Once during a stay in our ancestral city of Karachi, in the mid 1980’s, during the humid summer, my little family consisting of my wife and two daughters, aged 11 and 12, decided one evening to pack dinner and go the seashore to a place Boat Basin. We thought to dine there beside the sea and enjoy the cool fresh breeze, which Karachi is famous for. 

The serene evening was suddenly marred when I ate a morsel of food and swallowed something that felt very much like a bone. This object being sharp, edged like a knife, promptly got stuck in my throat. I went into instant panic and terrific anxiety. The more I tried dislodge it, the more firmly it dug in, each effort causing as much pain as though someone was slicing my neck from the outside.

With incredible difficulty, I somehow drove home and tried some home remedies but to no avail. Then I applied udi and waited.

At about midnight, we gave up the home remedies and decided to go to the nearby Seventh Day Adventist Hospital. The Emergency Ward was crowded but soon enough the doctor on duty took me in hand, suggesting an X-Ray of the throat to see what we were dealing with. 

What we saw was not assuring. The bone looked like an inch long tip of a knife broken away from the blade. There it sat in the X Ray, inches away from critical nerves and blood vessels. The doctor thought of passing an endoscope under anesthesia as one possibility, and suggested more X Rays to refine the exact location of the bone.

My wife parked me in a wheelchair in a room full of patients, and went out to the lobby where my daughters sat with rest of my family, to ask them to begin a reading of Sai Satcharita, as things looked grim. They informed her they had already begun it, and were doing it inspite of much scolding from the other members of my family who had no faith in Sai Baba and disliked our belief in him.

My wife returned just as the doctor called us for more X Rays, which were duly taken. It was about 3 AM and things looked precarious. We were called in to the doctor’s office where he stood before wet plates on the lighted consoles.

After checking the X Rays again, with a puzzled look, he said, “I have checked every place from the throat to abdomen. I can’t find the bone. It has disappeared”. My wife and I were dumbfounded. The reading continued outside.

Sai Baba had saved me from probably the worst health trauma of my life. Even today, I love him and turn to him in periods of great stress.

– Homi K.

Homi K. is a medical doctor who lives with his family in the US. He has practiced medicine in many countries, often seeing poor patients for free. He is a long time devotee of Shirdi Sai Baba and will share many miracles experienced by him and his family.

“I shall draw out My devotees from the jaws of Death.” – Sai Baba