Qadian The Blessing Land - The Days (Chapter 5)

The day was coming. The day when our purpose for coming here would be fulfilled. The day when the oldest historical event was held again. That was the day of the 124th Jalsa Salana Qadian. About 19 thousand people around the world gathered to listen to spiritual lectures and seek blessings.

That morning at 9 a.m. people walked passing through the thick haze toward a vast grassland that had been built a podium of jalsa, rolled out carpets, installed chairs, and other attributes that were support for the jalsa. The visibility was about 5 ‘till 10 meters I assumed. The air was still cold, I saw my smartphone showed me off number 7 in Celsius
for the average temperature outside.

To enter to jalsa area, you needed to pass the barcode checking for identity verification, then pocket checking, and bag checking. It was like security checking in the airport by the way. In the entranceway, there was a turn, there also your bag and pocket had to be checked. Then you arrived at the entrance gate, security officers checked your bag again there. Thus, a double pocket checking and triple bag checking.

In the matter of security, there was no specialization among people whether you are the child of a president or the brother of a minister. All were treated the same. I saw the evidence. That time, a power bank belonged to Mr. Munir, Markazi Muballigh of Indonesia, a person we respect, was be confiscated. It because indeed a power bank was not allowed to be brought in.

In three days of the jalsa, I listened to the lectures through a translation by provided earphones. The sensation was absolutely distinct than seeing via MTA. The cold air, the shout of narae takbir Allah-u-Akbar with full of spirit, the nazm, was original and felt directly. This was the distinction between ainul yaqeen via television and haqqul yaqeen in Qadian.

Finally, the third day of the jalsa was coming. The last day of fulfilling the purpose. I knew, tomorrow there would no jalsa anymore. Getting close to the last session, it was showed and delivered the history of the Qadian - the place where is full of pearl’s traces, and the Jalsa Salana Qadian - the house of Masih Mau’ud’s guests for fertilizing selves in blessings and bounties of God.

Here was the birthplace of the pearl and the lovely khalifas. But, when the Khalifa did the hijra to London - the fourth Khalifa’s era exactly, Qadian had been not the place where the lovely Khalifa staying. Accordingly, the Jalsa Salana Qadian was empty from the presence of the Khalifa. Yet afterward year after year, the fourth Khalifa, Hz. Mirza Tahir Ahmad r.h. - The Man of God - came to meet thousands of his lover in the Jalsa Salana Qadian. Really touching finally Qadian met the Khalifa again. So as now, it was many years the Khalifa didn’t present in the Jalsa Salana Qadian. When the Khalifa would come to Qadian again? When the time would come? In my heart I said. So emotional I was made by it.

‘Till finally the jalsa was closed by the speech of the Khalifa lived from London. A silent and solemn atmosphere filled every word delivered by the Khalifa. Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillahirabbil alamin...