The name Mohammad, means praiseworthy and it occurs four times in Quran. No ! I am not going to write about the Original Mohammad, nor is this a spiritual saga. Its about a 27 year old guy Mohammad, one of my patient.
When I saw him for the first time, he was a body lying on the patient bed, electrodes attached to his chest, index finger occupied by the pulse oxymeter, hands and legs tied to the bed to help him stay there. The monitor where the leads were pinned in showed a normal running heart, lungs and pulse. But, if at all the leads were attached to his brain, the interpretation would have been worse. He was a living body without any response to external stimuli of any kind.
I went to his bedside to evaluate him for the first time. His history revealed the cause for this disdain, a train accident. Luckily for him there were no external wounds except a few bruises. But internally the brain functioning was heavily compromised. CT scan revealed diffuse axonal injury. Well we can't do much about this case, the human body takes its own courses in healing and only the supportive management to keep him alive is taken care of. But his case was complicated by infection which wasn't settling and he was running fever spikes frequently.
There was no one at his bed side the whole time I spent examining him and going through his file. I felt, he would die in a matter of weeks and people might have already started ignoring him. I didn't know, what I was about to witness in the coming days was going to totally shake my preconceived notions.
Soon after, I was about to take my seat and a young girl came in at his bed side. After making herself comfortable she started calling out his name and tried to pat him up as if waking him up from sleep in the morning. She was soon given company by an elderly lady in her mid 40s with a book and white beads in her hand. After conversing with the girl for a short while she started praying from the book. This was her routine for days and weeks to come. To stand silently by Mohammad's bed side and pray. Most importantly she never skipped the 5 important prayer timings for Muslims.
Few weeks passed by, I was now posted in the general wards and there I saw two people supporting a young fellow while walking. They were walking away from me, but I could guess that the Mohammad has now gained consciousness and is walking. I went upto him, and asked him how was he. Though he was not yet clear in his pronunciations, but to understand what I am speaking and to reply appropriately was a positive change from the position he was in.
When I reflect upon this my heart just says - Prayers made him walk and talk again
Allah Hu Akbar...
When I saw him for the first time, he was a body lying on the patient bed, electrodes attached to his chest, index finger occupied by the pulse oxymeter, hands and legs tied to the bed to help him stay there. The monitor where the leads were pinned in showed a normal running heart, lungs and pulse. But, if at all the leads were attached to his brain, the interpretation would have been worse. He was a living body without any response to external stimuli of any kind.
I went to his bedside to evaluate him for the first time. His history revealed the cause for this disdain, a train accident. Luckily for him there were no external wounds except a few bruises. But internally the brain functioning was heavily compromised. CT scan revealed diffuse axonal injury. Well we can't do much about this case, the human body takes its own courses in healing and only the supportive management to keep him alive is taken care of. But his case was complicated by infection which wasn't settling and he was running fever spikes frequently.
There was no one at his bed side the whole time I spent examining him and going through his file. I felt, he would die in a matter of weeks and people might have already started ignoring him. I didn't know, what I was about to witness in the coming days was going to totally shake my preconceived notions.
Soon after, I was about to take my seat and a young girl came in at his bed side. After making herself comfortable she started calling out his name and tried to pat him up as if waking him up from sleep in the morning. She was soon given company by an elderly lady in her mid 40s with a book and white beads in her hand. After conversing with the girl for a short while she started praying from the book. This was her routine for days and weeks to come. To stand silently by Mohammad's bed side and pray. Most importantly she never skipped the 5 important prayer timings for Muslims.
Few weeks passed by, I was now posted in the general wards and there I saw two people supporting a young fellow while walking. They were walking away from me, but I could guess that the Mohammad has now gained consciousness and is walking. I went upto him, and asked him how was he. Though he was not yet clear in his pronunciations, but to understand what I am speaking and to reply appropriately was a positive change from the position he was in.
When I reflect upon this my heart just says - Prayers made him walk and talk again
Allah Hu Akbar...
