Azam Ali, an Ahmadi Moslem
Chapter 04 – DREAMS, True
One of Almighty God’s great gifts to Father was his dreams that came true. I believe that was because Father constantly prayed with the following words of the prophet Joseph, p.o.h.
Rub-bay qud aa-tai-ta nee may-na ul-mool-kay Wa ul-lum-ta nee min tau-vee-lay l-aa-haa-dee-thay Faa-tay-ra us-sa-maa-waa-tay wa ul-ur-dzay Un-ta va-lee-yee fee d-doon-yaa wa ul-aa-khay-ra-tay Ta-wuf-fa nee moos-lay-mun Wa ul-hiq nee bay is-sua-lay-hee-n سُوۡرَةُ یُوسُف – Ch: 012, Verse 102
God, you have granted me the power And taught me the interpretation of events. The Creator of the heavens and earth! You are my Real Friend in this life and the Hereafter. Please bring me death as an obedient person And join me with the righteous. 012:102
When Father dreamt that his son Hamid was translating the Holy Qor-aan, he never knew that one of his sons Hamid in the sense of one who praises Allah a lot would do such translation in a style not done before. It got filled some twenty years after he himself had left this world.
When my uncle got accused of a serious criminal case in our village, Father was posted as a Judge in a distant town and dreamt of his accusation. Later it became known that both events of uncle’s accusation in the village and Father’s dream hundreds of miles away had simultaneously occurred. Father dreamt of his acquittal and foretold the family about it. And that’s what happened.
When I fell while exercising, injured my spine, had to be hospitalized, and my upper body was put in hard plaster jacket from above my shoulder to below my hips for 3 months in Lahore, Father had dreamt of the tragedy in advance 235 miles away in Multan.
When I was taking my LL.M. exam in London University in 1966 and had to discontinue taking it — due to a raging rash of huge nauseating bubbles all over my body, face and even the eyes which made the invigilator think that I had some sort of contagious disease from which he wanted other examinees to be protected and so sent me home — Abba Ji had dreamt in Pakistan that my LL.M attempted had to be aborted in that go.
When Father dreamt that a raging bull with red eyes, fuming nostrils and furious looks was preparing to charge at him and he had started praying, he interpreted that an enemy’s vicious attack on him would fizzle out as he turned to God seeking help. A few weeks later a false and frivolous complaint filed against him was dismissed with a remark by the inquiring High Court Judge that with just 2 Judges like my father, he could wipe out corruption from the whole country.
When my brother’s rice husking factory was usurped by Zolfiqar Ali Bhutto’s Ghoonda Government by Nationalization (See Tr – Azam ali, an Ahmadi Moslem – Ch 09 – Illustration), Father was extremely unhappy. All his life as a Judge he had judicially struck down injustices of all kinds. Now his own son was hurt by a brazen day-light robbery by gangsters in govt who had also outlawed all judicial remedies against abuse of process of law that ordinary citizens had. He dreamt that a pig climbed a few steps up on a ladder and then fell flat on his back with all four legs raised towards the sky. He told us that the dream meant that Bhutto’s end was near, and in death he would be disowned like a filthy pig. Soon Bhutto was imprisoned, tried, convicted, hung by neck till dead and humiliated for scheming and causing the murder in the first degree of an opponent.
Father was about 78 when he last visited us in Rosebud, Missouri, USA. He stayed for 39 days. He had failing health. One morning he appeared even more week and low. We insisted and he told us that he had dreamt of my mother but could not recall if she had come to take him with her. My mother’s name Sakina is an Arabic word that means peace of mind and tranquility. Dreaming of her signified what her name meant. Father finally took his dream to have those plausible, positive and pleasant meanings. She was a Moosi who had bequeathed one-tenth of her estate for charity and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone.
A couple of days later Father told us of another dream. His father came and told him that he had come to take him with him. My grandfather’s name Rehmat Ali in Arabic means the Blessings of the Highest. Dreaming of him is interpreted to mean receiving God’s blessings. Father’s dream had clearly indicated that he had God’s blessings that would stay with him till his end. He was a Moosi and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone..
No one could say for sure whether he really cheered up or just wore that expression to save us the agony. But deep down we all knew that the end was near. Soon after returning to Pakistan, he passed away in Lahore. He was a Moosi and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone.
In-na lay il-laa-hay wa in-na alai hay raa-jay-oon سُوۡرَةُ البَقَرَة – Ch: 002, Verse 157 We surely belong to Allah. And we surely will return to Him. 002:157
Kool-lo nuf-sin zaa-aiy-qa-ta ul-mao-tay سُوۡرَةُ آل عِمرَان – Ch: 003, Verse:186 Every person will taste death 003:186, 021:036 & 029:058
Dream of two daughters to be married with two brothers
Once Father dreamt that two of his daughters were married to two brothers and that was long before anyone was even engaged to be married.
Then in 1962, Father married his oldest daughter Rasheedah to Major Mansoor K Bajwa who was the younger brother of the wife of Brigadier M Iqbal. And at the same time, he married his next younger daughter Sajda with Riaz A Ghumman who was the younger brother of the same Brigadier M Iqbal. One being the younger brother of husband and the other being the younger brother of wife, it was thought that the dream was fulfilled.
But then in 1966 Father married his third daughter Qanta with Dr Ahsan U Zafar. Four years later in 1970, Dr Zafar’s younger brother Sami U Zafar returned from England with a master’s degree in law and was married to Father’s fourth and youngest daughter Khalda. That was the real fulfillment of Father’s dream of his two daughters being married to two brothers.
All aforesaid marriages have lasted over one-half of a century and all four of my sisters have lived to become grandmothers. The eldest two have even become great-grandmothers many times.
His dreams revealed the truth
Personally, all my life I feared that no matter what, when and where an objectionable, bad or poor thing I did, the Almighty God while even hiding it from the whole wide world would still let my father know of it. Deep down in my heart I knew that Abba Ji was constantly seeing the true dreams about me and others he loved, continuously praying to the Almighty God to forgive us and keep our wrongs unexposed and was being obliged by God Almighty’s special grace on him to keep away the ill consequences of our human follies.
All my siblings, all in our family, all friends knew of thousands of Father’s dreams he had seen about them. Whenever he saw a dream regarding friends or things happening around, he told about it and his interpretation of it. He warned all of us of the impending dangers and gave the news of good things that lay ahead. Everyone who knew Father requested him for prayers and later asked if he had a dream and his interpretation of it. We took clues to run our days accordingly.
Regarding the marriages of all his children, Father did the Istikhara, the special prayer seeking God’s guidance and approval about what a person thinks is best. Today over one-half century later to the last such marriage, I can say for sure that all these seven marriages were successful — by any known measure of remarkable spirituality, no-divorce, no-separation, happy in-laws, procreation, and raising highly educated, well-to-do and successful families of their own.
It is impossible for me to accurately describe my feelings by going back in the memory lane to recall how true his dreams came out so consistently. But some letters from others who wrote about Father and which I received reflect that phenomenon as well.
Tr – Azam Ali, an Ahmadi Moslem – Ch 04 – Dreams
Azam Ali, an Ahmadi Moslem
Chapter 04 – DREAMS, True
One of Almighty God’s great gifts to Father was his dreams that came true. I believe that was because Father constantly prayed with the following words of the prophet Joseph, p.o.h.
Rub-bay qud aa-tai-ta nee may-na ul-mool-kay Wa ul-lum-ta nee min tau-vee-lay l-aa-haa-dee-thay Faa-tay-ra us-sa-maa-waa-tay wa ul-ur-dzay Un-ta va-lee-yee fee d-doon-yaa wa ul-aa-khay-ra-tay Ta-wuf-fa nee moos-lay-mun Wa ul-hiq nee bay is-sua-lay-hee-n سُوۡرَةُ یُوسُف – Ch: 012, Verse 102
God, you have granted me the power And taught me the interpretation of events. The Creator of the heavens and earth! You are my Real Friend in this life and the Hereafter. Please bring me death as an obedient person And join me with the righteous. 012:102
When Father dreamt that his son Hamid was translating the Holy Qor-aan, he never knew that one of his sons Hamid in the sense of one who praises Allah a lot would do such translation in a style not done before. It got filled some twenty years after he himself had left this world.
When my uncle got accused of a serious criminal case in our village, Father was posted as a Judge in a distant town and dreamt of his accusation. Later it became known that both events of uncle’s accusation in the village and Father’s dream hundreds of miles away had simultaneously occurred. Father dreamt of his acquittal and foretold the family about it. And that’s what happened.
When I fell while exercising, injured my spine, had to be hospitalized, and my upper body was put in hard plaster jacket from above my shoulder to below my hips for 3 months in Lahore, Father had dreamt of the tragedy in advance 235 miles away in Multan.
When I was taking my LL.M. exam in London University in 1966 and had to discontinue taking it — due to a raging rash of huge nauseating bubbles all over my body, face and even the eyes which made the invigilator think that I had some sort of contagious disease from which he wanted other examinees to be protected and so sent me home — Abba Ji had dreamt in Pakistan that my LL.M attempted had to be aborted in that go.
When Father dreamt that a raging bull with red eyes, fuming nostrils and furious looks was preparing to charge at him and he had started praying, he interpreted that an enemy’s vicious attack on him would fizzle out as he turned to God seeking help. A few weeks later a false and frivolous complaint filed against him was dismissed with a remark by the inquiring High Court Judge that with just 2 Judges like my father, he could wipe out corruption from the whole country.
When my brother’s rice husking factory was usurped by Zolfiqar Ali Bhutto’s Ghoonda Government by Nationalization (See Tr – Azam ali, an Ahmadi Moslem – Ch 09 – Illustration), Father was extremely unhappy. All his life as a Judge he had judicially struck down injustices of all kinds. Now his own son was hurt by a brazen day-light robbery by gangsters in govt who had also outlawed all judicial remedies against abuse of process of law that ordinary citizens had. He dreamt that a pig climbed a few steps up on a ladder and then fell flat on his back with all four legs raised towards the sky. He told us that the dream meant that Bhutto’s end was near, and in death he would be disowned like a filthy pig. Soon Bhutto was imprisoned, tried, convicted, hung by neck till dead and humiliated for scheming and causing the murder in the first degree of an opponent.
Father was about 78 when he last visited us in Rosebud, Missouri, USA. He stayed for 39 days. He had failing health. One morning he appeared even more week and low. We insisted and he told us that he had dreamt of my mother but could not recall if she had come to take him with her. My mother’s name Sakina is an Arabic word that means peace of mind and tranquility. Dreaming of her signified what her name meant. Father finally took his dream to have those plausible, positive and pleasant meanings. She was a Moosi who had bequeathed one-tenth of her estate for charity and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone.
A couple of days later Father told us of another dream. His father came and told him that he had come to take him with him. My grandfather’s name Rehmat Ali in Arabic means the Blessings of the Highest. Dreaming of him is interpreted to mean receiving God’s blessings. Father’s dream had clearly indicated that he had God’s blessings that would stay with him till his end. He was a Moosi and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone..
No one could say for sure whether he really cheered up or just wore that expression to save us the agony. But deep down we all knew that the end was near. Soon after returning to Pakistan, he passed away in Lahore. He was a Moosi and is buried in Bahishti Maqbrah, Rabwah as shown in the following headstone.
In-na lay il-laa-hay wa in-na alai hay raa-jay-oon سُوۡرَةُ البَقَرَة – Ch: 002, Verse 157 We surely belong to Allah. And we surely will return to Him. 002:157
Kool-lo nuf-sin zaa-aiy-qa-ta ul-mao-tay سُوۡرَةُ آل عِمرَان – Ch: 003, Verse:186 Every person will taste death 003:186, 021:036 & 029:058
Dream of two daughters to be married with two brothers
Once Father dreamt that two of his daughters were married to two brothers and that was long before anyone was even engaged to be married.
Then in 1962, Father married his oldest daughter Rasheedah to Major Mansoor K Bajwa who was the younger brother of the wife of Brigadier M Iqbal. And at the same time, he married his next younger daughter Sajda with Riaz A Ghumman who was the younger brother of the same Brigadier M Iqbal. One being the younger brother of husband and the other being the younger brother of wife, it was thought that the dream was fulfilled.
But then in 1966 Father married his third daughter Qanta with Dr Ahsan U Zafar. Four years later in 1970, Dr Zafar’s younger brother Sami U Zafar returned from England with a master’s degree in law and was married to Father’s fourth and youngest daughter Khalda. That was the real fulfillment of Father’s dream of his two daughters being married to two brothers.
All aforesaid marriages have lasted over one-half of a century and all four of my sisters have lived to become grandmothers. The eldest two have even become great-grandmothers many times.
His dreams revealed the truth
Personally, all my life I feared that no matter what, when and where an objectionable, bad or poor thing I did, the Almighty God while even hiding it from the whole wide world would still let my father know of it. Deep down in my heart I knew that Abba Ji was constantly seeing the true dreams about me and others he loved, continuously praying to the Almighty God to forgive us and keep our wrongs unexposed and was being obliged by God Almighty’s special grace on him to keep away the ill consequences of our human follies.
All my siblings, all in our family, all friends knew of thousands of Father’s dreams he had seen about them. Whenever he saw a dream regarding friends or things happening around, he told about it and his interpretation of it. He warned all of us of the impending dangers and gave the news of good things that lay ahead. Everyone who knew Father requested him for prayers and later asked if he had a dream and his interpretation of it. We took clues to run our days accordingly.
Regarding the marriages of all his children, Father did the Istikhara, the special prayer seeking God’s guidance and approval about what a person thinks is best. Today over one-half century later to the last such marriage, I can say for sure that all these seven marriages were successful — by any known measure of remarkable spirituality, no-divorce, no-separation, happy in-laws, procreation, and raising highly educated, well-to-do and successful families of their own.
It is impossible for me to accurately describe my feelings by going back in the memory lane to recall how true his dreams came out so consistently. But some letters from others who wrote about Father and which I received reflect that phenomenon as well.
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