He had the worst case of shingles in the history of
Toronto General Hospital and doctors prepared him for the worst. Raised a
devout Muslim, he was stunned when Jesus appeared in his hospital room and
brought the kind of healing only Jesus can bring.
“My skin was burning as if someone had doused it with
gasoline and then threw a match on it,” says Dr. Nasir Saddiki, the founder of
Wisdom Ministries. “I felt like I was on fire from my inside.”
In a sterile room on the eighth floor of the hospital,
his doctor informed him “the blisters are multiplying so fast I can literally
watch them grow. Your body has stopped fighting back.”
The next day he contracted chicken pox and doctors placed
him in strict isolation. His temperature soared to 107.6 degrees, a life-threatening
level high enough to leave his brain permanently damaged.
For days he continued to deteriorate. “My nerve endings
became so inflamed that even a single hair drifting across my skin sent shock
waves of fire rippling through my body,” he says.
At 34, Dr. Saddiki had already earned his first million
dollars, but he wasn’t prepared to handle his own mortality. “In facing death I
felt nothing but weakness and outright terror. I didn’t have the slightest idea
what might await me on the other side. I had been raised as a devout Moslem and
I had been taught that Allah was a god who did not heal sickness. I thought
that my only hope was in medicine.”
As Dr. Saddiki slipped close to death, he became listless
and unresponsive, yet he could hear his doctors’ conversations. “His
immune system has simply shut down,” one of them said.”
“He’s dying,” another doctor stated. “His immune system
must be compromised by AIDS.”
I don’t have AIDS, Dr. Saddiki wanted to say, but was
unable to speak. The full weight of their remarks hit him like a sledgehammer.
If they had given up hope, where did that leave him?
Doctors delivered the bad news to his business partner.
“In a few hours he’ll be dead,” they informed him. “If by some miracle he lives
he’ll be blind in his right eye, deaf in his right ear, paralyzed on his right
side and severely brain damaged.” Then they walked out of the room, leaving him
alone.
“I suddenly felt like a drowning man going down for the
third time,” Dr. Saddiki says. “Gathering what little strength I still had I
was barely able to whisper, ‘God if you are real do not let me die.’”
Miraculous encounter
Then in the middle of the night, something remarkable
happened. He awoke suddenly to find a man standing at the foot of his bed. “I
was shocked because rays of light emanated from him, which allowed me to see
his body in my pitch-black room.
But one part of the man’s body blazed with glory.
“Amazingly I was unable to see His face. It was too bright to look at it
without hurting my eyes.
Even as a Muslim, he had an “inner knowing” that the one
who stood there was Jesus Christ.
Dr. Saddiki felt no fear, only profound serenity in the
presence of the one called the Prince of Peace. Although he couldn’t speak, he
wondered why Jesus would come to a Muslim when everyone else had left him to
die.
He didn’t hear an audible voice from Jesus, but these
words came into his mind: I am the God of the Christians. I am the God of
Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.“That is all He told me. As suddenly as He had appeared
and woke me up, He disappeared.”
The next morning Dr. Saddiki’s doctors returned to
examine him. “The blisters have stopped growing,” they almost shouted with
amazement. Since he seemed more alert they said, “we don’t know why but your
shingles have gone into remission.
The following day, still in severe pain and covered with
blisters, Dr. Saddiki was discharged from the hospital with a suitcase full of
drugs. “Don’t leave your home,” they cautioned. “It will be months before your
blisters disappear and when they do, you will be left with white patches of
skin and severe scarring all over your body. The pain that you are experiencing
can last for years.”
“I looked like a cross between a leper and the Elephant
Man,” Dr. Saddiki notes. “When people saw me they literally fled to the other
side of the street because I scared them so much. However I wasn’t concerned
about my appearance because I couldn’t stop thinking about Jesus’ appearance. I
was certain that His presence in my hospital room had stopped the shingles
virus.”
As a result of his unusual encounter with Jesus,
questions swirled through his mind. “I knew very little about Jesus. I still
had a consuming question in my mind. Is Jesus the Son of God as Christians
claim or is He just a prophet as Muslims are taught?”
His first night home he continued to suffer. “In spite of
my medication, the pain and itching was so horrible I almost had to tie my
hands to a chair to keep from scratching myself to death.” Mercifully, he
drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning he woke up early and turned on the
television. “While flipping through the channels I froze when I saw the
following words on the screen: ‘Is Jesus the Son of God’? I watched captivated
as two men spent the entire program discussing this topic and in the process,
answering all of my questions.”
Before the program ended, one of the men led the
television audience in a prayer. “My body was aflame with pain but I knelt on
my living floor anyway.” As tears streamed down his face, he repeated the
prayer and invited Jesus into his heart.
Immediately, the Holy Spirit brought a voracious
spiritual hunger that caused him to want to know more about Jesus. In spite of
his doctor’s orders to stay inside, he went out and bought a Bible.
He devoured the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.”I
still felt spiritually ravenous so I then started in Genesis and read through
the entire Bible during my sleepless nights.”
His business partner, who happened to be a Christian,
brought Dr. Saddiki books and teaching tapes, which further explained the
gospel to him.
As his faith began grew, his prayers got bolder. “I dug
out a picture of how I looked before I was attacked with shingles. I prayed and
asked God to make me look that way again.”
A few days later, something amazing happened. Dr. Saddiki
awakened to find his pillow covered with blisters that had fallen off his face.
“I crawled out of bed and stepped into the shower. What started on my pillow
was finished in the shower.“Every blister fell off my body!” he exclaims. “Instead
of being covered with patches of white and scar tissue, my skin turned red. It
then slowly healed, returning to its pre-shingles condition. When that occurred
I not only looked human, I actually looked like I did before I became ill,
except for the scars that I still have on my chest.”
Amazingly, none of the doctor’s dire predictions came
true. “My eyesight is now 20/20. My hearing is normal. My speech is unimpaired
and I suffered absolutely no brain damage at all.”
“My healing was totally miraculous, swift and complete. I
never suffered from lingering pain or in fact any other complication. I had the
most miraculous recovery theToronto GeneralHospitalhas ever experienced.”
Jesus showed up in a hospital room of a dying Muslim and
brought healing. “But that wasn’t the greatest miracle that He performed,” Dr.
Saddiki notes. “The transformation that occurred in my heart was even more
dramatic than the one that occurred in my body.”
From that day forward, Dr. Siddiki’s passion has been to
know and serve the Lord Jesus Christ.
If you want to know more about a personal relationship
with God, go here
An international teacher and evangelist, Dr. Siddiki
holds crusades throughout the world. He and his wife, Anita, host a
television program on TBN, Winning with Wisdom, which is broadcast to 15,000
stations via satellite reaching millions, including those in the Middle East.
The founder of Wisdom Ministries, Dr. Siddiki teaches biblical principles for
success at the Wisdom Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. For more information, go to
his website at www.wisdomministries.org
By Mark Ellis
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