Here is the description of the program of Mirza Qadiani cursed Azli from disease of death to death and then from death to burial.
Disease: Cholera
Day: Tuesday
Time: 10:30
Season: Summer
Month: May
Date: 26th
City: Lahore
Place of Death: Tati Khana
Burial: Qadian
On which he was taken from Lahore to Qadian: Freight vehicle
“The Final Decision” with Maulvi Sanaullah Sahib In it Mirza Qadiani addressed Maulana Sahib and wrote: “If I am such a liar and a slanderer as you often make me out to be in your paper, I shall perish in your lifetime.” I humbly pray to your Lord that in my lifetime, destroy them, not by human hands, but by the deadly diseases of plague and cholera.
Mubahlah is confirmed by the Sunnah of Khatam al-Nabieen (PBUH) and the punishment of Allah is revealed on the liar in Mubahlah because in this Mubahlah, Mirza Qadiani had written a request to Lord Dhul-Jalal that Mola, kill the liar in the life of the truth so it became a program to kill his real rival Maulana Amritsari in his lifetime but first of all the question arose as to which disease Mirza Qadiani should be killed. On this question, all the diseases begged before Allah. “The fever said! Mola, handing him over to me, I will burn his existence with my heat and make the dust black. Cancer said, Lord Dhul-Jalal! Put him in my torture, I will make his whole body boil, his heels will rub and his life will come out in installments. So if I impose on him, I will blow his mind. Mr. Cholera was sitting in a corner. He stood up with great respect and addressed Allah Ta’ala and said. Mola! You have terrible diseases, I am nothing compared to them, but Mola! Because I am the dirtiest of all your diseases and Mirza Qadiani is the dirtiest of all your creations, so the rule is to beat the dirty with the dirty. Therefore, I have the right to kill Mirza. There was silence in the atmosphere and the decision was in favor of Cholera.”
Then the question arose that which day of his death should be kept? Every day is begging in front of Allah that Mirza may died at his feet and he could cool his heart by seeing him throbbing but Tuesday said while crying. O Allah! Mirza Qadiani Kazab said that Tuesday is a very inauspicious day. The arrows coming out of his mouth are stuck in my chest, God! Now the justice for me will be that he should be killed on Tuesday so that the jinn and humans will continue to shower curses on him for the rest of the world. What was it then, Tuesday wins.
The question arose whether he should be killed during the day or at night. Day began to say “My Lord! let him be killed during the day, because he used to do all the work of his false prophethood during the day. He used to collect money from people during the day. Share his inspirations during the day. And he used to debate in the morning. He used to accept bribes in the kitchen. My Lord, he committed great sins in me, so my debt should be paid and he should be killed in the day. Night said in a loud voice, “If the decision is to be made according to the proportion of his sins and dark deeds, then my Lord! He used to drink Alcohol in night and he used to press his legs with Bhanu. Iblis used to come at night and bless him with his satanic revelation and give him the program for the next day. He used to write his false works in the dark of night. He used to count the donations he collected from people all day and used to laugh happily at night. And then when he was tired of doing evil deeds, he would lie down on the bed and then in the darkness and silence of the night, young girls would start fanning him and this naked humanity would sleep in the winds of indecency. But it was decided that Mirza will die on the day.
Then the question arose as to what time the day should be killed. Finally, “Ten” got up and began to pray. O Sami and Aleem! If he is killed at one o’clock, he will be punished for a crime. Likewise, even if he was executed at twelve o’clock at night, his indictment would only contain twelve crimes, but My Lord! His crimes are countless. My Mola! This person is the greatest criminal of the Islamic world in every aspect and in every dimension. Therefore, all his crimes can be described as “ten numbers” and because it is ten numbers, it is more than ten numbers and “ten and a half numbers”. Therefore, he should be killed at half past ten. This answer was very logical and based on wisdom. Therefore, the time of Mirza Qadiani’s death was fixed at half past ten.
Then the question arose that Mirza Qadiani should be killed in summer or winter? Summer said by giving heated arguments. O God! Kill it in summer because if it dies in winter it will take a day or two. And if he died in the summer, a filthy apostate dead, the death of cholera from above. The discharge of filth from the mouth and anus is continuous, the shroud is covered in filth, the scorching and scorching sun from above, the stench of the dead body will rise to such an extent that the minds of the Qadianis will burst. Where the funeral procession will pass, people will run away, unable to bear the stench. After listening to the arguments of the heat, the cold surrendered to the efficacy of the heat and announced its resignation in favor of the Summer.
Then the question arose that which month should be kept? All the months that followed in the summer began to make arguments in their favor. But the month of May prevailed over all. May began to pray, O Lord Zuljalal! Summer starts with me. My pointed and fire-raining rays will raise such storms of stench, stench and rot from Mirza’s body that Alaman and Hafeez. Apart from this, I also have a natural right that May and Mirza Qadiani start from M. M to May and M to Maseeh Liar. M to May and M to Minara Al Masih. M to May and M to Murtad (Apostate). The month of May was being spoken and all the months were listening to his arguments. The decision was on merit and May was declared the winner.
Then the question arose that which date should be kept in May? Each date was given an opportunity to speak in turn. But the 26th date was started pleading with Allah. “O Lord of heaven and earth! The full name of this false prophet is “Mirza Ghulam Ahmad Qadiani Nabi Farang”. If the alphabets of his full name i.e. “Mirza Ghulam Ahmed Qadiani Nabi Farang” are counted, they become twenty-six. So it’s my natural right. Everyone congratulated 26th May on this unique, quirky and untouchable argument.
After setting the date of death, the question arose that in which city did Mirza Qadiani die? The city of Lahore said, Lord! Every city is yearning to capture the enemy of Your Messenger (PBUH). But he owes me a debt, a few years ago this Dajjal challenged to your Wali Kamil Peer Mehr Ali Shah Gulari to a debate in the Shahi Masjid of Lahore. But at the same time Mirza Qadiani escaped from the field and I was left grinding my teeth. Ever since then, I have been burning in the flames of revenge. So hand it over to me so that I can cool my burning liver. Lahore fought his case well and emerged victorious. The problem was decided that Mirza Qadiani would die in Lahore. But then the question arose as to where he would die in Lahore. The decision was made in favor of Tatti khana.
Then the question arose that in which city should Mirza Qadiani be buried? But Qadian asked for permission and started his address first. O Adil Azam! He took birth from my womb. Wrote my name with his name. He made me the center of his prophecy. The fitnah created by him began to get my name, namely Fitnah Qadian. This curse cursed my existence. I was unable to face anyone. This venomous snake breeding on my land should be handed over to me so that I can break its ribs while lying in the grave. I can see it burning in flickering flames. I can hear his screams in the pouring rain. I can see snakes scratching his wandering tongue. Mola! These are my wishes, please accept my request. Qadian’s arguments were so based on facts that the verdict was immediately given in favor of Qadian.
Then the question arose that his funeral should be taken to Qadian on which carriage? Yakka said! Hand him over to me, I will destroy his mouth with wealth. The car spoke! O Mola! I’ll get punctured in some desert along the way and it’ll rot there. Bus said, give it to me, I’ll be spoiled on the way. It will swell and double from rot. The rest of the Qadiani will swell and quadruple with a push. In the end, the freight car spoke, O Qahaar! Humans travel in a single-carriage bus, but sheep, goats, donkeys, rams, cows, buffaloes, chickens, ducks, dogs and pigs are loaded from one place to another. It is the worst animal in human form. So this right is only mine. The freight arguments were weighty. So the good was given to the vehicle. With that, the program was completed. And sealed.
The sun rises from the east and sets in the west. Finally May 26 came. Tuesday came. Mr. Cholera armed himself and reached Lahore. Mirza Qadiani arrives at the house of one of his devotees, Brandruth Road, Lahore. There is an era of satanic discourse in the crowd of the devotee. The day has run its course and left with its light. It’s time for dinner. The table is set. Palau, korma, chicken, halwa, fern, pheasant and quail are showing their spring and spreading fragrances. The gluttonous Mirza Qadiani is wiping food with both hands and thirty-two teeth. The stomach is full. But the pot of intention is empty. In front Mr. Cholera stands smiling and waiting for the attack signal. Cholera attacks like a specialist commando and twists in Mirza Qadiani’s stomach. He runs to the toilet holding his stomach. When he is finished, again the twist occurs in his stomach, then he again run towards the toilet. Weakness and exhaustion take over the body when the sun is visible at night when it is exhausted. Laid him on the cot. He has not enough courage to get up and go to the toilet and make a temporary toilet with a cot. Mr. Cholera quickens his speed. Hands start coming in like machine gun bullets. Arms and life begin to fight hand to hand. Mirza Qadiani has fallen on the cot. The pulses are relaxed. Cold sweat has appeared on the forehead. Nostrils flaring. The eyes are rolling. And the body of the English prophecy is “toasting”. Doctors injecting the body of the English prophet. But Fatih Mirza Qadiani “Mr. Cholera” has been riding on the chest of Mirza Qadiani. It is about half past ten in the afternoon. Death has crossed the wall of the house and the angel of death has taken the soul from the filthy body with iron hands. And Mirza Qadiani is bowled clean by the devastating bowling of Cholera. The cries of Qadian languages are loud in the air. The beloved son of Iblis has been given the scar. Ferengi’s prophet has passed away. The sando of Musailma Liar has turned away. The father of lies is death. Khabasat’s uncle has passed away. Antichrist and deception uncle has passed away. The uncle of nudity has been silenced. And the headmaster of abuse has been transferred to hell.
The dead body of Mirza Qadiani is lying in the house of Murid. The smell has started to show its essence. The news of Mirza Qadiani’s death spread like wildfire in Lahore. And Ashiq Rasool, the people of Lahore start secret preparations to salute this Farangi Prophet with twenty-one “Kadahi Cannons.” All littered garbage of houses puts in pans and placed on the roofs of houses. As soon as the funeral procession leaves the house of the deceased. The salutation of “Kadahi Cannons” starts on Mirza’s body. The shells of the frying pans come dancing in the air and kiss the face of Mirza Qadiani. Mirza Qadiani sinks into filth. The uniforms of the soldiers who came for protection are also covered with filth. After much condemnation and repairs, the deceased was brought to the railway station. Bookings were made in the train to take the deceased to Qadian. But when the principled and stubborn railway officer came to know that Mirza died of cholera, he flatly refused saying that cholera is an epidemic disease according to the railway law. Therefore, in view of the danger, the deceased cannot be booked. Qadian fastly approached the senior British railway officer and started saying while crying sir, your English prophet is lying helpless at the railway station. Muslims are laughing and joking. And we are licking the dust of the servant of the prophet you made. According to a special report by the higher railway authorities, the dead body is finally booked in a freight car and Mirza Qadiani leaves for Qadiani in the company of goats, umbrellas, donkeys, cows, buffaloes, donkeys, horses, chickens, ducks and pigs. A few souls in Qadian recite his so-called funeral and then the filth of Qadian is buried in Qadian.