Ahmed Hussain, Nawab Sir Amin Jung Bahadur - Life

Life

In 1893, he visited Hyderabad (Nizam's Dominion now in Andhra Pradesh, India) to appear in the Nizam's High court in a civil suit. Within three days of his arrival he was appointed Assistant Peshi Secretary to His Highness the Nizam, Mahbub Ali Khan Asif Jah VI. When Nawab Sarwar ul mulk the Peshi Secretary, retired in 1896, the Nizam appointed him as the Peshi Secretary.

He attended the Calcutta Durbar of 1902 as Peshi Secretary to H.H. Nizam Mahbub Asif Jah VI and the Delhi Durbar in 1911 as Peshi Secretary to H.H. Nizam, Osman Ali Khan, Asif Jah VII and Chief Secretary of the Nizam's Government. In 1917 he was made the Sadar-ul-Moham (Minister)of Peshi. He also served as Minister of Finance and later as Minister of Law and Order in the Nizam's Government. He also served on the Nizam's Judicial Committee which was the highest Court of Appeal. He attended the First Indian Round Table Conference in London UK in 1930 as member of H.E.H the Nizam's delegation. He retired from Nizam's service in 1935.

He collected a large library of English, Urdu, Persian and Arabic books. After his death, the library was donated by his four surviving sons to the Urdu Hall Association in Hyderabad. He also authored two books, one was Philosophy of Faqirs and the other, Notes on Islam.

He died in Hyderabad on 28 August 1950.

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