Grace and Peace to all. Iam ILJ, and this is not my testimony, but my new friend and brother in Christ's. I moderate a forum for him on another web-site.If there is a problem with the forum moderator here; with me posting this, please let me know.Also if it is ok, I may post another powerful testimony here.
In Christ
ILJ
KHALED'S TESTIMONY
This is the site administrater at the exMuslim web-site' s testimony.Not mine.
In Christ
ILJ
KHALED'S TESTIMONY
I was born to Muslim parents, and I'm a descendent of 'ALI IBN ABU TALIB the cousin
of Mohammed, the prophet of Islam, and the fourth Caliph (i.e., "ruler").
At an early age, I was one of the Muslims believers who performed all of the
religious duties, from praying to fasting and everything in between. I was
planning to be an Imam of a mosque, like my grandfather. I started to study
the Fiqh and the Quran (Islamic sacred scripture), but after some time, I felt
bored reading similar books and essays. I recognised that there are a lot
of differences in Islam. For instance, in Iraq (my country), there are a
lot of Shia, and it was strange for a Sunni like me to know that there
was someone different from his faith but claiming to be Muslim, so I
decided to study the various Islamic schools of thought.
After a lot of reading in this field, I become more familiar with Mu'tazilah
than any other school of thought. Mu'tazilah is more reasonable than the
rest of the schools, in the sense that it involves argumentation and philosophy.
I began to be open-minded for the first time in my life. Gradually, I
decided to study other religions. I tried to preach the Quran, starting in
Da'wa (i.e, evangelizm) with some young Christians, using my good knowledge of the
argumentative tools, and I created many faith problems for them. Because of this,
their families appealed to the priest of their church and asked him to invite me
to visit him.
Arguing with him was very difficult for me because he always answered all my
doubting questions. After I had known him a year, he died, but he had changed
a lot of my thoughts about Christianity. However, I still didn't believe in it.
After this, I started to see Islam with new eyes, seeing the contradictions in
it, studying it in comparison to Christianity.
One night in a dream, I saw a vision of a man with a beard talking to me:
"Son", he asked me, "why do you attack my sheep?"
I replied, "Who are you sir?"
He answered, "Jesus Christ"
So, I answered his question, "I'm not attacking your sheep, sir, I'm trying
to bring your lost sheep back to the straight path."
He said, "You are the one who is lost; I'm the straight path."
I woke up asking myself a number of questions: Did I really see Jesus? He
said that I'm lost. What did he mean? Does that mean that the Christian is
right and that I'm on the wrong path? But it was only a dream. Still,
Mohammed said in one of his Hadith that if you see a prophet in a dream, you
see him truly because Satan could not act like a prophet in a vision. Obey him,
and follow what he says. That is what Mohammed said.
After some time being a little confused, I left the two religions and became
a non-believer.
Around that time, my father (a high-ranking officer) died in a car
accident, which we assumed was a natural accident. So, I kept carrying on
with my life, and because I had inherited from my father a good fortune, I
was able to do a lot of wicked things-wasting money on sex, alcohol, drugs,
whatever I could find for pleasure.
After a period of time, I heard again a voice (which I knew was
Jesus's voice), saying, "Run away from your country NOW!"
This voice was firm with me, so I woke up, I bagged my things, and in a few
hours, I was outside Iraq and heading for my mother's home in another
Arabic country.
When I was in the airplane (that was 1990, and Iraq was not under the
siege), I began to doubt my actions and started to blame myself for the
stupid thing I was doing. But then, I told myself, "Well, let's have an
early vacation. I can at least thank Jesus for that". And I smiled at the
evil thoughts about what I was going to do for pleasure on my trip.
When I landed in the Arabic country that I was travelling to, I went to my
grandfather's house. There, I called my mother back in Iraq saying, "Mom,
don't worry-I'm visiting here for a while, and then, I'll return home".
She replied, "Don't ever think about coming back-there was a police unit
seeking you!"
Knowing that I had never broken the law or even been involved in any
political opposition, I answered in shock, "What??!! What you are talking
about?!"
She said, "They were seeking some military documents that they think that your
father hid, and for this (they had told her), he was assassinated. Thank
God that you left-they thought that you had the documents. They took your
brothers (from another mother), too, to investigate them".
[Note: My mother was protected during all of this because she was an Arabic
journalist working with her country's embassy, so nobody could hurt her or
arrest her for investigation without permission from the ministry of
foreign affairs.]
I was shocked. I felt dizzy. I could not imagine what would happen! But if
I were there in Iraq, they would torture me to confess what I had not done,
and maybe they would kill me. What an unexpected danger I had escaped from!
I had never imagined that I would have to flee for my life. I had never had
a thought that I could ever be in such danger.
Who could have known such a future for me?! God alone could have known it!
So, was Jesus God?!! I really became confused, shocked, dizzy, and-in this
condition-passed out. After a few hours, I woke up from my comatose state,
and I start to pray to God, sincerely asking Him to show me the way, the
truth.
After that, I dreamed again of Jesus, and he said to me, "I love you. Why
you don't love me likewise? Come to me because I have a plan for you". I
woke up crying. He was looking for me, and I was trying to escape from him.
He wanted me to be with him, and I was not. He had saved me from the hands
of the Iraqi torture machine, so I told him, "I'm coming to you, Jesus,
even if this costs me my life".
At that moment, He entered my life, and become my Lord and Saviour. I really
was washed in His pure blood, becoming another person, one reborn in His grace.
Local Christian churches refused to help me at first, and for a period of
time, I felt that I was very alone and that only God was with me.
The only real worry that I had, however, was about my means of living, for
I had left my wealth behind me, and unfortunately for me, the Iraqi
authorities had confiscated all my property.
But the Lord showed me that I couldn't rely upon material wealth anyway,
for a few months later, Iraq invaded Kuwait, and the Iraqi Dinar, which was
officially 3 dollars and in the black market merely 30 cents, fell
enormously in value. Most of the wealth that I had inherited from my father
had been in Iraqi currency, and I had it in the bank while I was living
in Iraq. If I had still been living in Iraq during the Gulf crisis, then
instead of having $800,000, I would have had only $800!! Thanks be to Jesus
for showing me that I can only depend upon him, not upon worldly things.
From this, I derive comfort.
After a long period of time in my mother's country, where I was witnessing
for Jesus, extremist Islamic groups there discovered my apostasy from
Islam. They held a faith court about me, and commanded me to repent and
renew my faith in Islam, or they would kill me for being a Murttad (i.e.,
"apostate"). They gave me 2 days to make my decision.
I tried to go to the police for protection, but the police arrested me for
inciting activities against Islam and disturbing community security. They
put me in jail and started to investigate me, asking about other converts
and about missionaries. I was lucky that I had not been baptized yet
because they emphasised the following questions: "Have you ever been
baptized?!" "Who baptized you?!" "Which church do you attend?!" "Who
evangelized you?!".
My being a foreigner helped me, for they eventually released me and
commanded me to leave the county, giving me only a very short period in
which to do so. God provided me a visa to an Eastern European country, and
I left my mother's country within the time they had demanded.
Now I live in the USA.
******************************
If anyone is interested in ministering to Muslims as well as, discussing/debating with them, and Christians as well please private message(pm)me.
In Christ
ILJ
In Christ
ILJ
KHALED'S TESTIMONY
This is the site administrater at the exMuslim web-site' s testimony.Not mine.
In Christ
ILJ
KHALED'S TESTIMONY
I was born to Muslim parents, and I'm a descendent of 'ALI IBN ABU TALIB the cousin
of Mohammed, the prophet of Islam, and the fourth Caliph (i.e., "ruler").
At an early age, I was one of the Muslims believers who performed all of the
religious duties, from praying to fasting and everything in between. I was
planning to be an Imam of a mosque, like my grandfather. I started to study
the Fiqh and the Quran (Islamic sacred scripture), but after some time, I felt
bored reading similar books and essays. I recognised that there are a lot
of differences in Islam. For instance, in Iraq (my country), there are a
lot of Shia, and it was strange for a Sunni like me to know that there
was someone different from his faith but claiming to be Muslim, so I
decided to study the various Islamic schools of thought.
After a lot of reading in this field, I become more familiar with Mu'tazilah
than any other school of thought. Mu'tazilah is more reasonable than the
rest of the schools, in the sense that it involves argumentation and philosophy.
I began to be open-minded for the first time in my life. Gradually, I
decided to study other religions. I tried to preach the Quran, starting in
Da'wa (i.e, evangelizm) with some young Christians, using my good knowledge of the
argumentative tools, and I created many faith problems for them. Because of this,
their families appealed to the priest of their church and asked him to invite me
to visit him.
Arguing with him was very difficult for me because he always answered all my
doubting questions. After I had known him a year, he died, but he had changed
a lot of my thoughts about Christianity. However, I still didn't believe in it.
After this, I started to see Islam with new eyes, seeing the contradictions in
it, studying it in comparison to Christianity.
One night in a dream, I saw a vision of a man with a beard talking to me:
"Son", he asked me, "why do you attack my sheep?"
I replied, "Who are you sir?"
He answered, "Jesus Christ"
So, I answered his question, "I'm not attacking your sheep, sir, I'm trying
to bring your lost sheep back to the straight path."
He said, "You are the one who is lost; I'm the straight path."
I woke up asking myself a number of questions: Did I really see Jesus? He
said that I'm lost. What did he mean? Does that mean that the Christian is
right and that I'm on the wrong path? But it was only a dream. Still,
Mohammed said in one of his Hadith that if you see a prophet in a dream, you
see him truly because Satan could not act like a prophet in a vision. Obey him,
and follow what he says. That is what Mohammed said.
After some time being a little confused, I left the two religions and became
a non-believer.
Around that time, my father (a high-ranking officer) died in a car
accident, which we assumed was a natural accident. So, I kept carrying on
with my life, and because I had inherited from my father a good fortune, I
was able to do a lot of wicked things-wasting money on sex, alcohol, drugs,
whatever I could find for pleasure.
After a period of time, I heard again a voice (which I knew was
Jesus's voice), saying, "Run away from your country NOW!"
This voice was firm with me, so I woke up, I bagged my things, and in a few
hours, I was outside Iraq and heading for my mother's home in another
Arabic country.
When I was in the airplane (that was 1990, and Iraq was not under the
siege), I began to doubt my actions and started to blame myself for the
stupid thing I was doing. But then, I told myself, "Well, let's have an
early vacation. I can at least thank Jesus for that". And I smiled at the
evil thoughts about what I was going to do for pleasure on my trip.
When I landed in the Arabic country that I was travelling to, I went to my
grandfather's house. There, I called my mother back in Iraq saying, "Mom,
don't worry-I'm visiting here for a while, and then, I'll return home".
She replied, "Don't ever think about coming back-there was a police unit
seeking you!"
Knowing that I had never broken the law or even been involved in any
political opposition, I answered in shock, "What??!! What you are talking
about?!"
She said, "They were seeking some military documents that they think that your
father hid, and for this (they had told her), he was assassinated. Thank
God that you left-they thought that you had the documents. They took your
brothers (from another mother), too, to investigate them".
[Note: My mother was protected during all of this because she was an Arabic
journalist working with her country's embassy, so nobody could hurt her or
arrest her for investigation without permission from the ministry of
foreign affairs.]
I was shocked. I felt dizzy. I could not imagine what would happen! But if
I were there in Iraq, they would torture me to confess what I had not done,
and maybe they would kill me. What an unexpected danger I had escaped from!
I had never imagined that I would have to flee for my life. I had never had
a thought that I could ever be in such danger.
Who could have known such a future for me?! God alone could have known it!
So, was Jesus God?!! I really became confused, shocked, dizzy, and-in this
condition-passed out. After a few hours, I woke up from my comatose state,
and I start to pray to God, sincerely asking Him to show me the way, the
truth.
After that, I dreamed again of Jesus, and he said to me, "I love you. Why
you don't love me likewise? Come to me because I have a plan for you". I
woke up crying. He was looking for me, and I was trying to escape from him.
He wanted me to be with him, and I was not. He had saved me from the hands
of the Iraqi torture machine, so I told him, "I'm coming to you, Jesus,
even if this costs me my life".
At that moment, He entered my life, and become my Lord and Saviour. I really
was washed in His pure blood, becoming another person, one reborn in His grace.
Local Christian churches refused to help me at first, and for a period of
time, I felt that I was very alone and that only God was with me.
The only real worry that I had, however, was about my means of living, for
I had left my wealth behind me, and unfortunately for me, the Iraqi
authorities had confiscated all my property.
But the Lord showed me that I couldn't rely upon material wealth anyway,
for a few months later, Iraq invaded Kuwait, and the Iraqi Dinar, which was
officially 3 dollars and in the black market merely 30 cents, fell
enormously in value. Most of the wealth that I had inherited from my father
had been in Iraqi currency, and I had it in the bank while I was living
in Iraq. If I had still been living in Iraq during the Gulf crisis, then
instead of having $800,000, I would have had only $800!! Thanks be to Jesus
for showing me that I can only depend upon him, not upon worldly things.
From this, I derive comfort.
After a long period of time in my mother's country, where I was witnessing
for Jesus, extremist Islamic groups there discovered my apostasy from
Islam. They held a faith court about me, and commanded me to repent and
renew my faith in Islam, or they would kill me for being a Murttad (i.e.,
"apostate"). They gave me 2 days to make my decision.
I tried to go to the police for protection, but the police arrested me for
inciting activities against Islam and disturbing community security. They
put me in jail and started to investigate me, asking about other converts
and about missionaries. I was lucky that I had not been baptized yet
because they emphasised the following questions: "Have you ever been
baptized?!" "Who baptized you?!" "Which church do you attend?!" "Who
evangelized you?!".
My being a foreigner helped me, for they eventually released me and
commanded me to leave the county, giving me only a very short period in
which to do so. God provided me a visa to an Eastern European country, and
I left my mother's country within the time they had demanded.
Now I live in the USA.
******************************
If anyone is interested in ministering to Muslims as well as, discussing/debating with them, and Christians as well please private message(pm)me.
In Christ
ILJ