It was in May or June 1884 that Ahmad (as) , after offering the Fajr prayers one morning, retired into a tiny room on the east (now north-eastern corner) of the Masjid Mubarak. It was a cool place on account of the fresh plaster on the walls. He lay down on a charpoy (an Indian bedstead) which used to be kept there. There was no mattress or pillow on it. He lay facing the north, with his head to the west. One arm was pillowed underneath and other was resting over his head. M. Abdullah Sanauri began to press his feet—an eastern custom of massaging to show respect and devotion; and he says it was a Friday, the 27th of Ramadan. He was meditating upon the manifold blessings of the moment upon himself when he saw that the whole body of Ahmad as suddenly trembled.
Ahmad (as) looked at M. Abdullah Sanauri, who saw that Ahmad’s (as) eyes were filled with tears. A little later, he saw a drop of red liquid on one of his feet, just under his ankles, and it appeared to have just dropped there at that moment. ‘I touched it with a finger of my right hand,’ he says, ‘and then smelt it, but there was no smell of any kind. Then I noticed another big drop on his shirt, over his ribs. It was also fresh. I got up quietly and looked all round, to find out the source or cause of these drops. It was a very small and low-roofed room and I searched every nook and corner in order to satisfy myself thoroughly but could not trace anything visible which could have caused the red drops. Therefore I sat on the charpoy again and began to press the feet of Ahmad (as).
After a while he got up, went out and sat in the mosque. I followed him there and sat behind him to press his shoulders. I then asked him about the drops. He answered with indifference, but I asked him again the same question. Thereupon Ahmad (as) inquired as to what drops I meant. I pointed out the one on his shirt. He looked at it, and then explained to me by a few illustrations the phenomenon of Kashf by which certain things seen in vision actually materialise in the physical world.’
What had happened was related by Ahmad (as) follows:
‘Whilst in a waking vision, I saw a beautiful big building. There was a couch in it on which sat an imposing figure. He was God Himself. I thought myself to be an humble officer of the Divine Court. I had written certain decrees which I placed before the Almighty for His signatures. I was asked to sit on the couch with deepest Fatherly affection and love. Then He dipped His pen in the red inkstand, shook it a little, and then signed the papers. The red drops you see are those that fell from His pen whilst He shook it.’
Ahmad asked M. Abdullah Sanauri to see if any of the drops had fallen on his clothes or cap; and to his boundless delight he found one on his own cap also.
M. Abdullah Sanauri was deeply moved and impressed by this mysterious phenomenon; and, being a personal witness of this little act of Divine creation, he requested Ahmad (as) to give him the shirt which bore the red drops. Ahmad (as) imbued with the same spirit as the Holy Prophet Muhammad (sa) hesitated a little, fearing that in the future his followers might begin to worship his shirt; but when M. Abdullah Sanauri pressed him for it Ahmad (as) gave it to him on condition that it should be buried with him when he died. M. Abdullah Sanauri was at that time twenty years of age. He had come to Qadian for the first time two years previously. He remained a most devoted disciple of Ahmad (as) for the rest of his life. He passed away on October 7th, 1927 on a Friday.
He was buried clothed with the same memorable shirt bearing the Divine ink which he had carried with him day and night, at home and abroad, for 43 years. He never parted from it. It was a veritable sign of God and the most precious gift that a man could receive from on high. He treasured it, prized it and loved it and loved it as the greatest memento of his most beloved Master, whom he loved with all his soul and with all his heart. He had put it in a wooden box, specially made for it, with a glass top and had so folded the shirt as to show the red drops. I have myself seen it many a time. Under the orders of the Khalifatul Masih II (ra) , he THE RED DROPS showed it to a great number of people so that the witnesses of this Divine sign might be numbered by thousands. Often would he look at it himself with eyes full of mixed feelings of sadness and joy. His face would glow at the sight of the priceless gift only to make him sadder at the painful idea of the gulf that separated him physically from the one whom he had served every moment of his life