Dr. Abdullah
narrated that “A woman came to me dragging her steps while carrying a baby in
her arms which was exhausted due to sickness. The mother’s age was close to
forty.
She cuddled the
baby as if it was part of her body. Due to the seriousness of the illness, one
could hear the vibration of the soul in his heart from the distance of two to
three meters. I asked her, ‘How old is the baby?’ She replied, ‘Two and half
years.’ So we did the necessary check-up on him and (found out that) the baby
was suffering from a problem in the arteriole of the heart. We operated on him
and after two days of the operation, her child was in a very good condition.
The mother was very glad and happy. So, whenever she saw me, she would ask me:
‘When are we going to be discharged, O Doctor?’ When I was about to write the
discharge notice, the boy started acute bleeding in his larynx which led to the
stoppage of his heart for forty five minutes. Then the boy became unconscious
and doctors assembled in his room and for several hours they were unable to
revive him.
Then one of our
colleagues said to her: ‘It is possible your child had died of encephala.’ I
think he had no hope of his living or survival. I turned to him and reproached
him: ‘Why did you say that?’ I looked at
her, and by Allah, she did not say more than: “Allah is the One Who cures,
Allah is the One Who gives good health.” Then she concluded by saying, “I ask Allah to
cure him if he is destined to be cured,” then she kept quiet and proceeded to a
small chair and sat on it. She took her small blue copy of the Qur’an and began
to read from it. The doctors came out and I came out along with them. The boy’s
condition did not change. His body was on a white bed. I looked at his mother,
and her condition did not change. Once I would see her reciting the Qur’an on
him, on another day she would be supplicating for him. After some days, one of
the nurses informed me that the boy has started moving.
I praised Allah
and said to her: ‘Congratulations, O Umm Yaasir; receive glad tidings. Yaasir
has started getting better. She uttered one word while she wiped her tears:
“All praise is due to Allah; all praise is due to Allah.” Twenty four hours
passed; we were surprised at the boy; he was afflicted with acute bleeding
similar to the first one and his heart stopped once again. This little body was
exhausted and was devoid of motion and perception. One of the doctors entered
to examine his condition and his mother heard him saying: “An encephalic
death.” But she kept on saying, ‘All praise is due to Allah in every situation.
The One Who cares is my Lord.” After some days, the boy recovered. However,
some hours later he afflicted with bleeding in the heart. The he became
motionless and unconscious but regained consciousness after some days.
Later, he was
stricken again, bleeding; it was a strange condition the like of which I have
never seen in my life. This bleeding reoccurred six times and you only would
hear her say: “All praise is due to Allah; my Lord is the One who cures and He
is the Giver of good health.” After several examination and treatments, the
doctors suppressed the bleeding. And six weeks later, Yaasir started moving. Suddenly,
he was afflicted with tumour and infection in the brain. I examined him myself
and said to her: ‘Your son’s situation is very critical and his condition is
dangerous,” however, she continued to say: “The One who cures is Allah.” She
went on reciting the Qur’an on him. This tumour disappeared after two weeks.
After two days, the boy recuperated and we praised Allah for that.
The mother
started preparing to be discharged after three days; but he was afflicted again
with heart stoppage and acute inflammation, which led to acute kidney failure.
But the mother remained firm relying on her Lord and repeating: “Allah is the
Curer.” She then went on reciting on him from her copy of the Qur’an. Days
passed by while we were making continuous efforts and treatments but it did not
stop. It persisted for more than three months. Then his kidney improved – and
all praise is due to Allah. However, the story has not ended. The boy was soon
afflicted with a strange sickness the like of which I have never seen before.
After four months, he had another infection in the crystalline membrane
surrounding the heart, which compelled us to open the hutch of the chest in
order to discharge the pus. His mother was looking at him while repeating: “I
ask Allah to heal him for He is the Healer, the Giver of good health.”
Then she left
him for her chair and opened her copy of the Qur’an. I used to glance at her
sometimes while her copy of the Qur’an was before her. She does not pay
attention to what is around her. I entered the resuscitation room and saw
different categories of patients and their attendants. I saw some patients
would scream while some others wailed. Some attendants were weeping while
others would run after the doctors. As regards the woman, she was on her chair
holding her copy of the Qur’an. She neither paid attention to the one screaming
nor went after the doctor nor talked to anyone. I felt she was a mountain.
After six months in the resuscitation room, I would pass by the little boy; he
does not see nor talk nor move. We thought that this was his end. But the woman
remained the way she was; reciting the Qur’an and being patient. She was not
complaining nor was she impatient. By Allah, she did not say a word to me or
ask me about her son’s condition except if I started a discussion with her
about him.
Her husband,
who was more than forty years old would sometimes meet me with his son. When he
turns to me to ask me (about his condition) the mother would touch his hand,
calm him down, boost his morale and remind him that Allah is the Healer. Two
months later, the boy’s condition improved. We transferred him to children
department in the hospital and he improved tremendously. We carried out various
types of treatments and trainings with him. Thereafter the boy went to his house
walking. He sees and talks as if nothing had afflicted him before.
But please,
pardon me. The amazing story has not ended. After one and half years. I was in
my clinic and the woman’s husband visited me with his wife who was carrying a
little baby in good health behind her. The baby has regular check up with one
of my colleagues but they came to me in order to say salaam to me. I said to
the husband: “Maa shaa Allaah! Is this the sixth or seventh child of the
family?’ He said, “This is the second one. The first child was the one you
treated last year. He is our first child. We had him after seventeen years of
marriage and treatment of infertility.”
I lowered my head while remembering her condition when she was with the
boy.
I never heard
her crying nor show any restlessness from her. I said to myself: ‘Subhaanallah!
After seventeen years of patience and various types of treatment of
infertility, she was blessed with a child she saw dying many times before her
but knew nothing except: there is no deity worthy of worship except Allah, and
Allah is the Healer, the Giver of good health?!’
What type of
reliance (on Allaah) and a woman is this?
Source: Tremendous
Benefits: A Gift for the Doctor, the Sick and the Attendant p. 88-92; by Dr.
Muhammad bin Abdir-Rahmaan al-‘Areefee, translated by Abdus-Samee’
Abdus-Salaam.
