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A Muslim doctor in Sarajevo showed how to live peacefully together, with respect and appreciation for other cultures and religions.<\/p>\n Each day, before downloading my email, I mentally prepare myself for dealing with the good, the bad, and the ugly. With hundreds of disciples and many other devotees regularly corresponding with me, the laws of nature force me to see the gamut of situations in this world.<\/p>\n March 16, 2006, was no exception. There were names to be given for babies, condolences for the families of departed souls, blessings for disciples (and rebukes for two), guidelines for a new marriage, and a plea for a departed student to return.<\/p>\n One name on the list in my mailbox caught my eye. It was Jahnukanyaka Dasi, a devotee from Sarajevo, Bosnia. I had met her years ago, on my first visit there. She had risked her life to spread Krishna consciousness throughout the three-year war that took over 100,000 lives there in the early 1990s. Such a devotee deserves attention, so I immediately opened her email.<\/p>\n I was hoping to read of the recent success the Sarajevo devotees had had in book distribution, but instead I learned with great sadness of the departure of a good friend of mine, Doctor Abdulah Nakas.<\/p>\n Knife-Wielding Soldiers<\/p>\n I first met Dr. Nakas in April 1996 in the bloodstained hallways of the partially destroyed central hospital in Sarajevo just days after the war had ended. Knife-wielding Muslim soldiers had attacked our chanting party that day, and several of our devotees had been seriously wounded.<\/p>\n After taking the other devotees back to the temple, I went to the hospital to check on the injured. When Dr. Nakas heard that a leader of our movement was there, he came out to meet me.<\/p>\n \u201cYour people\u2019s wounds are serious,\u201d he said, \u201cbut not critical. They will live.\u201d<\/p>\n He raised his arms in the air.<\/p>\n \u201cI am a devout Muslim,\u201d he said, \u201cbut I am ashamed of what my people have done. The war is over, but now we are spilling the blood of foreigners in our town. Please forgive us.\u201d<\/p>\n He put out his hand.<\/p>\n \u201cWe are brothers,\u201d he said, in a gesture of humility I will never forget.<\/p>\n I took his hand, red with the blood of the devotees and still holding a scalpel.<\/p>\n \u201cDoctor,\u201d I said, \u201cyou are not to blame, and neither is your religion. This is the act of a fringe element.\u201d<\/p>\n He once again turned his attention to the injured devotees.<\/p>\n While I was waiting, some of the soldiers who had attacked us came to the hospital to finish the job. They surrounded me and spit in my face. Dr. Nakas heard the commotion. He rushed out of the operating room and screamed at the soldiers to leave. Although he was defenseless and had no weapons, they backed down and went away.<\/p>\n Jahnukanyaka told me that day that everyone in Sarajevo respected him because of his selfless service during the war. For three years he operated on the endless casualties continuously, day in and day out, and often throughout the night. He performed surgery under the worst of circumstances, often with no water or electricity and few medical supplies. During the last two years of the war, the hospital had no anesthesia. He barely ate or slept. And several times the hospital itself was attacked and severely damaged by rocket fire.<\/p>\n \u201cHow was it possible?\u201d I asked her. \u201cWhere did he get the strength?\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled.<\/p>\n \u201cDuring the war,\u201d she said, \u201cseveral devotees and I would regularly visit the hospital, bringing prasadam and sometimes having Krishna conscious programs for the patients and medical staff. During those days it was dangerous just to walk outside because the Serbian Army had encircled the city and would indiscriminately fire rockets and shoot citizens daily.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was there at the hospital that I met Dr. Nakas,\u201d she continued. \u201cSomehow or other, he had acquired a Bhagavad-gita and would read it to his colleagues before the surgeries. He said it helped him realize the immortality of the soul and gave him strength as he watched people die before his eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cI was amazed that a staunch Muslim, who visited his mosque daily, was not only reading Bhagavad-gita but sharing it with others. Most of the Muslim doctors I approached at that time bought Bhagavad-gita because they knew that Dr. Nakas was reading it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat makes everything clear,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n Hearing the Gita at the End<\/p>\n Now, years later, I was sitting in front of my computer, remembering our conversation and feeling overwhelmed by that morning\u2019s email. I found Jahnukanyaka\u2019s phone number in Sarajevo and called her.<\/p>\n \u201cI received your email about Dr. Nakas,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry to hear of his departure. He was an amazing person, able to bridge gaps that often separate men because of nationality, race, and religion.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHere in Sarajevo,\u201d she said, \u201che is being mourned by everyone\u2014Muslims, Christians, and Jews.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDid he remain connected to us and maintain an interest in Bhagavad-gita after the war?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, he did,\u201d she replied. \u201cAfter the war I visited London, and when I came back to Sarajevo, I brought prasadam to Dr. Nakas. During our discussion, he offered to help us find a building for a new temple in Sarajevo. I was amazed because I knew it would not be easy. Bosnia is primarily a Muslim country.<\/p>\n \u201cDuring the war I developed a hernia from carrying so many books, and when I told Dr. Nakas, he offered to operate on it for free. He told me I was his godsister. The nurses told me that while performing the operation he recited many verses by memory from Bhagavad-gita.<\/p>\n \u201cHe never took a vacation in his entire career. After the war he just continued doing his service, operating every day. Recently he had a heart attack. He was operated on but lapsed into a coma. He was in intensive care, and only members of the medical staff were allowed entry. I called his brother, the director of the hospital, and begged him to let me go to Dr. Nakas\u2019s side.<\/p>\n \u201cTo my surprise he let me go, after making sure I was properly dressed in a surgical mask and gown. There were many doctors and nurses present when I entered Dr. Nakas\u2019s room. He was such a famous, much-loved, and respected man. They were trying everything to save him.<\/p>\n \u201cInitially, I was shocked seeing all the tubes and machines keeping him alive. Despite the fact that most of the medical staff there were Muslim, I began reading out loud from his favorite chapter of Bhagavad-gita, Chapter 9. All the doctors and nurses bowed their heads respectfully and remained silent as I read the entire chapter.<\/p>\n \u201cSeveral days later they contacted me and asked me to come back a second time. I saw it as a special arrangement of Krishna for Dr. Nakas. On that visit I sang the Damodarashtakam prayers and the Hare Krishna mantra, and read the Seventh Chapter of Bhagavad-gita. Again the entire staff listened respectfully. They knew it was what Dr. Nakas would have wanted.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo days later he died. I went to his funeral with some devotees. More than 10,000 people attended. He was a national hero. The people of Sarajevo loved him so much. He was buried according to the Muslim tradition. But you can imagine\u2014there we were, dressed in our traditional Vaishnava attire. No one complained. They all knew how much he loved us, and we him.\u201d<\/p>\n A Lesson in Peaceful Coexistence<\/p>\n As she spoke I couldn\u2019t hold back my tears, and they were not only for the fact that Dr. Nakas had so much appreciation for the immortal wisdom of Bhagavad-gita and had helped devotees at the end of the war and after, but because of my own encounters with him. I could still envision him apologizing for the wrong his Muslim brothers had inflicted upon us and his screaming at the soldiers who had come to kill me. They were some of the most intense moments I have ever experienced, and he had played an integral part in saving my life and those of our wounded devotees.<\/p>\n When I finished my call with Jahnukanyaka, I went before my deities, bowed down, and prayed that the Lord would honor the devotional service Dr. Nakas had performed as a devout Muslim and as a follower of the sacred wisdom of Bhagavad-gita. The world has much to learn from Dr. Nakas: how to live peacefully together, with respect and appreciation for other cultures and religions.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/lh3.googleusercontent.com\/-ivRHiDk7jcY\/VWHmi0roVHI\/AAAAAAAAPc0\/aTA6LF9c3LM\/s0\/2015-05-24_16-56-10.jpg\")
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