Rabia Malek NDE

Experience Description

Hello everyone,

First of all, the feedback I’ve received has been very diverse: some describe it as a transcendent experience, others as an OBE (out-of-body experience) followed by an NDE (near-death experience).

Here is my story:

In 2002, I was working in a hotel establishment located in the Sahara, in southern Algeria. One day, an unexpected event changed my life forever.

That evening, I wasn’t working. I went into town, 15 kilometers from the hotel, to run some errands and have a coffee. Around 8:35 p.m., in complete darkness, I returned by bus. The driver kindly dropped me off on a nearby road, even though it wasn’t an official stop.

As I got off the bus, a sandstorm was raging. The streetlights around the hotel were off. While I was trying to cross the road, I neither saw nor heard a car approaching—probably due to poor visibility and the noise of the wind.

The car was driving at 80 km/h, according to the driver’s statement and the national gendarmerie’s report. Its headlights blinded me, and before I could react, it hit me. My body was thrown several meters away. Despite

My body was lying on the ground, and at that very moment, I experienced a state of expanded consciousness. I was more aware than ever. I realized that I could no longer move, while I heard people shouting loudly, calling for emergency services and saying, “Your coworker has had an accident.”

At that instant, I saw a truck approaching behind the car that had hit me. I was afraid it might run me over. I tried to move toward the rubble, but I couldn’t. So I covered my head with my left hand, because my right hand was fractured. I also had a double fracture in my right leg and fractures in my right ribs (4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th).

Suddenly, a young girl appeared. She was crouched just above my head. I felt her hair brushing against my face. She said to me, “Why are you covering your head?” I told her I was afraid of the light from the approaching truck. She reassured me: “Don’t be afraid of the truck. It’s still far away. Look closely at this light—it’s here to protect you.”

Looking more closely, I saw a rectangular light that seemed to secure the entire accident site, like a protective dome. I felt a deep sense of peace.

Coincidentally, emergency responders arrived at that moment. I was placed in a car. The driver, an officer of the national gendarmerie, was working with a security guard who was still on probation. They seemed to know each other already.

While they were transporting me, I was lying on the back seat. The young girl was still there, never taking her eyes off me. She kept repeating: “Don’t fall asleep, don’t close your eyes.” Meanwhile, my condition kept worsening. I could feel my throat filling with blood, and my breathing was growing weaker and weaker.

As I found myself in a critical condition, I told the driver that I believed I was nearing the end of my life. Aware of the urgency, he asked me to recite the Shahada. I replied that I already had: “I bear witness that there is no deity but God, and that Mohammed is His prophet and messenger.” I then asked him to drive faster to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.

A young girl advised me not to speak any further. At that moment, due to the stress, my perception changed: the two passengers in the vehicle seemed to vanish from my field of vision. I felt as though I was floating alone at incredible speed, passing through a dark tunnel whose light gradually intensified as I moved forward. Eventually, I arrived at the hospital.

In this altered state of consciousness, I had a vision in which I was wandering through a hospital corridor. I saw a colleague there who seemed upset, apparently due to a lack of staff available to provide emergency care. I also saw my own body lying on the operating table, surrounded by medical personnel. The doctor in charge of my care, who had been called in urgently, looked worried—just like the other medical staff present that night.

The doctor addressed me by name. When he asked if I could hear him, I answered yes. He then reassured me, explaining that although my condition was serious, it was not hopeless. He spoke about placing a silver plate between my teeth in order to reposition the fractures in my right tibia and fibula. In addition, he mentioned a thoracic belt to stabilize several fractured ribs (4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th right ribs), as well as flail chest segments.

I remember asking him for a moment to catch my breath before he proceeded. After I had regained a bit of strength, I gave a signal to indicate that I was ready. He showed me the X-ray results, explaining in detail the injuries and the steps to be taken for my treatment.

After looking at the X-ray, I was told that the fracture was slightly misaligned by a few millimeters. I replied that it wasn’t normal, and suddenly, I heard a voice say, “What’s going on? The anesthesia hasn’t taken effect.”

That was the moment I realized I was floating above my own body. Those were the last words I heard in the operating room.

Then, the young girl appeared in front of me again and said, “Come on, we have to go.” As soon as she finished speaking, I found myself in another hospital room, lying on a medical stretcher. My body was covered in blood, and I was screaming in pain. At the same time, I could hear screams echoing throughout the hospital.

In that room where I was, voices echoed. I could see silhouettes made of light, but also others, darker. One of the voices kept repeating: “Help the young girl, she’s drowning.” That phrase haunted me.

Beside me, the young girl was trying to signal something with her hands, as if she were drowning—but I couldn’t move or help her. Then, suddenly, a deep silence fell. I heard a female voice coming from the end of the hallway declare: “Make way, the Lord is coming. Step aside and clear the path.”

As that voice got closer, I felt a divine presence. When I looked up, I saw four majestic figures surrounded by an intense light: one woman and three men. Among them, I recognized the Lord Jesus, the Prophet Mohammed, and the third introduced himself as the god Shiva. However, I did not recognize the woman.

And suddenly, my body, which had been bleeding profusely, stopped bleeding.

I saw the young girl who had accompanied me throughout this experience stand up on her feet. A tall woman with long hair said to me: “This is the second time I’ve seen you.”

I replied: “Yes, my Lord, but this time, I was really in pain.”

That’s when the Lord Jesus and the Prophet Mohammed came closer to me. They placed their hands on my chest. I heard a voice say: “Now, you have grace.”

At that moment, a deep feeling of wholeness, peace, and well-being overwhelmed me. What particularly caught my attention was all the silhouettes present in that hospital. They were rushing to place their hands on the hand of the Lord Jesus.

The young girl who was with me explained: “It’s not your chest they’re drawn to, but the energy they want to absorb.”

Then, I heard a voice among them ask: “But how did he get here?”

The young girl replied: “I brought him, and he could have been lost if the Prophet Mohammed hadn’t intervened.”

The Prophet Mohammed then pointed with his hand and showed me scenes from my life. Some of them were painful memories I would have preferred to forget—things I deeply regretted.

I won’t hide from you that I remember very clearly the feeling of being judged unfairly. I cried out: “Why, after all the misery, suffering, and pain I’ve lived through, am I the one being judged again?”

And I added: “I also want to judge everyone who hurt me.”

During an intense personal experience, I felt as if I were transported into an altered state of consciousness. A tall woman with long hair spoke to me, saying: “Get up and follow the hand of the Lord Jesus.” At that moment, a strange sensation, like an energetic push, propelled me forward. Looking behind me, I saw my own body lying on a blood-stained stretcher. This vision was accompanied by an intense feeling of lightness and a sharp awareness of my own essence—distinct, yet part of a universal whole.

I was allowed to explore an unfamiliar space, but with clear restrictions: certain paths and boundaries were forbidden, under penalty of losing any possibility of return. The young girl offered to accompany me. She claimed to know a safe way back, and after a discussion among the presences, her offer was accepted.

The young girl then approached me and asked me to hold her hand. “Hold my hand tightly and always keep looking straight ahead,” she advised. As we moved along the path, I observed a ground made of a mix of red earth and golden sand. The farther we advanced, the more the ground seemed to transform—at times crystalline, at others indescribable.

Eventually, we reached a vast platform where countless beings were gathered—silhouettes made of both shadow and light, sharing some human features. Among these entities were thousands of different biological forms. However, the young girl explained that only two groups had a significant genetic similarity with humans, and humans themselves were a minority.

Intrigued by their posture, I asked her: “Why are they all looking at the sky?”

She squeezed my hand, and with a smile full of genuine joy, she said: “Now is when the show begins.”

Intrigued, I asked her: “Why are you holding my hand so tightly?”

She replied: “You’ll understand very soon.”

At that very moment, we witnessed a spectacular display of luminous spacecraft. These ships illustrated the exploration of distant worlds, accompanied by narratives of new technologies that transcended our current understanding. These civilizations had discovered how to harness universal energies—a tangible manifestation of the synergy between advanced science and cosmic spirituality.

Each demonstration triggered a collective awakening among the human-like species present. They instinctively recognized a higher wisdom, born from the unity between their spiritual essence and scientific evolution. The rapid gathering of individuals—though fleeting—caused a commotion in this vast assembly of human consciousness, reflecting the urgency to absorb this cosmic knowledge.

It was now humanity’s turn to share its own legacy. Our messages, written in the sky and sometimes veiled by clouds reminiscent of a springtime Earth, reflected our hopes and aspirations. We projected the portraits of our prophets, our visionaries, and our scholars—revealing the symbiosis between faith and rationality. Among them were scientists, doctors, artists, and thinkers who had shaped our world. We also recognized familiar faces, and in that moment of unity, we felt immense joy.

As our presentation came to an end, an unexpected chaos arose. The crowd, in a frenzy, dispersed in all directions. I too felt disoriented, lost in this sea of agitated souls. Looking at the young girl, I finally understood why she had never let go of my hand. She was afraid I would lose myself in that human confusion.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The sky, once bright, began to darken—a powerful metaphor for the fragility of our connection to the universe. The young girl then whispered urgently: “Come, we must go. Our time here is over. If we stay, we’ll lose our way.”

Her words echoed like a spiritual call to move forward, not to linger in what belongs to the past. As we walked away, total darkness enveloped us, forcing us to surrender to our mutual trust and to the certainty of a future still unknown.

After a traumatic event that led to a near-death experience (NDE), I underwent a series of extraordinary perceptions that seem to belong to both the spiritual and psychological realms. During this NDE, I found myself in an altered state of consciousness, where I perceived a luminous path. A tall feminine presence with long hair appeared several times. She asked me, "Do you know her?" referring to the young girl who had been with me from the start. I replied, "Yes." She then insisted, saying, "She is my daughter, take care of her." Before sending me back to my earthly life, her last words were: "Remember, I am everywhere."

After 24 hours in a deep coma, I regained consciousness in my physical body, feeling intense pain and a sense of confinement, as if my body was going to explode. This pain was greater than the one from the initial accident. The physical rehabilitation lasted six months, and despite gradual improvement, the event left deep scars.

For 19 years, I searched to understand this extraordinary experience, which was later recognized as an NDE in 2018. In 2019, I found the young girl mentioned in my experience, a flamenco dancer named Rosa. However, our interaction was brief and ended after a week.

Today, 19 years after the event, I notice significant changes in my relationship with society and myself. I experience heightened sensitivity, as if I am constantly in "reception mode," picking up invisible frequencies related to other dimensions or spiritual presences. Visits from the deceased have become frequent and uncontrollable, which is particularly exhausting psychologically and energetically. This situation has pushed me to explore further the links between consciousness, spirituality, and the still unknown scientific phenomena.

That's all.

I apologize if the account of my experience seems a bit long to you. Thank you sincerely for reading.

Kind regards, Rabia Malek