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Historical Documents and Islamic History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.