Dua of a Mujahid on His Journey Toward Martyrdom (Part-I)

Over the next few days Worldbulletin will publish the account of the last moments of Mawlana Motiur Rahman Nizami, written by his second eldest son Dr. Naeemur Rahman Khaled. Today is part one of that account

Dua of a Mujahid on His Journey Toward Martyrdom (Part-I)

Dr. Naeemur Rahman Khaled

Just before the Maghrib prayer [on 10th May 2016], the prison Authority had phoned the Personal Assistant of our [soon to be] martyred father to say that we family members need to go to the prison to visit him. The prison authorities declined to say whether this would be the very last meeting with our father. With such uncertainty, we left for the prison.

We were 26 family members in total in 3 cars. We entered the prison passing through a huge gathering of journalists and media people amid the tight security. After receiving the official letter about our visit from the prison authorities we realised that this was the very last farewell meeting with our father. After going through the security formalities, we were led to his small room within the Condemned Cell. The cell is called ‘RajaniGandha’. Our father was in room number 8, at the very end of this cell. It has no windows, measures about 8 feet by 8 feet, and the front side is barricaded with an iron-grill, with a half-lit veranda.

Inside the room our Abbu (father) was praying on a green mat facing towards the Qiblah, away from our side. He was reciting Arabic duas in a calm and clear voice, not too loud neither too low. As his usual manner he was taking pause after each dua. We had been seeing him reciting duas like this since our childhood. A little brown kitten was sitting next to him as if the kitten too was complaining to Allah. Muaz, his 3 year old grandson, climbed the stairs and called him, “Grandpa, please open the door, we have come to see you!”

 Abbu completed his dua and calmly stood up. He replied, “You have come! So this is the final meeting!” 

My sister emotionally replied, “If Allah wills, this may not be the final meeting.”

At that time the atmosphere became quite emotional, but our father calmed everyone down and told us to be patient. He shook hands with everyone from the other side of the Iron grill. He was wearing a white kurta with a lungi. Because of heat and no windows his kurta was wet but his face was very bright and calm. There was no sign of worry or pain in his face. No one would say by looking at his face that he was going to be executed after a short while by this oppressive regime!

It was difficult to see each other properly from opposite sides of the grill. On our request the prison Officer opened the gate. Our father came outside his room and sat among us on a plastic chair. First of all, as his usual manner, he enquired about everyone’s routine affairs. Then he said, “The prison Superintendent had read out the court’s verdict and asked me whether I would like to ask to the President for clemency and forgiveness. I told them that I never did anything wrong. To seek forgiveness means to admit one’s guilt, so there is no question of me seeking forgiveness to the President. Only Allah is the giver of life and death. Hence, I do not want to lose my Imaan (faith) by begging for life to any human.”

“Today the Prison DIG asked me to put in writing that I do not want to seek clemency. I wrote clearly that I would never ask for forgiveness, and would never beg for my life to anyone.”

At that time the atmosphere became quite emotional. Our father was telling everyone to stay strong and have patience. We did not see any tears in his eyes. On the other hand, he was not emotionless or too rigid. He seemed to be like a calm serene soul awaiting to meet his Great Lord! Then we all came out of the room and left our Ammu (mother) and Abbu (father) alone so that they can have some conversation privately.

Ammu was saying to Abbu that on the Day of Judgement we will bear witness to Allah that Abbu was a pious and honest person; he did not commit anything wrong. Abbu replied, “From today you are like both parents, the father and the mother, to the children. They will find me in you. And you will see me in them.”

After a while we all entered the room again. Our father said to us, “All of you siblings must remain united and live harmoniously together. Always stay on the path of Allah and His Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him.) Always look after your mother. You will find me in your mother, and she will find me in you. You will tell people about me the way you witnessed me. Do not make any exaggeration about me. I am now 75 years old. Many of my colleagues did not get such a long life, you have been fortunate for having me for such a long time. Allah is the giver of life and death. If my death is written for tonight then it would happen even if I was at home. Always have good thoughts about Allah and be grateful to Him.”
Then we took our children to our Abbu and reminded him that three of his grandchildren are named after him. We asked him to pray for them so that they can become like him, too. Our father replied, “I pray that they become much greater than me, like the companions of the Prophet (PBUH).”

Then he narrated a story that, once a great scholar asked his son what his son wanted to be. The son replied that he wanted to be like his scholar father. The scholar started crying after hearing this reply from his son. His son was puzzled. The scholar explained, “I always wanted to become like Hazrat Ali [RA]. But see how big the difference is between me and Hazrat Ali [I am nowhere near him.] If you want to become just like me then think about how far you will actually go.”

Our Abbu (father) added, “My second son Momen is a bigger scholar than me. I ask for his opinions on many matters.”

We said,...”Our dear Abbu, we could not have done anything for you.” He replied, “Allah is the ultimate decision maker. You can only try your best. Many of my colleagues left this world at a younger age than me. Allah could have taken me away much earlier. If I become a martyr without having to fight a battle then that is a great blessing.”

Then Abbu told us to give thanks and convey his salaam to all those who struggled for the sake of our leaders and for the sake of the Islamic Movement. He requested everyone for dua so that his martyrdom is accepted by Allah.

Ammu said to him, “Allah has honoured you in this world, and InshaAllah He will honour you in the Hereafter, too.” 

Abbu replied, “I am an ordinary person from a remote village. By the grace of Allah, many famous scholars from all over the world prayed for me and expressed their sympathy for me. Prime Minister Sheikh Hasina even cancelled her planned trip to the 13th OIC Islamic summit in Instanbul, Turkey in fear that she would have to face questions about my freedom. All these are great blessings.”

[Shaheed Mawlana Matiur Rahman Nizami, the Ameer of Bangladesh Jamat-e-Islami, was executed by the oppressive ultra-secularist regime of Bangladesh on 10th May 2016. This is an account of his last meeting with his family members just before his Shahadah (martyrdom). The meeting took place at Dhaka Central Jail on 10th May 2016 at about 9 pm. This is written by Dr. Naeemur Rahman Khaled, the second son of Shaheed Mawlana Nizami. Shortly after this meeting, Mawlana Nizami was hanged.]

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