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HOLY HEAL

 One day my father told me about an incident ...    This is about my childhood.  I was about eight or nine years old. When I came out of the mosque after praying, an elderly woman stood up and said to me, "Son, come here."  She had a baby crying in her lap.  She said, "Recite Durood to him and suffocate him."  I recited Durood Sharif and breathed my last.  I asked, "What will happen to it?"  She said, "The child will get well. Right now all these good people are inside the mosque. When all these people come out, they will recite Durood on the child and breathe and this child will get well."  And the kids really did get better.  Today, the lines that line the outside of the Child Specialist are where people sit with their children. In the past, these lines used to be outside the mosque in our childhood.  After the evening prayers, there was a line that people whose children were sick would come out and suffocate, and the childre...