I was reading the Bible daily, praying constantly, experiencing the Holy Spirit’s presence, but I hadn’t been baptized.

In Christianity, baptism is the public declaration of faith, the symbolic death and resurrection with Christ, the entry into the community of believers.

But in Saudi Arabia, baptism is nearly impossible.

There are no churches, no pastors, no baptismal pools.

Everything must be done in absolute secrecy.

The underground church had a plan.

They had connections with Christians in Jordan just across the border.

If I could get to Jordan under some legitimate pretense, I could be baptized there and return.

I told my employer at the Grand Mosque that I had been invited to speak at a conference in Aman, Jordan.

This was plausible.

I was a recognized scholar.

I occasionally traveled to speak.

They approved my travel.

I flew to Aman on a Thursday afternoon.

I was met at the airport by a Jordanian Christian named Samir who drove me to a small church on the outskirts of the city.

The church was simple, a converted house.

Really, nothing like the massive ornate mosques I was used to, but it felt sacred in a way those mosques never had.

The pastor was an older man named Father Elias.

He embraced me like a son.

“Welcome home,” he said.

That night, in a small baptismal pool behind the church under the stars, I was baptized.

Father Elias asked me, “Do you believe that Jesus Christ is the son of God? That he died for your sins and rose again on the third day?” “I do,” I said, my voice breaking.

“Do you renounce Islam and all other false teachings and commit yourself fully to following Jesus Christ as Lord?” “I do.

” “Then I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

” He lowered me into the water, death to my old life, burial of everything I had been, and raised me up.

Resurrection, new life, new identity in Christ.

I came up from that water weeping, gasping, feeling the Holy Spirit flood into me like light into darkness.

I was no longer Dr.

Rashid al-Qashi, Mecca scholar, descendant of the prophet’s tribe, teacher of Islamic law.

I was a child of God, a follower of Jesus Christ.

A new creation.

The old had gone.

The new had come.

I returned to Saudi Arabia the next day.

Carrying this secret inside me like a fire.

I was now living a triple life.

Public Islamic scholar, secret Christian, normal family man.

I knew I couldn’t sustain this forever.

Eventually, something would have to break.

The close calls started almost immediately.

One afternoon, I was reading the Bible on my phone in my office at the Grand Mosque when a colleague walked in unexpectedly.

I had just enough time to close the app before he saw the screen.

He looked at me suspiciously.

What were you reading? Notes for my next class.

I lied.

He nodded and left.

But I saw doubt in his eyes.

My wife began noticing changes in me.

I was gentler with her, more patient with our children.

In Islam, I had been authoritative, strict, demanding obedience.

But Jesus was changing me, making me more loving.

You’re different, Nadia said one night.

What’s happening to you? I’m just trying to be a better husband, I said.

She seemed pleased but puzzled.

My brother cornered me after Friday prayers one week.

Rasheed, some people are talking.

They say you’re not as forceful in your teaching as you used to be.

They say you seem distracted.

Is everything all right? Everything is fine, I assured him.

I’m just tired from extra work.

But he looked unconvinced.

The religious police came to my home one evening asking questions about my recent travel to Jordan.

They wanted to know who I had met with, what I had done there, why I had gone.

I explained about the conference, showed them documentation, answered their questions calmly, while my heart hammered in my chest.

They eventually left, apparently satisfied.

But I knew I was being watched more closely now.

The underground church warned me to be careful.

My profile was too high, my position too visible.

If I was caught, the consequences wouldn’t just be for me.

The authorities would interrogate me about other believers, about the network, about everything.

I could endanger everyone.

But I couldn’t go back.

I had tasted the truth.

I had encountered the living God.

I had experienced love and grace and freedom.

I would rather die than return to the emptiness of Islam.

And I was beginning to sense that God was calling me to something more than just surviving in secret.

He was calling me to testify publicly.

The thought terrified me, but it wouldn’t go away.

In that moment, Dr.

Rasheed faced a choice.

Destroy the evidence and save his life or keep the truth and risk everything.

He chose truth.

Right now, you’re facing a simpler choice, but maybe it’s just as significant.

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Because what you’re about to hear next is the moment everything came to a head.

The moment Dr.

Rasheed had to decide between silence and testimony, between survival and obedience to Christ.

And the decision he made changed 50,000 lives in a single afternoon.

Act five.

the decision.

The dream was different this time.

Jesus didn’t just look at me with love.

He spoke, “Tell them,” he said.

His voice was gentle but firm.

“Tell them the truth.

” I was kneeling before him in the stream, and I looked up at his face, terrified.

“I can’t,” I said.

“They’ll kill me.

My family will suffer.

Everything I’ve built will be destroyed.

” Jesus knelt down beside me.

He took my hands in his and I could feel the roughness of scars in his palms.

He turned his hands over showing me the wounds.

I know what it costs, he said.

I paid it.

Now I’m asking you to trust me.

But my children, I will take care of them, Jesus said.

I will take care of everything.

You just need to obey.

What if I’m wrong? What if I’m deceived? What if? Jesus smiled and his smile silenced all my doubts.

You’re not wrong, he said.

You know the truth.

You’ve tasted it.

You’ve experienced my love.

Now share it.

Don’t keep it to yourself.

There are 50,000 people waiting to hear what you know.

50,000.

Trust me, Jesus said again, “Don’t be afraid.

I am with you.

” I woke up with absolute clarity.

God was calling me to publicly testify about Jesus.

Not in some distant safe country after I fled Saudi Arabia.

Not in secret to one person at a time.

publicly in Mecca during Hajj season before massive crowds.

It was the most dangerous, most foolish, most impossible thing imaginable.

And I knew with certainty that it was what God wanted me to do.

I spent the next 3 days in prayer and fasting, arguing with God, begging for a different assignment, looking for any way out.

But the calling remained clear.

I contacted the underground church.

They were horrified.

You’ll be killed, Khaled said.

Within minutes, the religious police will arrest you immediately.

Your family will be destroyed and you’ll accomplish nothing because they’ll suppress the story, claim you were mentally ill, and erase any record of what you said.

Maybe, I said, or maybe God will use it in ways we can’t predict.

Miam, the woman who had lost her daughter, took my hands.

If this is truly from God, she said, then we support you.

We’ll pray for you.

Well do whatever we can to help.

But are you absolutely certain? I am.

I said, and I was.

Despite the terror, despite the cost, despite everything, I was certain.

Hajj season was approaching.

Millions of pilgrims would flood into Mecca over the coming weeks.

I had been invited to give a talk during one of the large gatherings, a teaching session for pilgrims from various countries held in the courtyard outside the Grand Mosque.

The organizers expected me to speak about tawhed Islamic monotheism about the absolute oneness of Allah and the danger of sherk which is ascribing partners to God.

It was the perfect topic because I was going to tell them about the true God, father, son, and holy spirit and about the true Messiah Jesus Christ.

The irony was almost too perfect.

I had two weeks to prepare.

Two weeks to say goodbye to my children without them knowing I was saying goodbye.

two weeks to memorize their faces, their voices, their laughter.

I played with them every evening.

I held my youngest son on my lap and told him stories.

I taught my daughter a new song.

I helped my oldest with his homework.

Nadia noticed.

“You’re spending so much time with them lately,” she said, smiling.

“It’s good they need their father.

She had no idea she was about to lose her husband.

I wrote letters to my wife, to my children, to my brothers, to my father.

letters explaining everything.

Why I had converted, what I had discovered about Jesus, how much I loved them, how sorry I was for the pain this would cause them.

I sealed the letters and gave them to Khaled from the underground church.

If I’m arrested or killed, I told him, “Make sure these reach my family.

” He nodded, tears in his eyes.

The night before my scheduled talk, I couldn’t sleep.

I lay awake, praying, reading my Bible, preparing my heart.

I read John 15 where Jesus says, “If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first.

If you belong to the world, it would love you as its own.

As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world.

That is why the world hates you.

” I read Matthew chapter 10, “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body, but cannot kill the soul.

Rather, be afraid of the one who can destroy both soul and body in hell.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your father’s care.

And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

So don’t be afraid.

You are worth more than many sparrows.

I read Acts 7, the story of Steven, the first Christian martyr who was stoned to death for testifying about Jesus.

His final words were, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.

If I was about to join Steven as a martyr, I prayed I would have that same grace, that same love for my enemies.

Morning came.

I performed ablutions and prayers by habit.

My family was watching and I couldn’t reveal anything unusual.

I dressed in my best thie and gutra.

I looked like the respected scholar everyone expected to see.

But inside I was a man preparing for execution.

My wife kissed my cheek as I left.

Have a blessed day, she said.

I almost broke down right there.

Instead, I held her briefly and whispered, “I love you.

” She looked surprised.

We didn’t usually say such things, but she smiled.

I walked out of my home for what I knew might be the last time.

The courtyard was already filling when I arrived.

Pilgrims from every nation, all wearing white ear sitting in organized rows on the ground.

I could see the crowd from the entrance, and it was massive, far larger than I had expected.

The organizers had promoted this talk widely and during Hajj season people are hungry for religious teaching.

My estimate 50,000 people, maybe more, 50,000 witnesses.

I made my way to the platform, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest.

The religious police were stationed around the perimeter just as I had known they would be.

I recognized several of them.

We had worked together, attended meetings together.

Soon they would be dragging me away.

My brother was in the crowd, beaming with pride.

My colleagues from the Grand Mosque sat in the front rows, ready to hear me teach what they thought would be Orthodox Islamic doctrine.

The crowd quieted as I climbed onto the platform.

Someone handed me a microphone.

The speakers would carry my voice across the entire gathering and beyond, into the surrounding streets, into nearby buildings.

Thousands more would hear through the speakers even if they weren’t in the courtyard.

I took a deep breath and began with the traditional Islamic greeting.

Assalamu aalaykum, I said.

Walaykum.

Assalam.

50,000 voices responded.

I am Dr.

Rashid Alqurashi.

I continued.

I have been a scholar at the Grand Mosque for many years.

I have taught you about Islam, about the Quran, about the traditions of our faith.

The crowd was perfectly quiet, perfectly attentive.

Today, I’m going to tell you something I should have told you years ago.

I saw a few puzzled looks.

This wasn’t the standard opening for a religious talk.

For years, I have taught you about Isa Mariam, Jesus, son of Mary.

I have told you that he was a great prophet born of a virgin who performed miracles by God’s permission.

I have told you that he was not crucified but was taken up to heaven and that he will return at the end of days.

Nods of agreement.

This was standard Islamic teaching.

I have told you that claiming Jesus is the son of God is the worst form of sherk.

Ascribing partners to Allah.

I have told you that Christians are misguided, that they have corrupted their scriptures, that they worship three gods instead of one.

More nods.

The crowd was with me so far, but I have not told you the truth.

The nodding stopped.

Confusion rippled through the front rows.

The truth is that Jesus Christ is not merely a prophet.

I took a breath.

This was it.

The point of no return.

Jesus Christ is the son of God.

He is God himself come to earth in human form.

He is the Messiah we have been waiting for.

Not just Christians, but we Muslims too.

We have been waiting for him without realizing it.

Gasps, whispers.

The religious police near the platform straightened, “Alert now, watching me carefully.

Jesus died on the cross, not someone else, not a substitute, but Jesus himself.

He died to pay the penalty for our sins, or my sins, for your sins, for the sins of the whole world.

” The whispers grew louder.

Some people were standing now, their faces shocked, angry, confused.

And 3 days after his death, he rose from the dead.

He conquered death.

He defeated sin.

He opened the way to eternal life for everyone who believes in him.

One of the religious police started moving toward the platform.

I spoke faster knowing I had only seconds left.

I know this because Jesus revealed himself to me.

He appeared to me in dreams.

He showed me his love.

He forgave my sins and he called me to follow him regardless of the cost.

Two more religious police were pushing through the crowd.

Now I stand before you today as a follower of Jesus Christ.

I have been baptized in his name.

I have received his Holy Spirit.

I have experienced his grace.

My voice rang out across the courtyard, amplified by the speakers, impossible to silence now.

And I tell you with absolute certainty, Jesus Christ is Lord.

He is the way, the truth, and the life.

No one comes to the Father except through him.

The first religious policeman reached the platform.

Rough hands grabbed my arm.

You can search for him and you will find him.

You can call on his name and he will answer.

You can surrender your life to him and he will save you.

The microphone was yanked from my hand, but I kept shouting, “Jesus is the Messiah.

He loves you.

He died for you.

He is calling you, too.

” I was pulled off the platform.

Four men now holding my arms and legs, dragging me toward the exit.

The crowd was in chaos.

Some were shouting verses from the Quran at me.

Some were weeping.

Some were sitting in stunned silence, but others, and I saw this clearly as they dragged me past, others had tears in their eyes, not from anger, but from something else.

Recognition, hunger, hope, as if they had been waiting their whole lives to hear what I had just said.

My brother fought through the crowd, reaching me just before I was taken through the exit.

Rasheed, he shouted, his face twisted in anguish.

What have you done? What have you done? I told the truth.

I said, “Jesus is Lord Khaled.

He’s the Messiah.

Search for yourself and you’ll see.

” Then I was pulled through the door, thrown into a van, and driven away from the Grand Mosque, away from the 50,000 witnesses, away from my old life forever.

Mhm.

Act six, Aftermath and Vision.

They took me to a detention center run by the religious police.

The interrogation began immediately.

Senior religious scholars were brought in.

Men I had worked with, studied under, respected.

They looked at me with a mixture of rage and grief.

How could you do this? One demanded.

You of all people, a scholar, a teacher from the Cures tribe.

How could you commit such apostasy? I followed the truth.

I said simply, the truth.

The truth is Islam.

The truth is the Quran.

The truth is Jesus Christ.

I said, he is the living God.

He revealed himself to me.

I couldn’t deny him.

They argued with me for hours, quoting verses, citing hadith, showing me Islamic scholarly works that refuted Christianity.

But I had read all those works.

I had taught those arguments myself.

And I now knew they were wrong.

Every verse they quoted about Jesus, I could reinterpret through the lens of the gospel.

Every argument they made, I could counter with scripture and with my own experience.

They realized they weren’t going to get a recantation from me.

You know the penalty for apostasy, one of them said grimly.

Death, public execution as an example to others who might be tempted to leave Islam.

I know, I said.

I’m ready.

And I was.

I had counted the cost.

I had made my choice.

If they executed me, I would go to be with Jesus.

I had no fear of death anymore.

Jesus had conquered death.

I was simply following him through it to resurrection.

But then something unexpected happened.

The video went viral.

Someone in that crowd of 50,000 had recorded my testimony on their phone.

Despite the religious police trying to confiscate phones despite official attempts to suppress the footage, the video spread.

It was posted on social media, shared across WhatsApp, uploaded to YouTube, sent through encrypted channels.

Within 24 hours, millions of Muslims around the world had seen a Mecca scholar standing in the holiest city of Islam, declaring that Jesus is Lord.

International pressure began immediately.

Human rights organizations, foreign governments, Christian ministries around the world, all demanding my release, threatening consequences for Saudi Arabia if I was executed.

The Saudi government was caught in a bind.

They wanted to execute me as an example, but they didn’t want the international backlash, especially during Hajj season when the whole world was watching.

After 3 days of detention, they made me an offer.

We will release you, they said.

But you can never return to Saudi Arabia.

You are exiled forever, and your family must choose.

Go with you or stay here.

You cannot force them.

They brought Nadia to see me.

She was veiled, accompanied by her brothers.

She wouldn’t look at me.

I am divorcing you, she said quietly.

Our marriage is dissolved.

The children will stay with me.

You have brought shame on this family.

We want nothing to do with you.

It felt like a knife in my chest.

I had known this was possible, but hearing the words still devastated me.

Nadia, please don’t.

She said, “You chose your path.

We choose ours.

” She left without looking back.

My children never came to say goodbye.

I learned later they had been told I had gone insane, that I was sick in my mind, that they should forget about me.

My brothers refused to see me.

My elderly father’s health deteriorated when he heard the news.

I was told he couldn’t survive the shame.

I had lost everything.

Everything except Jesus.

And somehow that was enough.

I was put on a plane to an undisclosed location with warnings never to reveal where I was going, never to attempt contact with my family, never to return to Saudi Arabia.

I am still in hiding.

I cannot tell you where I am.

For my safety and for the safety of the underground church, my location must remain secret.

But I am alive and I am ministering.

The video of my testimony spread far beyond what I could have imagined.

It has been viewed millions of times.

It has been translated into dozens of languages.

It has reached Muslims in countries I’ve never visited and it has led to conversions.

I receive messages daily, sometimes hundreds of messages from Muslims around the world who watched the video and started searching.

Some had already been having dreams of Jesus.

My testimony confirmed what they were experiencing.

Some had questions about Islam that their imams couldn’t answer.

My testimony gave them permission to keep questioning.

Some had never seriously considered Christianity before.

My testimony made them curious enough to investigate.

The underground church in Saudi Arabia reports a significant increase in new believers since my testimony.

Not all of them were directly influenced by the video, but it created an environment where people felt safer questioning, safer seeking.

Other Islamic scholars have begun quietly questioning.

I have received encrypted messages from several men I used to work with, men in positions of authority, asking me questions, admitting their doubts, seeking to understand what I discovered.

Some of them have converted.

Some are still searching.

Some will probably remain in Islam, but the questions have been planted.

The Saudi government increased persecution of Christians after my testimony, trying to stamp out the movement.

But persecution never works the way authorities think it will.

The church grows stronger under pressure.

Always has, always will.

And the more they try to silence us, the more people notice.

The more people ask, “What truth are they so desperate to hide.

” I now run an online ministry to Arabic- speakaking Muslims.

We operate carefully using encryption, protecting identities.

We share testimonies, answer questions, provide resources for seekers.

We help people find underground churches in their countries.

We connect new believers with mature Christians who can disciple them safely.

And we hear the same stories over and over.

Dreams of Jesus, questions about Islam, encounters with Christians who showed love, reading the gospel for the first time, experiencing grace for the first time.

The harvest in the Muslim world right now is unlike anything in history.

God is moving powerfully across the Middle East, across North Africa, across Central Asia, across every Islamic region.

And my testimony before 50,000 pilgrims was just one small part of this massive movement.

There’s something I discovered after my testimony that I need to share with you.

The Islamic calendar marks the day of my public testimony, the day I stood before 50,000 pilgrims and declared Jesus as Lord, as being exactly 1,400 years after the Hedra.

The Hedra is Muhammad’s flight from Mecca to Medina in the year 622 AD.

It’s the event that marks the beginning of the Islamic calendar.

Everything in Islam dates from this moment.

On the 1400th anniversary of Islam’s founding moment, a Mecca scholar stood in that same city and declared that Jesus Christ is Lord.

1400 years after Islam began, God planted a prophetic stake in Mecca itself.

Coincidence? I don’t think so.

I believe what happened that day was a divine appointment, a moment marked on heaven’s calendar.

A prophetic declaration that Islam’s dominance is ending and Christianity’s return to the Middle East is beginning.

Consider this.

Christianity began in the Middle East.

Jesus walked in Israel.

The early church flourished in Syria, Egypt, North Africa, Turkey.

The Middle East was Christian before it was Islamic.

But Islam conquered those lands through military force, spreading from Arabia throughout the region, eventually pushing Christianity to the margins.

For 1400 years, Islam has dominated the Middle East.

But now in our generation, Jesus is reclaiming what was his from the beginning.

Not through military force, not through political power, but through dreams, through testimonies, through the supernatural work of the Holy Spirit drawing Muslims to himself.

The Bible speaks prophetically about Arabia.

Isaiah 60:7 mentions and Nibbayth, Arabian tribes, coming to worship the God of Israel.

Isaiah chapter 19 speaks of a highway from Egypt to Assyria with worship rising from both nations.

Psalm 72 mentions the kings of Sheba and Siba Arabian regions bringing gifts to the Messiah.

These prophecies are being fulfilled in our lifetime.

Muslims across Arabia across the Middle East are coming to Jesus not as invaders, not as enemies, but as worshippers, as children coming home to their true father.

I believe and many in the underground church believe that Saudi Arabia itself will become majority Christian within one generation.

It sounds impossible.

It sounds like a fantasy, but nothing is impossible with God.

And the dreams keep coming.

The conversions keep happening.

The church keeps growing underground but unstoppable.

You’re not just watching a testimony.

You’re witnessing prophecy unfold in real time.

Before I close, I want to speak to different groups of people who might be watching this.

First, to Muslims.

If you’re watching this and you’ve had dreams about Jesus, you’re not crazy.

Those dreams are real.

They’re God reaching out to you, calling you by name, showing you who he really is.

Investigate those dreams.

Don’t suppress them.

Don’t ignore them.

Search for the truth, even if it costs you everything.

The underground church exists to help you.

There are believers in your country, in your city, who can answer your questions, who can walk with you through this journey.

You are not alone.

Jesus loves you more than you can possibly imagine.

He died for you specifically.

He knows you by name.

He’s calling you to himself.

Don’t let fear keep you from the truth.

Second, to Christians, wake up to what God is doing in the Muslim world.

The greatest harvest in Islamic history is happening right now in our lifetime.

Pray for the underground church in Saudi Arabia, in Iran, in Pakistan, in every Islamic nation.

Pray for protection, for boldness, for multiplication.

Support ministries that are reaching Muslims with the gospel.

Give financially.

Give your time.

Give your attention.

And don’t be afraid of Muslims in your own community.

They’re not your enemies.

They’re people God loves, people Jesus died for.

People who need to hear the good news.

Share these testimonies boldly.

When you encounter Muslims, treat them with the love of Christ.

You might be the first Christian they meet who actually shows them what Jesus is like.

Third, to Saudi authorities who might be watching.

You cannot stop what God is doing.

You couldn’t stop it with my arrest.

You can’t stop it with persecution.

You can’t stop it with laws or police or executions.

The church has survived and thrived under persecution for 2,000 years.

Persecution has never stopped the gospel.

It has only spread it.

Every believer you arrest, every testimony you try to suppress, every family you tear apart, you’re actually advancing the kingdom of God.

Because the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.

Consider what you’re truly fighting against.

You’re not fighting against people.

You’re fighting against God himself.

And Jesus offers you the same grace he offered me.

He offers you forgiveness, love, eternal life.

He died for you, too.

It’s not too late to surrender to him.

Fourth, to scholars and religious leaders watching, I know your questions cuz I had the same ones.

I know your doubts because I wrestled with the same doubts.

Intellectual honesty demands that you investigate.

Don’t just dismiss Christianity based on what Islamic scholars have told you.

Read the Gospels for yourself.

Examine the evidence.

Follow the truth wherever it leads.

I was you.

I was the confident scholar, the respected teacher, the man with all the answers.

But I was wrong.

And having the courage to admit that, to follow the truth despite the cost was the best decision I ever made.

Jesus welcomes your sincere search.

He’s not afraid of your questions.

He invites you to come to investigate, to discover.

Other scholars have found truth in Christ.

You can, too.

And if you need someone to talk to confidentially, there are channels available, encrypted, safe, private.

Don’t let pride or fear keep you from the truth.

50,000 pilgrims watched me speak truth that day, but millions more still don’t know this testimony exists.

If you believe this message matters, if you’ve seen the power of Christ to transform even the most devoted Muslim scholar, hit that subscribe button right now.

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Maybe you’re watching this video and you’ve never seriously considered Jesus Christ.

Maybe you’re Muslim like I was.

Maybe you’re Hindu, Buddhist, atheist, agnostic.

Maybe you grew up Christian but walked away.

Whatever your background, hear this clearly.

Jesus Christ is the son of God.

He is not just a prophet, not just a good teacher, not just a moral example.

He is God made flesh who came to earth 2,000 years ago to pay the price for your sins, all of them, by dying on a cross.

For three days, death tried to hold him.

But on the third day, he rose from the dead, conquering death itself and offering eternal life to everyone who believes in him.

You cannot earn this.

You cannot work for this.

You cannot be good enough to deserve this.

It is a free gift purchased by Jesus’s blood offered to you right now.

All you have to do is receive it.

The Bible says in Romans 10 9 and 10, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

That’s it.

That simple.

That profound.

If you want to receive Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior right now, pray this prayer with me either out loud or silently in your heart.

Lord Jesus, I am a sinner.

I have lived my life without you.

I have believed lies about who you are.

But today I acknowledge that you are the son of God, that you died on the cross to pay for my sins and that you rose from the dead.

I confess my sins to you, all of them, and I ask for your forgiveness.

I surrender my life to you completely.

Come into my heart.

Be my Lord and my Savior.

Give me your Holy Spirit to live inside me.

Make me a new creation.

I commit to following you from this day forward, no matter what it costs me.

Thank you for loving me.

Thank you for dying for me.

Thank you for saving me.

In your name I pray.

Amen.

If you prayed that prayer sincerely, you are now a child of God.

Welcome to the family.

You’ve heard my testimony.

How a respected Mecca scholar risked everything to tell 50,000 pilgrims that Jesus is the Messiah.

You’ve heard about the cost, my family, my career, my homeland, my safety.

You’ve heard about the reward, knowing Jesus Christ, experiencing his love, being set free from the burden of religious performance.

Now, I want to hear from you.

In the comments below, tell me what’s holding you back from the truth you know is real.

What question keeps you awake at night? What dream have you had that you can’t explain? Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is admit we’re searching.

Don’t close this page without planting that seed for yourself or for someone else who might read your words and find the courage to take their next step.

And if this testimony has stirred something in you that you can’t put into words, just type one thing, Jesus.

That’s all.

Just his name.

Because sometimes that’s where freedom begins.

And here’s the final revelation I want to leave you with.

You’re not just watching a testimony.

You’re witnessing prophecy unfold in real time.

You’re seeing the beginning of the end of Islam’s dominance and the beginning of Christianity’s return to the lands where it was born.

The Islamic calendar marked my public testimony as the 1400th anniversary of Islam’s founding moment.

On that exact date in Mecca itself, a scholar declared that Jesus Christ is Lord.

That wasn’t coincidence.

That was divine appointment.

God is reclaiming the Middle East for his son.

Not through violence, not through force, but through love, through grace, through dreams and testimonies, and the supernatural work of the Holy Spirit.

You’ve been invited to be part of this.

Every time you share this video, you’re spreading the testimony that 50,000 people witnessed.

Every time you pray for Muslims, you’re partnering with what God is doing.

Every time you support ministries reaching the Islamic world, you’re investing in the greatest harvest in history.

Don’t waste this opportunity.

Subscribe to this channel to hear more testimonies like mine.

Testimonies of Muslims finding Jesus.

Testimonies that authorities try to suppress.

Testimonies that are changing the world.

My story isn’t finished.

It’s still spreading.

It’s still leading people to Christ.

And maybe, just maybe, it was meant to reach

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