My Mother

by Sir Muhammad Zafrulla Khan

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My Mother — Page 160

160 to comfort her and told the Viceroy to pay particular attention to the matter. How many men are there who can express their indig- nation on behalf of the Movement so courageously and do so! May Allah, the Exalted, receive the soul of the deceased into His mercy and bestow His grace upon it. Amen. Of her sons she loved Chaudhri Zafrulla Khan the most. She often said that Allah had honoured him more than the others, and he esteemed her higher than the oth- ers did. She had come with him on the occasion of the meet- ing of the Advisory Council. She met me two or three times. She was very cheerful but said she felt empty inside. She had been told in a dream that she would die in April. But dreams are subject to interpretation. It seems that her fatal illness was to start in April. Her death so soon after April is sure proof that her dream was true. A year or two ago I saw in a dream that I was sitting in my office room and Chaudhri Zafrulla Khan, who appeared to be eleven or twelve years old, was stretched out in front of me, his head supported by the hand of an uplifted arm. On one side of him was seated his brother Abdullah Khan and on the other Asadullah Khan. They looked eight or nine years old. All three were facing me and were talking to me. I felt that they were my sons, and they listened to me with attention and deep affection. I talked with them intimately as one talks to one’s children at home in a relaxed mood. It is possible that this dream