Interview with Shaikh Mustafa Ezzi, Mombasa, by Mudar Patherya 
 
We were married for six years and childless. The prognosis: blocked fallopian tubes.
 
I will not sound cocky that I always believed that a divine solution was round the corner; there were moments of silence when I saw life stretching slowly across the decades when all I would have for conversation is a wife and walls.
 
So we did what most would do in our place: seek Huzurala’s intercession (then in Dar es Salam). And since we knew that he would first ask for a medical report, we went armed.
 
First to Shahzada Dr Idrees, who we felt would comprehend the medical grimness of the case and present it appropriately to Huzurala. Dr Idrees patiently heard what we had to say; he patiently saw what we had to present. Then he slowly wrote on the papers: “Operation zaroori chhey.”
 
Thereafter, we went to Huzurala. Huzurala heard us. Then pronounced: “Operation waastey London jaao!”
 
We – husband and wife – returned to Mombasa. We did our homework. We shook our heads. The fee of 2500 pounds was beyond our means. So rather than say forget it, we felt that we would show our papers to another doctor in Kenya, check if she would consent to doing the operation at a lower cost and then go with this overall arrangement to Huzurala in Nairobi for his endorsement.
 
We did. We re-presented the case to Huzurala and ironically when we should have both been requesting for dua for a child, we found ourselves entreating (hilariously in retrospect): “Maula, aaap dua karo ke operation no kharcho kam thaayi!”
 
Back in Mombasa, the doctor we were consulting indicated that she would soon be leaving for London and it might be reasonable for us to get a last test done before she left. It was a Friday between 230 and 3 pm, the test was done, the doctor went inside to get the report but the person who came out was most un-doctorlike. She was jumping! “Look! Look!” she exclaimed pointing to the report. “The fallopian tubes are open!”
 
For a couple quite reconciled to blocked tubes at one point, we now have four children and our eldest (25) is a full-fledged doctor.
 
For a middle-class couple who had spent thousands in tests, diagnoses and consultation fees leading to the confession that we couldn’t afford an expensive medical intervention, we spent no more than the Kenyan equivalent of Rs 1000 thereafter – in exchange for four children and no medical complications!
 
Every one of us communicates person to person; Huzurala communicates person to organs.
 
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