salah_khan
New Member
A moving story....
My name is Cassie, I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse
this year and was given my first position as a home nurse.
My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80s who suffered from
Alzheimer's. In the first meeting the patient was given his record and
from it could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam,
therefore he was a Muslim.
I knew from this that I would need to take into account some modes of
treatment that my go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my
care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’ meat to cook for
him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol in the premises as I
did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.
My patient was a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my
colleagues could not understand why I was going to so much effort for
him, but I understood that a person who commits to a faith deserves
that commitment to be respected, even if they are not in a position to
understand.
Anyway after a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some
patterns of movement.
At first I thought it was some copied motioned he's seen someone due,
but I saw him repeat the movement as particular time; morning,> afternoon, evening.
The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head to
the ground. I could not understand it. He was also repeating sentences
in another language, I couldn’t figure out what language it was as
his speech was slurred but I know the same verses were repeated daily.
Also there was something strange, he didnt allow me to feed him with
my left hand {I am lefthanded}
Somehow I knew this linked to his religion but didn't know how.
One of my colleagues told me about paltalk as a place for debates and
discussions and as I did not know any Muslims except for my patient I
thought it would be good to speak to some live and ask questions. I
went on the Islam section and entered the room ‘True Message.
Here I asked questioned regarding the repeated movements and was told
that these were the actions of prayer, I did not really believe it
until someone posted a link of the Islamic prayer on youtube.
I was shocked.
A man who has lost all memory of his children, of his occupation, and
could barely eat and drink was able to remember not only actions of
prayer but verses that were in another language.
This was nothing short of incredible and I knew that this man was
devout in his faith, which made me want to learn more in order to care
for him the best I could.
I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link
to read the translation of the Quran and listen to it.
The chapter of the ‘Bee’ gave me chills and I repeated it several
times a day.
I saved a recording of the Quran on my iPod and gave it to my patient
to listen to, he was smiling and crying, and in reading the
translation I could see why.
I applied what I gained from paltalk to my care for my patient but
gradually found myself coming to the room to find answers for myself.
I never really took the time to look at my life; I never knew my
father, my mother died when I was 3, me and my brother were raised by
our grandparents who died 4 years ago, so now it's just the two of us.
But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy, content.
I was only after spending time with my patient that felt like I was
missing something. I was missing that sense of peace and tranquility
my patient, even through suffering felt.
I wanted that sense of belonging and a part of something that he felt,
even with no one around him.
I was given a list of mosques in my area by a lady on paltalk and went
down to visit one. I watched the prayer and could not hold back my
tears.
I felt drawn to the mosque every day and the imam and his wife would
give me books and tapes and welcome any questions I had.
Every question I asked at the mosque and on paltalk was answered with
such clarity and depth that could do nothing but accept them.
I have never practiced a faith but Always believed that there was a
God; I just did not know how to worship Him.
One evening I came on paltalk and one of the speakers on the mic
addressed me. He asked me if I have any questions, I said no. He asked
if I was happy with the answers I was given, I said yes.
He asked then what was stopping me accepting Islam, I could not answer.
I went to the mosque to watch the dawn prayer the imam asked me the
same question, I could not answer.
I then went to tend to my patient, I was feeding him and as I looked
in his eyes I just realized, he was brought to me for a reason and the
only thing stopping me from accepting was fear.... not fear in the
sense of something bad, but fear of accepting something good, and
thinking that I was not worthy like this man.
That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam if I could say
my declaration of faith, the Shahadah.
He helped me through it was I was shown how to walk and guided through
would I would need to do next.
I cannot explain the feeling I felt when I said it.
It was like someone woke me up from sleep and sees everything more
clearly.
The feeling was overwhelming joy, clarity and most of all.... peace.
The first person I told was not my brother but my patient.
I went to him, and before I even opened my mouth he cried and smiled
at me.
I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.
I came home logged on to paltalk and repeated the shahadah for the room.
They all helped me so much and even though I had never seen a single
one of them, they felt closer to me then my own brother.
I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he was
wasn’t happy, he supported me and said he would be there, I couldn't
ask for any more.
After my first week as a Muslim my patient passed away in his sleep
while I was caring for him. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raj3oon
He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him.
He was like the father I never had and he was my doorway to Islam.
From the day of my Shahadah to this very day and for every day for as
long as I live, I will pray that Allah shows mercy on him and grant
him every good deed I perform in the tenfold.
I loved him for the sake of Allah and I pray each night to become an
atoms weight of the Muslim he was.
Islam is a religion with an open door; it is there for those who want
to enter it.... Verily Allah is the Most Merciful, Most Kind.
* note *
Our sister Cassie passed away October 2010 Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi
raj3oon, after she gave dawa3 to her brother, who had accepted Islam Elhamdulileh
My name is Cassie, I am 23 years old. I graduated as a qualified nurse
this year and was given my first position as a home nurse.
My patient was an English gentleman in his early 80s who suffered from
Alzheimer's. In the first meeting the patient was given his record and
from it could see that he was a convert to the religion of Islam,
therefore he was a Muslim.
I knew from this that I would need to take into account some modes of
treatment that my go against his faith, and therefore try to adapt my
care to meet his needs. I brought in some ‘halal’ meat to cook for
him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol in the premises as I
did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.
My patient was a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my
colleagues could not understand why I was going to so much effort for
him, but I understood that a person who commits to a faith deserves
that commitment to be respected, even if they are not in a position to
understand.
Anyway after a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some
patterns of movement.
At first I thought it was some copied motioned he's seen someone due,
but I saw him repeat the movement as particular time; morning,> afternoon, evening.
The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head to
the ground. I could not understand it. He was also repeating sentences
in another language, I couldn’t figure out what language it was as
his speech was slurred but I know the same verses were repeated daily.
Also there was something strange, he didnt allow me to feed him with
my left hand {I am lefthanded}
Somehow I knew this linked to his religion but didn't know how.
One of my colleagues told me about paltalk as a place for debates and
discussions and as I did not know any Muslims except for my patient I
thought it would be good to speak to some live and ask questions. I
went on the Islam section and entered the room ‘True Message.
Here I asked questioned regarding the repeated movements and was told
that these were the actions of prayer, I did not really believe it
until someone posted a link of the Islamic prayer on youtube.
I was shocked.
A man who has lost all memory of his children, of his occupation, and
could barely eat and drink was able to remember not only actions of
prayer but verses that were in another language.
This was nothing short of incredible and I knew that this man was
devout in his faith, which made me want to learn more in order to care
for him the best I could.
I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link
to read the translation of the Quran and listen to it.
The chapter of the ‘Bee’ gave me chills and I repeated it several
times a day.
I saved a recording of the Quran on my iPod and gave it to my patient
to listen to, he was smiling and crying, and in reading the
translation I could see why.
I applied what I gained from paltalk to my care for my patient but
gradually found myself coming to the room to find answers for myself.
I never really took the time to look at my life; I never knew my
father, my mother died when I was 3, me and my brother were raised by
our grandparents who died 4 years ago, so now it's just the two of us.
But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy, content.
I was only after spending time with my patient that felt like I was
missing something. I was missing that sense of peace and tranquility
my patient, even through suffering felt.
I wanted that sense of belonging and a part of something that he felt,
even with no one around him.
I was given a list of mosques in my area by a lady on paltalk and went
down to visit one. I watched the prayer and could not hold back my
tears.
I felt drawn to the mosque every day and the imam and his wife would
give me books and tapes and welcome any questions I had.
Every question I asked at the mosque and on paltalk was answered with
such clarity and depth that could do nothing but accept them.
I have never practiced a faith but Always believed that there was a
God; I just did not know how to worship Him.
One evening I came on paltalk and one of the speakers on the mic
addressed me. He asked me if I have any questions, I said no. He asked
if I was happy with the answers I was given, I said yes.
He asked then what was stopping me accepting Islam, I could not answer.
I went to the mosque to watch the dawn prayer the imam asked me the
same question, I could not answer.
I then went to tend to my patient, I was feeding him and as I looked
in his eyes I just realized, he was brought to me for a reason and the
only thing stopping me from accepting was fear.... not fear in the
sense of something bad, but fear of accepting something good, and
thinking that I was not worthy like this man.
That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam if I could say
my declaration of faith, the Shahadah.
He helped me through it was I was shown how to walk and guided through
would I would need to do next.
I cannot explain the feeling I felt when I said it.
It was like someone woke me up from sleep and sees everything more
clearly.
The feeling was overwhelming joy, clarity and most of all.... peace.
The first person I told was not my brother but my patient.
I went to him, and before I even opened my mouth he cried and smiled
at me.
I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.
I came home logged on to paltalk and repeated the shahadah for the room.
They all helped me so much and even though I had never seen a single
one of them, they felt closer to me then my own brother.
I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he was
wasn’t happy, he supported me and said he would be there, I couldn't
ask for any more.
After my first week as a Muslim my patient passed away in his sleep
while I was caring for him. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raj3oon
He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him.
He was like the father I never had and he was my doorway to Islam.
From the day of my Shahadah to this very day and for every day for as
long as I live, I will pray that Allah shows mercy on him and grant
him every good deed I perform in the tenfold.
I loved him for the sake of Allah and I pray each night to become an
atoms weight of the Muslim he was.
Islam is a religion with an open door; it is there for those who want
to enter it.... Verily Allah is the Most Merciful, Most Kind.
* note *
Our sister Cassie passed away October 2010 Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi
raj3oon, after she gave dawa3 to her brother, who had accepted Islam Elhamdulileh