Posted on 09/05/2011 2:45:18 PM PDT by Steelfish
By: Dr. Nasir Siddiki Left to Die
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By age 34, Nasir Siddiki, a successful businessman, had made his first million, but money meant nothing to him on his deathbed. Diagnosed with the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital, his immune system shut down and doctors left him to die.
The next morning I woke in a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital, my skin burning as though someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. I felt on fire from the inside out.
My doctor arrived and looked at me in wonder. The blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally watch them grow, he said. Your body isnt fighting back.
The next morning, in addition to shingles, I had chicken pox from head to toe. I was put in strict isolation. That evening my temperature soared to 107.6 degrees hot enough to leave my brain permanently scrambled.
For days I continued to deteriorate. My nerve endings became so inflamed that a hair drifting across my skin sent shock waves of fire rippling through my body. By weeks end, I was listed in critical condition.
My Last Hope In life, Id been bold, self confident, a risk taker. But facing death, I was terrified. I had no idea what might await me on the other side. Id been raised as a Moslem in London, England, and I understood Allah was not a god who heals.
My only hope was in medicine.
I eventually slipped so close to death that the doctors didnt know I could hear them when they examined me. His immune system has simply shut down, one of them said.
Hes dying, the other confirmed. His immune system must be compromised by AIDS.
I dont have AIDS! I wanted to shout, but I couldnt form the words. Then it hit me. He said Im dying!
The doctors spoke quietly to my co-worker, Anita. In a few hours hell be dead, they said. If by some miracle he lives, hell probably be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right side and he may be severely brain damaged from the high fever.
Then they left.
They left me here to die! I felt like a drowning man going down for the third time. Gathering my strength I whispered a prayer. God, if youre real, dont let me die!
In His Presence During the darkest hour of the night, I woke and saw a man at the foot of my bed. Rays of light emanated from him, allowing me to see his outline. I couldnt see his face, it was too bright. No one had to tell me, I knew it was Jesus.
The Koran mentions Jesus; Moslems believe He existed, not as the son of God, but as a good man and a prophet. I knew this wasnt Mohammed. I knew it wasnt Allah. Jesus was in my room. There was no fear, only peace.
Why would You come to a Moslem when everyone else has left me to die? I wondered. Without words, he spoke to me. I Am the God of the Christians. I Am the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.
Thats all He said. He didnt mention my illness. He didnt mention my impending death. As suddenly as He appeared, He was gone.
The next morning, the same two doctors arrived to examine me. The blisters have stopped growing!
We dont know what happened, but the shingles virus has gone into remission!
The following day, still in pain and covered with blisters, I was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of drugs. Dont leave home, the doctor cautioned. It will be months before the blisters go away, and when they do youll be left with white patches of skin and scars. The pain could last for years.
Stepping outside into the morning sun, I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant Man. When people saw me, they crossed to the other side of the street. However, my mind was not on my looks; my thoughts were on Jesus. There was no doubt in my mind that Jesus presence in my room had stopped the shingles virus. Whatever else Jesus may be, I realized that in His presence miracles happened.
That fact left me with one consuming question: Is Jesus the Son of God as the Christians claim, or is He just a prophet as I was taught?
At home that evening, in spite of the drugs, the pain and itching was so severe I almost had to tie my hands. Even so, I fell into a restless sleep wondering about Jesus.
Learning to Live The next morning, I woke early and turned on the television. Flipping through the channels, I froze when I saw the following words across the screen: Is Jesus the Son of God?
I listened intently as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic answering all of my questions. Before the show wen t off the air, one of the men led the television audience in a prayer. My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on my living room floor anyway. Tears streaming down my face, I repeated the prayer and invited Jesus into my heart.
Dr. Nasir Siddiki with his wife, Anita
Immediately a voracious spiritual hunger sprang up within me. I had to know more about Jesus. In spite of my doctors orders to stay inside, the next day I went out and bought a Bible. First I read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Still ravenous, I started in Genesis and read through the Bible during my sleepless nights.
Meanwhile, Anita brought me books and teaching tapes explaining the Gospel. I devoured them while continuing to study the Word of God. As my understanding of faith began to grow, I dug out a picture of how I looked before shingles. I prayed and asked God to make me look that way again.
Jesus, My Healer One week after my discharge from the hospital, I woke and found my pillow covered in blisters. I must have clawed them in my sleep, I thought. I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What had started on my pillow was finished in the shower: Every blister fell off my body!
Instead of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin was simply red and raw. It slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When it did, I not only looked human, I looked like I did before I got sick, except for the scars that I still carry on my chest.
None of the doctors dire predictions came true.. My eyesight was 20/20. My hearing was normal. My speech was unimpaired. I suffered no brain damage.
My healing was miraculous, swift and complete. I never suffered from lingering pain or any other complication. Not only did I h ave the worst case of shingles ever admitted to Toronto General Hospital, I also had the most miraculous recovery.
Jesus, the God of the Christians, showed up in the hospital room of a dying Moslem and healed me. But that wasnt the greatest miracle He performed. The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.
What is the link to download this. Its an amazing testimony.
Amazing story. I will pray for this mans’ safety from his former bretheren.
Ping!
Never mind. I googled Nasir Siddiki and found more than I needed.
Praise the Lord!
You are truly blessed. Pray for His saving grace.
Very inspiring story. This battle is the Lord’s, not ours. We must never forget that!
Amazing story. I pray that it may happen more often, until the Muslims have been converted.
That’s a great idea - I’ll join you in that prayer.
Wonderful (That’s one of His names!)
There’s still hope for Steve Jobs to be saved (if not his life, his soul). Pray for him. He’s the Buddhist son of a Muslim. He needs Jesus Christ.
Me too.
Unfortunately, he sells a “health and wealth” gospel. See his products for sale.
This is wonderful ping....
Thank you Jesus.
Open the eyes of the other billion plus muslims. Break ‘em down so we can help them the way Anita did.
Praise the Lord!
Several of his products appear to be so.
The ‘seed faith’ aka ‘prosperity gospel’ stuff is the latest incarnation of people taking advantage of others.
Name it and claim it. If you don’t get it it’s your fault because you didn’t have enough faith. Or the seed you planted wasn’t big enough. Or you didn’t have faith and send a big money gift in.
Lots of folks out there selling this line and products.
Oh no! A Joel Osteen type.
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