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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. 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.
Tears in my eyes<3
This is just amazing, love this