GOLDEN BOY: the strange story of my son

My son, being the only boy among my five children, is, of course, like gold to us, but that is not what I meant. Whatever it is in your mind guessing why I called him the Golden Boy is not it. I am sharing this strange story for the first time and I want you to take it with a grain of salt. My religious beliefs may differ from your own perception and I wish not to influence others. If I am wrong; I will be an accessory to your deviating from the right path. I will answer before God for my own salvation. I will not be burdened with others.

I felt like a kid unwrapping a newly acquired toy. The date: January 22, 2013. This is the life of overseas foreign workers (OFWs). You feel like hovering in the clouds whenever you receive a package from home, whatever its content. There were the pocketbooks I asked for, socks and an Alcatel Tablet with a lovely note from Nishreen but there were others I did not ask for; a beautiful jacket and 2 shirts, gifts from my son. A smile crossed my lips when I looked at the price tags. Hmm! Very expensive, I thought. I'm an M.D., but although I can well afford it, my wife and I never learned to buy and wear signature clothes. We both grew up in poor families, so we feel more comfortable in ordinary clothes but not our children.

Funny: my wife and I would be at the ‘sale’ corners whenever we were at the mall scouring for cheap clothes while our children would be at Petit Monde, Dalagita, Bench, and other expensive stores. My wife and I would look at each other’s amusingly. “Yeah,” my wife would say before I could say a word, “they have a doctor father while you and I didn’t” and we would laugh out loud. We used to joke about it.

MIRACLE

“Go back and pray 2 raka’at,” I told my wife. We were in the vicinity of ‘Beit’ul Allah’ (house of God). We prayed separately; my wife was in the female section after we performed the ‘Tawa’f’ (circumambulation). I forgot to tell her to pray for a son, so I told her to go back near the Ka’aba, pray two raka’at, and ask for a son from ‘Allah.’ She was in the second month of her pregnancy with our 4^th child.

Exposure to Rubella (German measles) in the first trimester of pregnancy can cause congenital malformations. My daughter Naira developed a very high fever with very fine rashes all over her body. Our dermatologist diagnosed it as Rubella. I took a blood sample from my wife and sent it to Assir Central Hospital in Abha for anti-body studies. It will take at least a week for the result to arrive. I had sleepless nights.

Three days before the result came; I dreamt of delivering my wife. She gave birth to a perfectly normal infant. Not only did I know from the dream that my wife’s pregnancy would be fine, but I knew we were going to have a son. The laboratory result showed that my wife had immunity to rubella meaning she was already exposed to the virus in the past. Seven months later; I delivered my wife with the help of the OB and nursery staff exactly the way I saw it in the dream. I was the hospital neonatologist then.

The Egyptian doctor I worked with in the Pediatric Clinic wished ardently for a son. She already had 3 daughters like me, and because my wife gave birth to a son, she thought she should also have a son, statistically speaking, at least. Not quite; I saw her walk into the clinic with a beautiful daughter in her arms…in a dream. She gave birth to another daughter :-)

I was supposed to slaughter 2 sheep for my son’s ‘akika’ after his birth. Friends keep teasing me when it is the big day. Unlike Christianity, there is no baptism in Islam. Every living thing with a soul is born by the will of God and is, therefore, a Muslim. One ceases to be a Muslim only when baptized into other religions. Because I don’t want to be an ignorant believer, I have certain doubts about animal sacrifice. I asked some Muslim friends about the practice. I was told it is not an animal sacrifice: ignorant me. It is a Thanksgiving party in which you invite your neighbors, especially the poor, to share your joy.

PREDESTINATION

When I told my wife to pray for a son, was my wife carrying a female fetus that God changed into a male, or was it a coincidence that she was already carrying a male child at the time my wife and I prayed for a son? Do I believe in the power of prayer?

Predestination is one of the most controversial issues in Islam.

Do I believe in predestination? NO!

Did God predestine Hitler (World War 2), Bush and Chenney (9/11, Iraq, and Afghanistan), or Mladic and Melosevic (Balkan War) to launch wars that killed millions and brought horrific pain and suffering to the rest of mankind? I am sure that they must have prayed for something, and their prayers may have been granted. When you pray for something, you must be prepared for the consequences here and the hereafter.

Do I believe that my book of life was already written and sealed on the day I was born? YES!

That on the same day a person is born, his/her book of life is already written and sealed according to Islam is correct (my opinion of one), but I believe it is grossly misunderstood as predestination.

THE LOGIC

God’s power of foresight is absolute. On the day I was conceived, God knows if I will make it to term for how long I will live and the kind of life I will have. He knows exactly what date and what time I will pray for such and such. In short, God knows precisely in absolute terms the contents of my book of life, meaning when my wife and I prayed for a son in Mecca, He already knew on the day my wife and I were born. He already answered our prayers long before we even uttered the words of supplication :-) Meaning it was no coincidence that my wife at the time we were in Mecca was, in fact, carrying a male fetus. God already knew beforehand that we would ask for it.

If you are a Muslim who prays five times a day, imagine how many prayers God will have to answer on the day you are born. If you live for a hundred years, God will have to answer your tens of thousands of prayers in your book of life. Allah’u Akhbar! If you are one who prays infrequently, pray more often and witness the change in your life. You just have to believe.

Our lives are molded by our prayers because when you pray for something, you are, in essence, giving life to your vision. One who rarely prays has no concrete vision of his/her future. It is in the fog.

Epilogue

The night before the ‘akika’ (Thanksgiving party), I saw a white sheep in my dream that turned into gold right in front of me. I said, " Wow, what a dream.” I called the friend I had delegated to purchase the animals and told him to buy only white lambs. I knew then that my son would be okay—a golden boy inside and out.

NLK

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