The world has much to learn from Dr. Nakas: how to live peacefully together with respect and appreciation for other cultures and religions.
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[Posted Sep 30, 2006]

Tribute to Dr. Nakas of Bosnia

His Grace Indradumnya Swami

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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.

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 chastisements for two), guidelines for a new marriage, and a plea for a departed student to return.

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 risked her life to preach 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.

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.

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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. Our chanting party had been attacked by knife-wielding Muslim soldiers that day, and several of our devotees had been seriously wounded.

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. "Your people's wounds are serious," he said, "but not critical. They will live."

He raised his arms in the air. "I am a devout Muslim," he said, "but 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."

He put out his hand. "We are brothers," he said, in a gesture of humility I will never forget.

I took his hand, red with the blood of the devotees and still holding a scalpel. "Doctor," I said, "you are not to blame, and neither is your religion. This is the act of a fringe element."

He once again turned his attention to the injured devotees.

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.

Jahnukanyaka told me that day that everyone in Sarajevo respected him because of his selfless service during the war. For three years he operated continuously, day in and day out, and often throughout the night on the endless casualties. 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.

"How was it possible?" I asked her. "Where did he get the strength?"

She smiled. "During the war," she said, "several devotees and I would regularly visit the hospital, bringing prasadam and sometimes having 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."

"It was there at the hospital that I met Dr. Nakas," she continued. "Somehow or other, he had acquired a Bhagavad-gita and would read it to his colleagues before the surgeries. He said it helped him realise the immortality of the soul and gave him strength as he watched people die before his eyes.

"I was amazed that a staunch Muslim, who visited his mosque daily, was not only reading Bhagavad-gita, but sharing it with others. When I was distributing books at that time, most of the Muslim doctors I approached bought Bhagavad-gita because they knew it was Dr. Nakas's reading material."

"That makes everything clear," I said.

Now, years later, I was sitting in front of my computer, remembering our conversation and feeling overwhelmed by that morning's email. I found Jahnukanyaka's phone number in Sarajevo and called her.

"I received your email about Dr. Nakas," I said. "I'm sorry to hear of his departure. He was an great person, able to bridge gaps that often separate men because of nationality, race, and religion."

"Here in Sarajevo," she said, "he is being mourned by everyone, Muslims, Christians, and Jews."

"Did he remain connected to us and maintain an interest in Bhagavad-gita after the war?" I said.

"Yes, he did," she replied. "After the war I visited London, and when I came back to Sarajevo, I brought prasadam [sanctified food] to Dr. Nakas. During our discussion he offered to help us find a building for a new temple in Sarajevo. I was surprised because I knew it would not be an easy thing. Bosnia is primarily a Muslim country.

"During 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.

"He 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 the medical staff were allowed entry. I called his brother, the director of the hospital, and begged him to let me go to his brother's side.

"To 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' room. He was such a famous, much-loved, and respected man. They were trying everything to save him.

"Initially, 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 nine. All the doctors and nurses bowed their heads respectfully and remained silent as I read the entire chapter.

"Several days later they contacted me and asked me to come back a second time. I saw it as a special arrangement of Krsna for Dr. Nakas. On that visit I sang the Damodar-astakam 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.

"Two days later he died. I went to his funeral with some devotees. There were more than 10,000 people attending. 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 - there we were, dressed in our traditional Vaisnava attire. No one complained. They all knew how much he loved us, and we him."

As she spoke I couldn't hold back my tears, and they were not only for the fact that Dr. Nakas had so much appreciation for the 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 apologising 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.

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.

Indradyumna Swami

Indradumnya Swami

Indradyumna Swami, disciple of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, is perhaps best known for his Polish "Festival of India" tour, but has travelled extensively throughout the East European nations as well as to Russia and Ukraine, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Hungary, and South America. Read more from Indradyumna Swami's Diary of a Travelling Preacher website

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