<p>Under: His Body as a Witness</p><p>Haisam sat on the long couch in the living room, with Yaya Habib beside him. Hanna looked at him with wide eyes, stunned. She confirmed it was indeed him, and Haisam, who also noticed her, squinted his eyes as if to confirm what he was seeing. He then grabbed his mother’s hand and said, “Mother, that’s Hanna! I saw her in my dream!” His mother broke into tears and said, “Haisam, this is not a dream. That is Hanna.”</p><p>Haisam, startled, tried to stand, but Yaya Habib held him down, reminding him he wasn’t strong enough to stand yet. He gently pushed Haisam back into his seat. Ramlah went to Hanna, took her hand, and led her to Haisam. She said, “Haisam, this is Hanna. Hanna, this is Haisam. It’s real; this is not a dream.” Hanna broke into tears and hugged Ramlah tightly. “Ramlah, you told me he was gone. But now I see him with my own eyes. Is it true? Is this real?” Tears streamed from Hanna’s and Haisam’s eyes.</p><p>Yaya Habib sighed deeply and said, “This is the power of God. Hanna, calm down and stop crying. Everyone here is waiting to hear what happened. They want to understand how it was announced that Haisam was dead, yet here he is alive.”</p><p>Hanna and Ramlah found seats and sat down. Haisam couldn’t take his eyes off Hanna, his gaze intense, filled with love and longing. Hanna, forgetting she was in the presence of others, returned the gaze, her eyes full of deep affection.</p><p>Haisam’s father and other family members entered the room. Yaya Habib began to explain, “As you all know, Haisam was critically ill when we left the country and traveled to London. When we arrived at the hospital, we were immediately taken to the operating room. The doctors, upon assessing his condition, said they needed to perform surgery immediately. I signed the consent forms and informed Baba (Father) of the situation.</p><p>After the surgery, they tried to revive him, but he did not wake up. They provided oxygen to assist his breathing, but nothing worked. Eventually, the doctors declared him dead. I was devastated and called Baba, crying as I told him Haisam had passed away.</p><p>One of the doctors suggested we wait for a few more hours because there were still some faint signs of life, though minimal. Baba contacted his friends in London, who came to the hospital to assist us. We requested the release of the body, intending to fly it back to Nigeria the next day for burial. The doctors, however, insisted on monitoring him for 12 more hours to be certain before releasing the body.</p><p>During those hours, I kept praying and hoping for a miracle. At the 12-hour mark, just as we were preparing to leave, the doctors noticed faint signs of life. Haisam began to show slight movements and shallow breathing. They recommended keeping him under observation, but I decided we would travel back home, whether or not he recovered fully.</p><p>In the plane, we had medical staff who helped maintain his breathing. By the time we landed in Kano, he had started breathing on his own. On our way home, he opened his eyes and whispered a prayer. That’s why you see him here now.”</p><p>The room erupted with emotions—tears of joy and gratitude filled the air. Haisam’s parents and Ramlah were overjoyed, unable to express the depth of their happiness.</p><p> </p><p> </p>
