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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

55- Miracle

The room of the two patients was in the second floor. The first was, A.A., one of my friends from M.T. College; the second was, Ahmed, one of my students   from the Navy College lately graduated. When they saw me they showed great pleasure and entertained me well. I too was happy to find them. They made me pass a week there easily.
I asked my ex student, who became lieutenant, about the miracle. He said,
    "My brother fell down from the fourth floor and not only survived but also his disable leg was healed too."
    "What do you mean with disable leg?" I asked.
    "His left leg was born disfigured." He answered. " It was very thin and twisted and it made him unable to walk normally."
     "When did this miracle happen?" I asked.
     "Three months ago." He replied. "He is coming today to visit me, you can ask him when he comes."
     "Of course I will do." I said.
I thought, I feel that a miracle like that is in relation with me; but how, I don't know; I must ask his brother may I get the answer.
Now his brother came and greeted us with peace.  He was a young youth, medium tall. He shook our hands. Ahmed looked at me,
      "This is my brother Mohammed whom I told you about his miracles. He can explain to you what happened with him."
I looked at Mohammed with a smile,
      "Congratulation for the miracle," I said. "Please come and sit here and explain everything in detail."
He sat down in front of me and said,
       "I kept for three days, while lying on my bed, see people standing in air at the balcony of my room. In every day they signed to me to go and join them. First day and second day I refused knowing it was dangerous to obey them. But in the third day, I decided to go to them and I walked and climbed the fence of the balcony. I didn't feel myself except after being in the room of operation in the hospital. I was looking from above and saw the doctors take something black from my abdomen. That thing was the reason of my disable leg which was thin and twisted and made me lame. "
Ahmed stretched his leg and uncovered it to let me see it.
    "It is normal," I said.  
    "Yes, but it wasn't like that before three months," he said.
  "Thanks God!" I said. "When did this miracle happen? When did you discover your leg became normal?"
   "During the recovering of my wounds in the hospital," he answered.
   "It is a miracle indeed accompanied with an out of the body experience," I said. "Thanks God"  
   "But I have to come to the hospital again and again," he said. "A new problem appeared."
I looked at him with a surprise,
   "What is it?" I asked. 
   "My pen became not straight," he answered. "And it bewildered the doctors. They thought I would need surgical operation. But I am afraid lest I should loose it."
All of us laughed. The matter appeared as a joke. 
   "God is able to heal you," I said. "However, if it can do its function it will be good."
   "Thanks God anyhow!"
                                                      To be continued.