfil in Mirpur, Azad Jammu and Kashmir, when my father called me and said he wasn't feeling well. I asked the driver to take me to the village.

saying it doesn’t get stained with oil. He used “Tara Meera” oil, which is very bitter, and I still follow this practice.
It is usually observed that fathers accompany their sons when they depart for other places, but in my case, my mother always came with me to the bus stand and

Sometimes, when he was in a good mood, he would ask me for my waist coat, saying, “Yaar, ye mujhe da do, achi lag rahi hai.” I would say I would bring him a new one, but he insisted that he wanted that one only. I often wore a brown topi, and sometimes he would ask for it too,

He would reply, "No, this is for my son; he doesn't like artificially made ghee." This custom continued even when I got a job; he never asked me for any favors. The only thing he said was, "Do the work for which I prepared you."

called me "Sufi" ironically. This angered my father so much that he stood up to beat him, but after an apology, the matter ended. My father used to bring Desi Ghee for me in Lahore, and sometimes village ladies would ask him, "Do you eat that much Desi Ghee?"

extracurricular activities. I never played any sports, but I have a special dislike 4cricket.
Like every mother loves her children, my mother loved me too, and my father loved me as well. He was very sensitive; once, a friend of his, Nawaz Sahab, who had participated in WW2

after the madrasah finished at 5, I would go alone to Minar e Pakistan, Lahore. There was a team playing volleyball there, and I would watch them until sunset, then I would go back and offer Maghrib prayer at Qazi Abdul Qayyum Sahab mosque in Sootar Mandi. These were my only