In a British accent, he tells me his name is Dr.Nawaz, and suddenly I want to be away from this man, because I don't think I can bear what he has come to tell me. He says the boy had cut himself deeply and had lost a great deal of blood and my mouth begins to mutter that prayer again: They had to transfuse several units of red cells- Twice, they had to revive him- namaz, zakat. They would have lost him if his heart hadn't been young and strong- He is alive.