I Found Sai There

Aum Sairam

The surgeon sat beside my bed; and my friends sat across him. "Tomorrow
morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..."

"You'll find Sai there," I interrupted.

The surgeon looked up, annoyed. "I'll cut your heart open," he
continued, to see how much damage has been done..."

"But when you open up my heart, you'll find Sai in there." The surgeon
looked to the parents, who sat quietly.

"When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and
chest back up and I'll plan what to do next."

"But you'll find Sai in my heart. "Gita, Bible, Koran" says He lives
there. The hymns all say He lives there. You'll find Him in my heart."

The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your
heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened
vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."

"You'll find Sai there too. He lives there."

The surgeon left. After the surgery, the surgeon sat in his office,
recording his notes: "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein,
widespread muscle degeneration. No hope for transplant, no hope for
cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:" here he
paused, "death within one year
"

He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud.

"Why did you do this? You've put him here; you've put him in this
pain; and you've cursed him to an early death. Why?"

The Lord Sai answered, "The child, My lamb, was not meant for your
flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be.
Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you
cannot imagine. His friends will one day join him here, and they will
know peace, and My flock will continue to grow."

The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created
that Boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months.

Why?"

The Lord Sai answered, "The child, my lamb, shall return to my flock,
for he has done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose
him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."

The surgeon wept.

The surgeon sat beside my bed; my friends sat across him. I awoke and
whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"

"Yes," said the surgeon.

"What did you find?" I asked.

"I found Sai there," said the surgeon.

Allah Malik