Synopsis
My name is Abdi, and from November 2025 to March 2026, I went through the most painful and frightening period of my life. It was a journey that nearly took my life and tested my faith, strength, and hope.
It all started in November 2025 when I suddenly began feeling unwell. At first, I thought it was just a normal fever that would disappear after a few days. But as time went by, my condition became worse. I experienced severe headaches, weakness, body pains, and constant exhaustion. My head could not stop. I was running up and down, left and right, searching for answers.
When I first went to the hospital, doctors suspected that I had dengue fever. They carried out several tests and started treatment based on that diagnosis. I believed I would recover quickly, but instead, my condition continued to deteriorate.
As weeks passed, more tests were done. Blood tests, scans, and many other examinations were carried out. To everyone's surprise, every test showed that there was no infection. Doctors could not understand what was happening. They ruled out one disease after another, yet I continued suffering.
By December and January, I had become weak and frustrated. I moved from one hospital to another, hoping that someone would finally discover what was wrong with me. Family members and friends became worried because they could see that I was fighting for my life. Despite all the tests, the doctors still had no answers.
At some point, some doctors openly admitted that they did not know what was causing my illness. Others tried different approaches, but nothing seemed to work. There were moments when I felt hopeless. I saw confusion in the faces of the medical staff, and at certain stages, it felt as though they had given up on me.
The pain was unbearable. There were nights when I could not sleep because of the headaches and fear. I wondered whether I would live to see another day. My mind was restless, and I kept running from one place to another in search of healing.
In the middle of all the uncertainty, I turned to God. I went for prayers at Mlejo Maria, believing that when human beings had no answers, God still had the final say. I prayed with all my heart and asked God to save my life. I refused to lose hope even when everything around me seemed impossible.
Slowly, as the months passed, I began to regain strength. By March 2026, I could finally see signs of improvement. It was not an easy recovery, but I knew deep inside that God had given me another chance at life.
Looking back today, I still remember the fear, the endless hospital visits, and the countless tests that showed no infection. I remember how doctors first said it was dengue fever, how later they admitted they did not know, and how at some stages they seemed to have given up. But through it all, I never stopped believing.
My experience taught me that life is precious and that faith can carry us through the darkest moments. I am alive today not because the journey was easy, but because I refused to give up, and by God's grace, I survived a sickness that almost took my life.