I don't want to live anymore
In late August, the Quaid-e-Azam was suddenly overwhelmed with despair. As soon as I leave ... ۔ That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there. I was shocked, and I was shocked. The doctors have high hopes.
On September 1, Dr. Elahi Bakhsh told me in a serious tone, "Quaid-e-Azam has suffered a hemorrhage. I am very worried. We should take him to Karachi. The height of Quetta is not good for him."
On September 8, doctors examining his sputum said that he had pneumonia germs in his sputum. He also showed signs of infection in his blood. He was having difficulty breathing. On September 6, I called Mr. Isfahani in Washington to send American experts by plane. The next day I called Dr. Mistry from Karachi to come to Quetta immediately
Another conference was held among the doctors. After reviewing all aspects of the situation, they decided that it was necessary to transfer the Quaid to Karachi immediately as the height of Quetta was not suitable for his weak heart. He informed me that there was no hope left and only a miracle could save him when I informed my brother of the advice of the doctors to take him to Karachi so that he could stay away from the heights of Quetta. So he said "Yes ... take me to Karachi ... I was born there ... I want to be buried there ..." His eyes closed and I sat beside him with a bandage. He was conscious and even in this world of unconsciousness, he kept hearing the echo of his dreams.
The Governor General's Wi-King plane was ordered to fly to Quetta immediately and the doctors decided that we would be at the airport on September 3 at 2 pm to return to Karachi.
As he was being carried on a stretcher to Wii King's cabin, the cabin and crew of the plane lined up to greet him. Let's say that the Pakistan Air Force has the honor of giving the first salute to the Quaid on Pakistani soil on August 2 at Maripur Airport and the last salute of his life at the Quetta Airport by the Pakistan Air Force. We paid our respects to him. Sitting on their seats, which had been converted into a makeshift bed in the next cabin, sat Dr. Mistry and Sister Dunham, with the pilot warning us that after a while he would be able to take the plane to an altitude of 7,000 feet. It will have to fly and as soon as the plane crosses the mountainous side of Balochistan, it will bring the plane back to an altitude of 5,000 feet. Oxygen cylinders and gas masks were ready. At higher altitudes, I had to give them oxygen.
We soon soared into the air. The plane went higher and higher. The leader found it difficult to breathe, so I put a gas mask over his mouth. Removed and looked at me as if they were saying, "Everything is useless, everything is over." I told Dr. Mastri to call Dr. Elahi Bakhsh, and then I was satisfied to see Dr. Elahi Bakhsh has managed to persuade him to take oxygen. I have never in my entire life traveled more anxiously. After a two-hour flight, we landed at Maripur Airport at 4:15 pm. This is the same airport. Where he landed a year ago with great confidence and in the hope that he would make Pakistan a great nation. At that time, the airport welcomed thousands of people, including cabinet ministers and members of diplomatic missions. There was no one at the airport that day, as instructed earlier. As soon as we got off the plane, Col. Jeffrey N. Owls greeted us. The leader was laid on a stretcher and taken to a military ambulance. She was already there to take him to the Governor General's House. Sister Dunham and I were sitting in the ambulance with her. The ambulance was very slow. The other members of our party had left in cars. Only Dr. Mistry and the Military Secretary were behind our ambulance in the Governor General's Cadillac car. I was having difficulty breathing and then she suddenly stopped. About five minutes later she came out of the ambulance. I was told that the ambulance had run out of petrol. When I did not enter the ambulance again, the Quaid gently moved his hand and looked at me with questioning eyes. I bent down and said softly, "The engine of the ambulance has broken down." He closed his eyes.
Karachi usually has strong sea breezes which keep the temperature tolerable and get rid of the heat of hot days but on that day the wind was completely off and the heat was unbearable. This was the reason for the increase in discomfort of the leader Sister Dunham and I were fanning them in turn, waiting for another ambulance to arrive. Every moment was a final moment of anguish and anguish. We couldn't even move the leader to Cadillac because he wasn't big enough to hold a stretcher, so we waited in a state of hope and beam.
There were hundreds of refugee camps nearby. The refugees were busy with their daily activities. They did not even know that the leader of the story who had given them a homeland was among them and was lying helpless in an ambulance. Gasoline has run out, cars are honking, buses are passing by, buses and trucks are moving towards their destinations, and we were motionless in an ambulance that was not ready to move an inch. And in this lifeless ambulance, a very precious life comes and goes. With a sigh, we drifted away. We waited there for an hour. No other hour in my life has been so long and painful. Then, God forbid, another ambulance came to them. The new ambulance was transported by stretcher and so we finally headed for the Governor General's House. At the Governor General's House, he was slowly laid on the bed. I saw the clock and it took us two hours to land at Maripur Airport. It was so strange that in two hours we reached Karachi from Quetta and it took us two hours to reach Governor General's House from Maripur. The doctors examined him and said in hushed words, The trauma of the ambulance happened too. Soon he fell into a deep sleep and the doctor left the Governor General's House saying that he would be back soon. Now I was all alone with my brother. My brother was fast asleep. I was silent and silently addressed my brother: "Oh, Jinn." I wish the doctor would squeeze all my blood and give it to you so that you may live. I wish God would give you all the years of my life so that you can guide our nation.
After about two hours of restful and restless sleep, he opened his eyes, looked at me with his head and eye gestures and asked me to come closer. Goodbye, Fati. ۔ ۔ لا اِلٰہ۔ ۔ ۔ ۔ Except Allah Muhammad ۔ ۔ The Messenger. ۔ ۔ Allah. ” Then he died.
