A group of us went to the Pemba Hospital and broke up into several groups. One of the rooms my group was in had two burned children. I prayed for one of them.
His wounds were exposed and he was shimmering in his mother’s arms. The father gave me permission to pray. I prayed for a while. The child kept whimpering and would not eat the food offered by his mother. When I stopped praying the child ate some food, stopped whimpering and promptly fell asleep on his mother’s lap. Later, on the way out, I passed the room. The child was on the bed on his back (the lower back had been burned) smiling and his family smiled when they saw me walk by. -Mark