An extract from the book With Quaid-e-Azam During His Last Days, written by Colonel Ilahi Bakhsh.
(Please note that the account given by Mohammed Ali Jinnah’s sister, Fatima Jinnah, in her book, ‘My Brother’, differs from the account presented by Dr Ilahi Bakhsh.)
Historical Documents and Islamic History
Hamid Rahim Khanzada
Below, I am presenting an extract from the book With Quaid-e-Azam During His Last Days, written by Colonel Ilahi Bakhsh, the personal physician of Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah. His book was banned from 1949 until 1976. Every Pakistani should read what happened during the final moments of the Quaid's life, before he departed from this world.
He landed at Mauripur Aerodrome at 4:15 p.m., and a great burden was lifted from my mind. When I stepped out of the aircraft, I saw Colonel Knowles, the Governor-General's Military Secretary, standing beside the ambulance, but there was no nurse in sight.
It was hot in Karachi, but the atmosphere was not oppressive because a strong wind was blowing. However, it was quite stuffy inside the aircraft, so we did not waste any time transferring the Quaid-e-Azam to the ambulance.
Miss Jinnah and the nurse who had come from Quetta got into the ambulance, while the Military Secretary, Dr Mistry and I followed behind in the Governor-General's Cadillac. The luggage and servants were following us in a truck. We set off from the airport towards Government House, which was approximately nine to ten miles away, but our speed was extremely slow.
We had travelled barely four miles when the ambulance stopped. Wondering what had happened, I got out and discovered that the engine had developed a fault. The driver assured us that he would repair it quickly, but he struggled with the engine for almost twenty minutes and the ambulance would not start.
Miss Jinnah sent the Military Secretary to bring another ambulance. Dr Mistry went with him. Inside the ambulance, the heat and discomfort were severe. Despite the nurses and servants constantly fanning him, the Quaid-e-Azam was drenched in sweat.
We considered transferring him to the larger car, but the stretcher could not be placed inside it, and the Quaid-e-Azam was so weak that he was not even in a condition to sit on the back seat. In addition, his clothes were soaked with perspiration, and there was a danger that the strong gusts of wind might expose him.
I examined him and was alarmed to find that his pulse was becoming weak and irregular. I ran towards the truck and brought a thermos flask containing hot tea. Miss Jinnah immediately gave him a cup of tea.
This was the first time during the day that he had taken anything apart from a few sips of fruit juice; until then, he had refused all kinds of food.
I told her that this was an encouraging sign. Apart from the extremely distressing breakdown of the ambulance, everything so far had been going in the patient's favour. What a disastrous situation it would have been if, after safely completing the air journey, he had died by the roadside.
With increasing anxiety, I checked his pulse again. The cup of tea had temporarily revived him; fortunately, his pulse was now stronger and regular.
I anxiously kept looking towards the town, but there was still no sign of the second ambulance. Many trucks and buses were passing us, but none of them could safely be used.
I felt helpless and desperate.
After a long wait, the ambulance finally appeared. We quickly transferred the Quaid-e-Azam into the new ambulance and resumed our unpleasant journey.
This ambulance did not even have the Governor-General's flag, so no one knew that the Quaid-e-Azam was being transported through the streets of Karachi in an extremely critical condition.
We reached our destination at 6:10 p.m., approximately two hours after landing at Mauripur Aerodrome.
It is difficult to describe in words our relief at having completed the journey safely; at any moment, the journey could have ended in disaster.
I had placed my trust in God, and I was convinced that He had protected the Quaid-e-Azam.
The ambulance was brought to the front of the Quaid-e-Azam's room. He was brought inside on a stretcher, and I helped transfer him to the bed.
The nurse checked his temperature and pulse and reported that his temperature was normal and his pulse was regular.
Satisfied with his condition, I went to the Military Secretary's room and asked for a cup of tea. I had eaten nothing since breakfast and was extremely tired and thirsty.
I washed my hands and drank four cups of nourishing tea one after another.
A few minutes later, when I returned to the Quaid-e-Azam's room, Dr Mistry and I found him asleep.
Dr Mistry obtained permission to go home for an hour, while I asked Colonel Knowles to telephone Colonel M. H. Shah to arrange for a nurse for the night and to send an enema can along with her.
However, we were unable to contact Colonel Shah.
We then telephoned Colonel Saeed Ahmad, the surgeon at Jinnah Central Hospital, but he had just begun an operation and was therefore unavailable.
I then went out myself to look for Colonel Shah and returned with a nurse and an enema can. But Colonel Shah was neither at home nor at the hospital.
I did not want to disturb Colonel Saeed Ahmad during a major operation, so I went to the Nurses' Home. However, apart from the matron, there was no experienced nurse available there.
I felt extremely frustrated and helpless.
Ever since we had landed at the aerodrome, it seemed as though everything was going wrong.
I regretted that I had not insisted that Miss Jinnah bring a night nurse with her from Quetta. But how could I have imagined that finding a suitable nurse in Karachi would prove to be so difficult?
I decided to look for Colonel Shah again.
It was approximately 8:00 p.m., but he had still not returned home.
I met Dr R. A. Shah at his home, where he was with his family, and, while cursing Karachi, I tried to control my nerves.
At 8:20 p.m., I told him that I could not wait any longer and that, before going to my hotel for dinner, I wanted to return to Government House to see the Quaid-e-Azam.
However, he suggested that we should go together at 9:15 p.m., when the routine injection was due to be administered.
In the meantime, I could go to the hotel and have a quick meal.
But I was extremely anxious and wanted to go to Government House first.
I had no immediate concern about the Quaid-e-Azam because he was not alone. Dr Mistry must have returned by seven o'clock.
Nevertheless, I wanted to see him myself and satisfy myself that he was all right so that I could have dinner peacefully.
I therefore went straight to Government House and was pleased to learn that the Military Secretary had succeeded in finding a nurse.
At 8:30 p.m., I asked Lieutenant Mazhar to inform Miss Jinnah that, before going to the hotel for dinner, I wanted to check on the Quaid-e-Azam.
I was told that he had been sleeping peacefully for the previous two hours.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, I asked the Military Secretary whether my message had been conveyed to Miss Jinnah.
He said that it probably had, but he could not explain why there had been no response from her.
At 8:45 p.m., I told him that since everything was going well and we were going to return shortly, I would quickly go to the hotel and have dinner.
I went to the Palace Hotel, where I was staying, ate something quickly, and came outside to telephone Government House so that a car could be sent to take me back.
At that very moment, the reception clerk urgently asked me to contact the A.D.C.
On the telephone, I learned that the Quaid-e-Azam's pulse had become irregular and that I had been urgently summoned.
I told the A.D.C. to send a car immediately.
I reached the Quaid-e-Azam at 9:15 p.m.
On examination, his pulse felt weak and somewhat irregular. He was feeling cold, and a cold sweat covered his body.
Before determining the cause, I ordered an injection to strengthen his heart and instructed that a circulation-stimulating medicine be administered orally.
However, he was unable to swallow it, and the medicine ran out of one corner of his mouth.
I then ordered bricks or pieces of wood to be brought so that the foot of the bed could be raised, along with bandages to be tied around his legs, in order to improve the flow of blood to the vital parts of his body.
It was difficult to find these things in the house, so I tried to raise the foot of the bed myself.
The bed was very heavy and, although I succeeded in raising it by approximately six inches or slightly more, I could not keep it in that position for very long.
Miss Jinnah tried to help me, but I told her not to trouble herself and suggested that we use some books instead of bricks.
But even this produced no significant improvement in his pulse.
While I was anxiously struggling to do whatever I could, Dr Mistry and Dr Shah also arrived.
I asked Dr Shah to try to administer medicine intravenously.
He was highly skilled at giving injections, but he was unsuccessful because the Quaid-e-Azam's veins had collapsed.
Before my arrival, the nurse had been administering oxygen to him, and this was continued.
Another attempt was made to administer the heart-stimulating medicine by mouth, but once again the Quaid-e-Azam was unable to swallow it.
We felt completely helpless.
After administering another injection, I tried to reassure the Quaid-e-Azam and said:
"Sir, we have given you an injection to strengthen you. Its effect will soon be felt. God willing, you will live."
The Quaid-e-Azam shook his head and, in a semi-conscious state, said:
"No, I will not live."
These were his last words.
Approximately half an hour later, the Quaid-e-Azam departed from this world.