“I K.illed 40+ Christians as a Doctor”: Muslim Doctor’s Secret Poisoning Christian Patients.
It was a Tuesday evening in March.
I was ending my shift when the admission came through.
A 12-year-old girl with severe pneumonia needing immediate treatment and monitoring.
I took the case because the pediatric specialist had already gone home and someone needed to get the girl stabilized.
I walked into the examination room and saw her small for her age, her dark skin glistening with fever sweat, her breathing labored and painful.
Her mother sat beside her, holding her hand, whispering encouragement to her.
The mother looked up when I entered and I saw the fear and hope mixed in her eyes.
Her mother introduced herself as Rebecca Okonquo.
She explained that they’d moved to Malaysia from Nigeria 2 years ago after her husband had been killed by Islamic extremists.
She told me that her husband had been a medical missionary who treated both Muslims and Christians without discrimination.
She said that extremists had attacked the clinic where he worked and he died trying to protect his patients and staff.
She told me all of this while tears ran down her cheeks.
Then she looked at me with such trust and said that she was grateful her daughter had me as her doctor.
She told me that Grace wanted to become a nurse when she grew up.
That before her father died, the two of them would play pretend at home.
Him wearing a doctor’s coat, Grace wearing a nurse’s uniform.
both of them practicing how to save lives.
Rebecca told me that grace was everything she had left in this world.
She said that she’d lost her husband to hatred and violence and she couldn’t bear to lose her daughter, too.
She asked me to please take good care of Grace, to please help her baby girl get better.
I looked down at Grace.
The girl’s eyes were half closed, but she managed a small smile when she saw me.
She tried to speak, but couldn’t because of her labored breathing.
Her mother told me that Grace had been asking about whether there would be kind doctors at the hospital and now Rebecca could tell her yes.
I smiled at them both.
I told Rebecca that her daughter was in good hands, that pneumonia was serious but treatable, that with proper antibiotics and monitoring, Grace should recover fully.
I explained the treatment plan, told them we’d admit Grace for at least 3 days of observation, and reassured them that everything would be fine.
Rebecca thanked me over and over.
She told me I was an answer to her prayers.
She said that God had blessed her by bringing grace to me.
I walked out of that room with my mind already made up.
Another infidel child would not grow up.
Another Christian family would learn the price of rejecting Islam.
The fact that this woman’s husband had already been killed by my Muslim brothers only made my decision feel more justified.
Clearly, this family was cursed by Allah for their rejection of true faith.
I admitted Grace to the ward, set up her four, and began the standard pneumonia protocol.
But that evening, after Rebecca had fallen asleep in the chair beside Grace’s bed, I prepared a different medication.