Syed Muzaffar Ali Shamsi

            Syed Muzaffar Ali Shamsi (Rehmat-Ullah-Alleh) narrates that during Khatm-e-Nubuwwat movement 1953, along with other leaders, I was sent to Sukkur jail. Atrocities were exercised on us. We were locked up in a dark narrow cabin after passing through five doors inside the jail building. Even breathing was difficult in that cabin. Due to suffocation, we had to put our noses on the split of the door, turn by turn, to recover our breath. Being grateful to Almighty Allah and with patience, we started waiting for death. Sukkur was extremely hot in those days. It was so hot that if an egg was put in water and kept in sun, it boiled in five minutes. During the night, a red wind would blow which used to continue for several days. Eyes would turn red and more red. During Ramazan-ul-Mubarik at the time of “Sehri” and “Aftari” such food was served that even the look of it made us feel nauseated. Fasting, during Ramazan-ul-Mubarik, had become very cumbersome. On the day of Eid-ul-Fitar, all the prisoners said Eid prayer together. After the prayer, Assistant Superintendent Jail brought our mail. In it, was a letter from my sister. I read it and wept having no control on myself. In it, she had written.

My Dear Brother!

I did not want to make you uncomfortable during this trial. I am at the death bed. My fever is not getting any better. It does not descend below 104°F. Cough is at its peak. Brother Mehboob brought the doctor for medical checkup. The X-ray shows early tuberculosis. Parents had left me in your custody and now death is taking me along. Too sad not to have you around at this time. You are facing troubles for the sake of Holy Prophet (Sallallaho Alaihe Wassallam). May Almighty Allah bless you with steadfastness and may honor us in the court of the Holy Prophet (Sallallaho Alaihe Wassallam) on the Day of Judgment, accepting your sacrifices. Pass the span of imprisonment with courage and velour daringly. I shall meet you if I remain alive; otherwise you will definitely come to my grave. All the children pay regards. Now my hands have no more strength so I finish the letter.

Salaam my brother,

Your sister

            One night, in 1974 there was a convention in Jamia Masjid of Maulana Ghulam Ullah Khan in Rawalpindi. Allah! Allah! The sky would have seldom seen such a gathering. The glaring face of Maulana Binori (Rehmat-Ullah-Alleh) was shining like a moon. All the respected scholars and Mashaa’ikh were having their seats on the stage. Worthy Syed Muzaffar Ali Shamsi (Rehmat-Ullah-Alleh) was addressing the gathering. In his own words,

 “Earlier in 1953 also, I had joined Khatm-e-Nubuwwat movement in the leadership of a Syed. Today also, I have come out of the house in the leadership of a Syed. While coming, I have told my daughters, “When you listen that your father has sacrificed his life for the sake of your maternal grandfather (Sallallaho Alaihe Wassallam) and his companions have also been martyred and their corpses are being dragged on the roads of Rawalpindi, then you also come out on roads throwing away your veils like Zainab Binte Ali (Razi-Allah-ho-Taala-Anha) and join the Khatm-e-Nubuwwat movement.”

            These words perturbed the whole gathering. People started weeping and wailing. There was none in the gathering of hundreds of thousands who was not determined in his heart that he would present himself for Shahadat (martyrdom) if a decision is given against the faith and belief of Muslims.