The title means “the devil of the right lobe of your brain” … She once said and it sounded like a cry “Rabena ye7faz men Eblees el fas el yemeen, las3etoo gamada …” it means “God protect from the mightness of the hurt of the devil of the right lobe …”
We were talking and I think we reached a level of understanding we did not reach with each other before … then she asked me to pray for her prophecy … In my own experience, I have seen such people destroying others by their prophecy for them, so when she told me; my reaction was not what she was needing and expecting it …
However, my reaction was exactly what she needed … she needed me to pray, and for me to pray I need to feel and believe what I am praying for … So what appeared as an argument, it was in a matter of fact my trial to get into her shoes, and I did, and now I can pray …
My Lord, Abah El Aab, I don’t know how to start or from where … I humbly ask to enter your presence, your mighty one your holy one, I know I don’t deserve to enter or talk to you … But I ask you in the name of your Jesus Son, in holy blood to cover me with beautiful fragrance to be worthy to enter your mighty and holy presence … I want to talk to my Abah El Aab, I want to talk to YOU… my heart is torn and all my abilities and powers seem impotent now, because my eyes are watching your daughter, the one who is living dead the one who needs your promise of resurrection, and as I watch her everyday now struggling, my heart gets torn and I feel impotent unable to help or do anything … I believe from all of my heart it is not a man’s job, no one can do anything, and that is why I am here now Abah El Aab, I am here bowing on my knees kissing your feet and letting my tears flow over your feet … and I cry “resurrect her” oh Lord please do, deliver and do not be late , for your own sake … If I can’t see her being tortured everyday from inside, how about YOU … how can YOU see her like this and not do anything … I believe in YOUR MIGHT, YOU don’t need her to go to some place else to do a miracle … And I don’t know what YOU want her to do before YOU deliver, or to do something … All I know is that YOU CAN … Also I know enough leaving her torture in death everyday … Forgive me MY LORD, I crossed my line, I forgot who am I and who YOU are!! I can’t tell YOU “it is enough now” … But that is because more than anything in my life now, I want you to deliver and not be late … I cry for you to protect her from the devil of the right lobe … YOU know how she feels and how the situation is, I struggle to find words for it … the wounds are too deep that for medical men, they announce “it is hopeless” … but they are mere men, limited weak pathetic, but YOU are mighty, source of every LIFE … her memories are pierced into her heart and hanging from there as a very heavy weight no one can carry around, and at the piercing points there are holes that are leaking blood every second, life is being drained out of her every second and these holes gives no hope for medical intervention, because no matter how much blood we give her, these holes will drain it … she needs these piercing to be removed once and for all … no man surgeon can remove them, they announced hopeless from long time ago … She needs YOUR hands, that can give life and conquer death … And Oh Lord, even if these piercings are result of our stubbornness or actions, YOUR mercy has surpassed our transgressions when YOUR Jesus died for her … So deliver my Lord, deliver and don’t be late for your own sake … In Jesus name, Amen.
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