The nurse and the muslim patient.

  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 I 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 may 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 in a very advanced stage of his condition so
a lot of my colleagues could not understand why I was
going through 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 motions he’s seen
someone doing, but I saw him repeat the movement at
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 didn’t allow me to
feed him with my left hand (I am left-handed).
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 someone live and ask questions. I went on the Islam
section and entered the room ‘True Message’.
Here I asked questions 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 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 its just the two of us.
But despite all this loss, I always thought I was happy,
content.
It 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.: lā
ilāha illà al-Lāh, Muhammadun rasūlu Al-Lāh. There is no
god except Allah, Muhammad is Allah’s messenger.
He helped me through it and guided me through what 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 than my
own brother.
I did eventually call my brother to tell him and although he
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 rajioon.
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 rajioon, after she gave da’wa to her
brother, who had accepted Islam Alhamdulillah.
(Source: a da’wa organization in the UK)

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