THE NURSE AND THE MUSLIM PATIENT, A TRUE STORY FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM.
"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 he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was 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' (Accepted) meat to cook for him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol on the premises as I did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.
My patient was at a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my colleagues didn't understand why I was going through so much effort for him.
After a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some pattern of movement. At fırst I thought it was some copied motions he'd seen someone doing, but saw him repeat the movement at particular time; moming, afternoon, evening.
The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head on the ground. He was also repeating sentences in another language. Also there was something strange, he didnt allow me to feed him with my left hand. Somehow I knew this linked to his religion.
A colleague told me about paltalk as a place for debates and discussions. I went on the Islam section and entered the room 'TrueMessage'.
I asked questions about the repeated movements and was told that these were the actions of prayer. I didnt 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.
I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link to read the translation of the Qur'an and to listen to it. The chapter of the 'Bee' gave me chills and I repeated it several times.
I applied what I gained on paltalk to care for my patient but I gradually found myself looking for 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, my brother and I had been raised by our grandparents that had died 4 years ago.
I applied what I gained on paltalk to care for my patient but gradually found myself looking for answers for myself too. It was only after spending time with my patient when I realized i missing something.
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 couldn't hold back the tears. I had never practiced a faith but always believed in God. I just never knew how to worship Him.
I was feeding my patient and as I looked in his eyes I realized that he was brought to me for a reason. And the only thing stopping me from accepting was fear.
That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam (Leading one) if I can say my declaration of faith, the Shahada.
I cannot explain the feeling I felt as I said it. It was like someone woke me up from sleep and I could see clearly.
The first person I told was my patient. I went to him, and before l even opened my mouth, I cried and he smiled at me. I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.
After my first week as a Muslim, my patient passed away in his sleep, while I was caring for him. He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him. He was like the father never had, and my doorway to Islam."
Note: Sister Cassie passed away October 2010, after she gave Da'ua (Prayer) to her brother who accepted Islam.
In the first meeting the patient was given his record and from it I could see he was a convert to the religion of Islam, therefore he was 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' (Accepted) meat to cook for him and ensured that there was no pork or alcohol on the premises as I did some research which showed that these were forbidden in Islam.
My patient was at a very advanced stage of his condition so a lot of my colleagues didn't understand why I was going through so much effort for him.
After a few weeks with my patient I began to notice some pattern of movement. At fırst I thought it was some copied motions he'd seen someone doing, but saw him repeat the movement at particular time; moming, afternoon, evening.
The movements were to raise his hands, bow and then put his head on the ground. He was also repeating sentences in another language. Also there was something strange, he didnt allow me to feed him with my left hand. Somehow I knew this linked to his religion.
A colleague told me about paltalk as a place for debates and discussions. I went on the Islam section and entered the room 'TrueMessage'.
I asked questions about the repeated movements and was told that these were the actions of prayer. I didnt 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.
I came into the paltalk room as often as I could and was given a link to read the translation of the Qur'an and to listen to it. The chapter of the 'Bee' gave me chills and I repeated it several times.
I applied what I gained on paltalk to care for my patient but I gradually found myself looking for 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, my brother and I had been raised by our grandparents that had died 4 years ago.
I applied what I gained on paltalk to care for my patient but gradually found myself looking for answers for myself too. It was only after spending time with my patient when I realized i missing something.
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 couldn't hold back the tears. I had never practiced a faith but always believed in God. I just never knew how to worship Him.
I was feeding my patient and as I looked in his eyes I realized that he was brought to me for a reason. And the only thing stopping me from accepting was fear.
That afternoon I went to the mosque and asked the imam (Leading one) if I can say my declaration of faith, the Shahada.
I cannot explain the feeling I felt as I said it. It was like someone woke me up from sleep and I could see clearly.
The first person I told was my patient. I went to him, and before l even opened my mouth, I cried and he smiled at me. I broke down in front of him, I owed him so much.
After my first week as a Muslim, my patient passed away in his sleep, while I was caring for him. He died a peaceful death and I was the only person with him. He was like the father never had, and my doorway to Islam."
Note: Sister Cassie passed away October 2010, after she gave Da'ua (Prayer) to her brother who accepted Islam.
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