My name is Jameel Nasira. At home I do yoga, treat with Prophetic medicine, treat with fragrances. The remaining time is consumed with children at home.
I was Qadiani by birth. My father’s name was Chaudhry Abdul Majeed. He was the head of the Jamaat e Ahmadiyya Jhang and he was a “MUSI”, those who make “WILL” are called MUSI. Formerly he used to live in Rabwah that is called Chenab Nagar. The family where I was getting married were Muslims but my parents were Qadiani. My father and Jamaat put a condition for my husband to become Ahmadi if he wants to marry me. Those days he was studying (Qadiani) books.
One day he asked me if I can listen to him for a while in Masjib Mubarak located in Rabwah (Chenab Nagar), as I want to show you something. I said ok I’ll come. When I went there, he showed me a book named “Durr e Sameen” which was also present at my home. He asked about my subject of studies which i told was Persian (Farsi). A line was written there is Persian language which meant
“A hundred Hussains in my pocket.”
Believe me at that time, I didn’t know about religion because of my age, but I was hurt immensely. I said there is no match to one Hazrat Hussian (R.A) and this man is talking about hundred!
So, I cursed the person with this type of ideology. He asked! Is it true? I said regardless of the marriage result, this point forced me to ponder.
I had many books at my home because of my father. I read a book named “Kashti e Nuh”. I read that book and the filth that was written in that book can never be the words and language of any Nabi. When my husband made me read those references then being the eldest at home, I got anxious and lost my sleep at night because of anxiety. I used to pray to Allah to show me the right path because I had many passengers in my boat as my mother and sisters used to follow me alot.
Then I saw a dream that it was the ocassion of pilgrimage (Hajj), people are saying that Rasool Allah S.A.W.W is telling that
“There is no Prophet after me. And there is no superiority to any Arab over any Non-Arab and any Non-Arab over any Arab and there is no Deen after me. Deen has been completed now.”
So these words of my Prophet were coming into my ears and I was seeing that my mother is with me on this occasions of pilgrimage. Then again, I saw a dream that a drum is being beaten. When I asked the reason, the reply was that it is for those who have participated in war and the spoils of war are being distributed. I went there and they gave me a coat which I made my mother to wear. Then a young girl came weeping and claiming that the coar was mine, why are you taking it? I said there was only a single one which i took. After a while a man in uniform came and told me Huzoor S.A.W.W is calling you. I cried a lot thinking about what will happen to me now. When I went there, I could only have a single glance at Rasool Allah’s face which I couldn’t have another. He patted my head and said don’t cry, we will give you and this girl some more coats. This dream made my faith much stronger.
I called out for my children and ordered them to make announcements in all mosques that I have no more relationship with this Qadianiat anymore. No matter if my mother, my sisters, my children anyone of my close relatives leave but there is no way out for me except my Deen.
Then there was a lot of worry and fear from these Qadianis. They give threats. They also have established their own torture cells. They are very ill-behaved people. No one outside knows what they are doing inside because the matter didn’t go to the police. Then we started receiving threats from them and the situation started getting worse. My father fell ill duw to this anxiety that only the marriage of elder daughter has made the situation this much worse so what will happen next?
When my father died, we became orphans and despite of the fact that we have been giving Chanda to jamaat, nobody asked that how do we earn food? No one came for my father’s funeral who has been giving Chanda to jamaat for his whole life. They banished him from Jamaat. Then they buried my father outside in Rabwah’s ordinary graveyard. We did not just go through a single agony, but it was like the skin is separated from flesh, and after that the sign of destination was found. Then we became worried about the marriages of our six sisters as father has died and only I was married at that time. Now we were waiting for our relatives in this matter, but who will come? It was painfull all time, then we shifted to Lahore.
Now by the grace of Allah SWT, my all 6 siblings have become Muslim. Only one sister remains; hopefully, she will also come towards Deen In Sha Allah. I am trying my best. Then after a long time, we kept working on my mother, especially my son who kept trying to make his grandma observe this Deen. But it is a great blessing of Allah that my mother also came towards this Deen. At the time, she was seventy when she came towards Deen, embraced Islam, and became Muslim. She used to shiver when we used to talk we placed the Quran in front of her to see what Quran says about Bibi Maryam and what their books say. When I see today the path that I was following earlier and the path that I joined later, believe me, I feel my life to be very short as I have lost those moments of my life. When I came towards Deen and became a Muslim, Allah SWT blessed me with so much peace that I can not imagine, as I was not worthy for this much blessings.
Now the only aim of my life is that these Qadianis should start studying about their religion and they should come towards light from darkness.