to act immediately, so he collected all his courage and inserted the needle straight forward into the patient’s lung with the hope he had done it correctly. A moment later a sigh of relief came to him as he saw the watery fluid was coming through the needle to the catheter powering it into the collecting bladder. Her vital signs and the oxygen concentration started to come back to normal ranges again.
“That is great. I have done it successfully,” the junior doctor said smiling.
“Thanks a lot doctor,” Bakir said with relief as he watched his mother starting to breathe again at a normal pace.
Bakir’s mother shed a tear of sorrow as she thought, ‘I haven’t got the cure I needed today.’
***
A few weeks later, Bakir saw the news article on the BBC about a faith-healer called Padsha Mali who could cure cancer effortlessly and he was only 200 miles away from Bakir’s town. Without a second thought, he took his mother to the faith-healer in the next day. When Bakir arrived, he saw a huge crowd of people from all races queueing before the faith-healer’s house. Because his mother seemed so unwell, the guards who were registering people’s names and arranging the queue gave Bakir’s mother a quick pass; otherwise, Bakir could have waited days for his mother’s turn to come!
During the meeting, the faith-healer told Bakir’s mother to lie down on the ground. He then put his hands into a bucket of water while reciting words from the holy§cript before scrubbing his wet hands on her face. Once finished he looked toward Bakir. “It is not me who is healing her, it’s ∞Illuhim∞, and you should be thankful to him not to me,” he said.
A few days later, the miracle happened. Bakir’s mother walked up the stairs without feeling breathless, and she started to get better day-by-day. One month later, her x-ray results showed shrinking tumors in her chest. The doctor who was following her case was speechless after examining her medical tests. No chemotherapy he had used before could do such amazing work without hurting the patient! It became clear to Bakir that his normal life was now back, thanks to ∞Illuhim∞ and Padsha Mali’s blessed hands.
***
The following week after the good news about his mother’s shrinking tumors, Bakir went to a fast food restaurant to have a quick sandwich during his lunch break. He heard two voices behind him talking about the rising faith-healer, Padsha Mali.
“Did you hear about Padsha Mali?” one guy said.
“Yes, I’ve heard about him, and what is wrong with the social media these days? I keep seeing posts and videos about him and many of the posts are sponsored!” the second guy wondered.
“That is because he looks exactly like the Antichrist! He is blind in his left eye and has a reddish face and frowned eyebrows!” the first guy replied.
“But he doesn’t claim to be God,” the second guy said. “He himself is a devout preacher of Abrahamic faith.”
“I guess he is trying to control our emotions through curing diseases and preaching for Abrahamic faith. I saw a viral post yesterday, and someone had taken a close shot of Padsha Mali’s face. The wrinkles on his forehead show the figure of triple 6s in Hebrew!”
“Wow!” the second guy responded.
Bakir bit his lips from rage while listening to them as he really wanted to punch them in the face as hard as he could.
“I really pity those who follow this faith-healer,” the voice behind him continued. “They have to be very ignorant of Abrahamic faith to not know the signs of the Antichrist!”
That was the straw which broke the camel’s back. Bakir stood up and turned to the two guys grabbing their table. He lifted it and turned it upside down so that everything was thrown on the floor. Angrily he shouted, “If you suffered from cancer you would understand the truth better.”
Other people in the restaurant grabbed Bakir from
“That is great. I have done it successfully,” the junior doctor said smiling.
“Thanks a lot doctor,” Bakir said with relief as he watched his mother starting to breathe again at a normal pace.
Bakir’s mother shed a tear of sorrow as she thought, ‘I haven’t got the cure I needed today.’
***
A few weeks later, Bakir saw the news article on the BBC about a faith-healer called Padsha Mali who could cure cancer effortlessly and he was only 200 miles away from Bakir’s town. Without a second thought, he took his mother to the faith-healer in the next day. When Bakir arrived, he saw a huge crowd of people from all races queueing before the faith-healer’s house. Because his mother seemed so unwell, the guards who were registering people’s names and arranging the queue gave Bakir’s mother a quick pass; otherwise, Bakir could have waited days for his mother’s turn to come!
During the meeting, the faith-healer told Bakir’s mother to lie down on the ground. He then put his hands into a bucket of water while reciting words from the holy§cript before scrubbing his wet hands on her face. Once finished he looked toward Bakir. “It is not me who is healing her, it’s ∞Illuhim∞, and you should be thankful to him not to me,” he said.
A few days later, the miracle happened. Bakir’s mother walked up the stairs without feeling breathless, and she started to get better day-by-day. One month later, her x-ray results showed shrinking tumors in her chest. The doctor who was following her case was speechless after examining her medical tests. No chemotherapy he had used before could do such amazing work without hurting the patient! It became clear to Bakir that his normal life was now back, thanks to ∞Illuhim∞ and Padsha Mali’s blessed hands.
***
The following week after the good news about his mother’s shrinking tumors, Bakir went to a fast food restaurant to have a quick sandwich during his lunch break. He heard two voices behind him talking about the rising faith-healer, Padsha Mali.
“Did you hear about Padsha Mali?” one guy said.
“Yes, I’ve heard about him, and what is wrong with the social media these days? I keep seeing posts and videos about him and many of the posts are sponsored!” the second guy wondered.
“That is because he looks exactly like the Antichrist! He is blind in his left eye and has a reddish face and frowned eyebrows!” the first guy replied.
“But he doesn’t claim to be God,” the second guy said. “He himself is a devout preacher of Abrahamic faith.”
“I guess he is trying to control our emotions through curing diseases and preaching for Abrahamic faith. I saw a viral post yesterday, and someone had taken a close shot of Padsha Mali’s face. The wrinkles on his forehead show the figure of triple 6s in Hebrew!”
“Wow!” the second guy responded.
Bakir bit his lips from rage while listening to them as he really wanted to punch them in the face as hard as he could.
“I really pity those who follow this faith-healer,” the voice behind him continued. “They have to be very ignorant of Abrahamic faith to not know the signs of the Antichrist!”
That was the straw which broke the camel’s back. Bakir stood up and turned to the two guys grabbing their table. He lifted it and turned it upside down so that everything was thrown on the floor. Angrily he shouted, “If you suffered from cancer you would understand the truth better.”
Other people in the restaurant grabbed Bakir from
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