“There is a remedy for every disease and if that remedy is applied to it, it is cured by the permission of Allah the Glorious and Exalted.” These words of the Holy Prophet (Peace be upon him) echoed in my mind as I was being led for the ‘unsuccessful’ operation. Well it was not done or finished yet but everyone knew (the whole world knew) that there IS NO CURE FOR AIDS. Or it should be like this. There is a cure but it is waiting for someone to find it. My stomach was lurching as they led me through the corridor and into room 222. Before I went in I met my mom. She gave me a small smile and whispered, ‘Don’t worry after this operation; I have an idea which is far better than all these western doctors. I will see you soon Inshallah.’ It was not my mom or dad who wanted to show me to these western doctors. But many my personal doctor had already arranged the appointment and in a western country so nothing could be done. Well now I could see the doctor filling a syringe and then pricked it in my hand… everything went black. When I woke up my mom smiled and tried hard not to show her teeth. I felt happy too. But what about the results. I asked my mom and she said that they coming in 2 weeks time. I signed. My mom advised me to eat a lot of dates, black seeds. I was supposed to drink Zamzam and take a bath in it too. A radio was placed near my bed which played different Holy verses of the Quran. After 2 weeks the results came and showed that I was about to in a few months time. But after 2 months my mom took me in for more reports and the western doctors said that I never had AIDS. They said I was healthy and fit (they said that they were ‘damn’ sure that I had AIDS). After my successful treatment the miraculous cure became famous and there was now a cure available for AIDS. But the west never believed it. I now dedicated my life to Allah for making a golden age for Muslims where they could progress ahead of the West.