I TOLD YOU PEOPLE TO DENY JESUS.

NOW WAIT AND SEE WHAT I WILL DO TO ALL OF YOU.

Foolish people.

LET ME SEE IF YOUR JESUS WILL SAVE YOU.

DURING THIS RAMADAN, YOU PEOPLE HAVE THE MIND TO CONVERT TO CHRISTIANITY.

I’LL DEAL WITH YOU.

My name is Ysef and before that night, I had never imagined that my life would become a testimony people would speak about with tears and trembling.

I was born a Muslim, raised in a strict household in a small town not far from Riyad.

From childhood, my life was shaped by rules, traditions, and expectations.

My father taught me the prayers.

My mother taught me obedience.

Religion was not something we questioned.

It was simply the air we breathed.

But I think ago, Ramadan is supposed to be month of peace, fasting, and reflection.

From childhood, my life was shaped by rules, traditions, and expectations.

My father taught me the prayers.

My mother taught me obedience.

Religion was not something we questioned.

It was simply the air we breathed.

But everything changed during Ramadan 2 years ago.

Ramadan is supposed to be a month of peace, fasting, and reflection.

The streets glow at night with lights and markets, and families gather after sunset to break their fast.

Yet for me and 72 others that Ramadan became a month of fear, chains, and a miracle none of us could ever forget.

It began quietly.

A friend of mine named Khaled had invited me one evening after the night prayer.

Khaled had always been thoughtful, the type who asked questions others were afraid to ask.

That night, his voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

“Yesef,” he said, lowering his voice as we walked through a narrow alley lit by yellow lamps.

“Have you ever wondered who ISA really is? In Islam, we knew ISA Jesus as a prophet.

Nothing more.

” I shrugged.

“What is there to wonder? He is a prophet.

” Khaled stopped walking.

His eyes looked different, as if he had discovered something that had shaken his entire soul.

“I read something,” he said softly.

“Something that changed everything.

” “That night, he invited me into a small room where about 10 men sat quietly.

The door was locked.

The windows were covered.

A small lamp glowed on the floor between us.

In the center was a book, the Bible.

” My heart pounded as one of the older men began to read.

He read about Jesus, about love, forgiveness, and salvation.

But the words that struck me the most were simple.

Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.

Those words pierced my heart in a way I could not explain.

For weeks we continued meeting secretly.

More people came.

Some were curious.

Some were searching.

Some were broken men who had lived in fear for years.

During Ramadan the meetings grew larger.

Soon there were 73 of us.

We prayed quietly together.

Not the prayers we had learned since childhood, but prayers whispered to Jesus.

We did not know someone was watching.

One night, just after the fast was broken, the door burst open with a violent crash.

Don’t move.

Armed men flooded the room.

Their boots thundered across the floor.

Flashlights blinded our eyes.

One of them shouted into a radio.

We found them.

We were dragged outside like criminals.

Some of the men tried to explain, others cried.

One young man kept repeating, “We did nothing wrong.

” But no one listened.

Standing outside was a black SUV, its headlights cutting through the darkness.

The door opened slowly.

Outstepped Prince Dud.

Everyone in our region knew his name.

He was powerful, feared, and known for crushing anything he considered dishonor.

His robe flowed behind him as he approached us.

His face was cold, and his eyes burned with anger.

So he said slowly looking at each of us as if we were insects.

This is the group.

No one answered.

One of the guards shoved Khaled forward.

This one was speaking about ISA as the son of God, the guard said.

Prince Dud’s jaw tightened.

You shame your families, he said quietly.

You shame your faith.

Then he looked directly at me.

And during Ramadan, he added, his voice growing colder.

You choose betrayal.

His hand lifted slightly.

Take them.

We were beaten.

shoved into trucks and taken to an old detention compound outside the city.

The building looked abandoned from the outside, but inside it was heavily guarded.

They pushed us into a massive iron cage built inside a stone hall.

The bars were thick and cold.

There was barely room for all 73 of us.

Some had to kneel, others stood pressed against each other.

The guards locked the cage with a loud metallic clang.

Hours passed.

No food, no water, only silence.

Then heavy footsteps echoed through the hall.

The guard suddenly stood straighter.

Prince Dud entered, but what he did next chilled my blood.

Instead of standing beside the cage, he climbed onto the iron bars above us and began slowly walking across the top like a man inspecting animals.

The metal groaned under his weight.

Below him, we crouched, our hands gripping the bars.

He looked down at us with disgust.

73 traders, he said.

One of the older men spoke through tears.

We only followed truth.

Prince Dud stopped walking.

For a moment, the hall became silent.

Then he laughed.

It was not a normal laugh.

It was the laugh of someone who enjoyed power.

“You think your ISA will save you?” he said.

No one answered.

He looked at the guards.

“Leave them here,” he ordered.

“Let them think about what they’ve done.

” He began walking toward the exit, then paused and turned back.

“Tomorrow,” he said coldly.

“I will decide how each of you will suffer.

” The giant doors slammed shut behind him.

Darkness filled the hall.

Men began crying quietly.

Some prayed.

Some trembled.

Kie grabbed my arm.

“Yesef,” he whispered, his voice shaking.

“Do you think Jesus sees us here?” I looked around at the cage, the guards, the impossible walls.

Then I whispered the only words my heart could say.

Yes, but none of us knew that before the next sunrise, something would happen that would shake the prison, terrify the guards, and leave Prince Dud speechless.

Because that night, Jesus would answer, and he would send something none of us expected, a horse.

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The night inside the cage felt endless.

There were 73 of us pressed tightly together behind the iron bars.

Some of the men sat on the cold stone floor with their backs against the cage.

Others stood because there was no room left to sit.

The air smelled of sweat, dust, and fear.

Outside the cage, guards walked slowly across the hall, their boots echoing against the stone walls.

Every few minutes, we heard the clinking of their rifles.

None of us slept.

The words of Prince Dud kept repeating in my mind.

“Tomorrow, I will decide how each of you will suffer.

” I looked at Khalid beside me.

His face looked pale in the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling.

“You should rest,” I whispered.

He shook his head slowly.

“How can I sleep?” he said quietly.

“My mother doesn’t even know where I am.

” A young man named Samir, who couldn’t have been older than 20, sat near the bars, gripping them tightly.

They will kill us, he said in a trembling voice.

One of the older men, Hassan, turned toward him.

Do not speak fear, Hassan said gently.

We gave our lives to the truth.

Whatever happens now, Jesus is with us.

His words brought a strange calm over the cage.

We began whispering prayers together.

They were simple prayers, not the formal words we had memorized growing up.

They came from our hearts.

Jesus, please help us.

Lord, give us strength.

Do not abandon us.

Hours passed.

The guards eventually stopped pacing and the hall grew quieter.

Only the faint humming of the lights and the distant wind outside could be heard.

Then suddenly, clang.

One of the iron doors opened.

Everyone froze.

Heavy footsteps entered the hall again.

The guards quickly straightened their posture.

Prince Dud had returned, but this time he was not alone.

Behind him walked several officials and soldiers.

One of them carried a thick leather folder.

Prince Dud stopped in front of the cage, staring at us with the same cold expression.

“Have they spoken?” he asked one of the guards.

“No, your highness.

” The prince sighed as if he were disappointed.

He stepped closer to bars.

“You still have time,” he said calmly.

“Deny this foolish belief about ISA.

Return to the faith of your fathers.

” “No one spoke.

I could hear the breathing of the men around me.

” Prince Dud’s eyes slowly scan the cage.

“73 men,” he said.

all misled.

Then he pointed toward Khaled.

Bring that one out.

The cage door opened and guards grabbed Khaled roughly.

He struggled, but they dragged him outside the bars and forced him to kneel.

My heart pounded violently.

Khaled, I shouted.

A guard slammed his rifle against the bars.

Silence.

Prince Dud walked slowly toward Khaled.

You are the one spreading this disease, the prince said.

Khaled looked up at him.

Despite the bruises on his face, his voice remained steady.

I only told them about Jesus.

The prince’s eyes hardened.

Then you will be the first example.

He turned to the guards.

Beat him.

What happened next still haunts me.

The guards struck Collet again and again.

Their boots and fists crashed against his body while we watched helplessly behind the bars.

Some of the men began shouting, “Stop, please.

” But the guards didn’t stop.

Finally, Khaled collapsed onto the stone floor, barely moving.

Prince Dud looked down at him without emotion.

“Throw him back inside,” he ordered.

The guards dragged Khaled by his arms and shoved him into the cage.

I rushed to him.

His face was swollen.

Blood stained his shirt.

“Collid,” I whispered, shaking him gently.

His eyes slowly opened, and to my shock, he smiled.

Through broken breaths, he whispered something I will never forget.

“I saw him.

” “What?” I asked.

Khaled’s voice was weak.

Jesus.

He was standing beside the cage.

Tears filled my eyes.

Before I could ask more, Prince Dud spoke again.

You will remain here until sunrise, he said loudly.

Perhaps hunger and pain will make you wiser.

He turned and began walking away.

But just before reaching the door, he stopped again.

Then he said something that sent chills through my body.

Tomorrow, he said slowly.

This cage will become your grave if you refuse to repent.

The doors slammed shut again.

Silence returned.

We gathered around Khaled trying to comfort him.

Some men tore pieces of cloth to wipe the blood from his face.

Samir whispered nervously.

Did you really see Jesus? Khaled nodded weakly.

Yes.

What did he say? Hassan asked softly.

Khaled closed his eyes.

He said, “Do not be afraid.

” Those words spread through the cage like light in darkness.

For the first time since we were arrested, hope flickered in our hearts.

But outside the prison walls, the wind had begun to rise.

None of us knew that something strange was already moving through the desert.

Something powerful, something no prison gate could stop.

And before the next dawn, the iron bars of our cage would face a force that no man, not even Prince Dud, could control.

The hours before dawn were the longest of my life.

The hall had grown cold.

The stone floor beneath us seemed to drain the warmth from our bodies.

Most of the men were silent now, leaning against each other for support.

Some whispered prayers under their breath.

Others simply stared into the darkness beyond the bars.

Khaled lay beside me, breathing slowly.

His face was bruised and every breath sounded painful, but he was still alive.

Hassan sat across from us, his back against the cage.

Remember, he said quietly, what Khaled had said.

Jesus told him not to be afraid.

Samir wiped tears from his eyes.

I want to believe that, he said.

But the prince is powerful.

No one can stand against him.

Hassan looked toward the ceiling as if he were listening for something.

God’s power is not like the power of men, he replied.

His words settled in my mind.

Outside the cage, two guards were sitting at a table playing with their phones.

Another leaned against the wall, half asleep.

The hall had become quiet again.

Then suddenly, thump.

A strange sound echoed from somewhere outside the building.

The guards looked up.

Did you hear that? One of them muttered.

The other shrugged.

Probably the wind.

For a moment everything became still again.

Then it came a second time.

Thump.

Thump.

This time the sound was clearer.

It was rhythmic, heavy, like something striking the ground.

The guards stood up.

What is that? Inside the cage, the men looked at each other nervously.

Samir whispered, “What kind of sound is that?” I listened carefully.

The sound came again.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!” My heart suddenly began beating faster.

“Those were not random sounds.

They were hoof beatats.

” Collid slowly lifted his head.

“Do you hear it?” he whispered.

The guards were now walking toward the large entrance door of the hall.

One of them opened it slightly and looked outside.

For a moment, he said, “Nothing.

” Then his voice came out confused.

“There’s nothing here.

” But the sound continued louder now.

Thump thump thump thump.

It was circling the building like a horse running in the darkness.

The guard slammed the door shut.

There’s an animal outside, he said nervously.

Another guard laughed.

You’re afraid of a horse.

But something about the sound was strange.

It didn’t fade away.

Instead, it grew louder faster.

The hoof beatats pounded against the ground like thunder.

Inside the cage, the men had all stood up now.

Hassan’s eyes widened.

“Listen carefully,” he whispered.

The sound was coming closer.

Closer.

Then suddenly, “Bang!” Something struck the outside wall of the building so hard that dust fell from a ceiling.

The guards jumped.

“What was that?” Before anyone could answer, “Bang!” Another impact, this time even stronger.

The entire hall shook.

Men inside the cage grabbed the bars in fear.

Outside the hall, we heard a powerful horse nay.

Loud and echoing through the night, but it was not an ordinary sound.

It was deep and powerful, almost like a roar.

Samir whispered in shock, “What kind of horse sounds like that?” The guards rushed toward the doors again.

One of them shouted into his radio.

“There’s an animal attacking the building.

” Another guard laughed nervously, “You’re insane.

” But the laughter stopped instantly when the doors suddenly burst open.

A powerful gust of wind rushed into the hall.

The lights flickered violently.

The guards stepped backward.

Standing in the entrance was a horse.

But this was no ordinary horse.

Its body seemed to glow faintly in the dim light.

Its muscles were strong and powerful, and its eyes shone with an intensity that made the guards freeze in fear.

The animal stepped slowly into the hall.

Clack, clack, clack.

Its hooves struck the stone floor with authority.

None of the guards moved.

One of them whispered, “Where did that come from?” The horse turned its head slowly toward the cage.

“Toward us.

” My entire body trembled.

Khaled gripped my arm tightly.

“It’s him,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Khaled’s voice shook.

“Jesus said he would not leave us.

” The horse suddenly reared onto its back legs with a powerful cry.

“Nee!” The guards panicked.

“Shoot it!” one of them yelled.

But before anyone could fire, the horse charged forward with incredible speed.

Crash! Its body slammed into the iron cage.

The entire structure shook violently.

The man inside shouted in shock as the bars bent slightly.

The guards stared in disbelief.

“That’s impossible.

” The horse stepped back again.

Its eyes burned with power.

Then it charged once more.

“Crash!” This time, the iron bars groaned loudly.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

Inside the cage, hope exploded through our hearts.

Hassan shouted with tears streaming down his face.

Jesus has heard us.

The horse stepped back again, preparing for another strike.

The guards were now terrified.

One of them shouted, “Call the prince now,” but was already too late because the horse lowered its head and with a force no human could stop.

It charged again toward the iron cage.

An entire prison began to shake.

The horse lowered its head and charged.

Time seemed to slow as the powerful animal rushed toward the cage.

Its hooves struck the stone floor like thunder, echoing through the hall.

“Thump! Thump! Thump!” the guards shouted in panic.

“Stop it! Shoot it!” But fear had already frozen them in place.

“Then crash!” The horse slammed into the iron bars with such force that the entire cage shook violently.

The metal screamed as if it were alive.

Inside the cage, we stumbled and grabbed onto the bars to keep from falling.

One of the guards finally fired his weapon.

Bow.

The gunshot exploded in the hall.

But something unbelievable happened.

The horse did not fall.

It didn’t even slow down.

It stood firm, breathing heavily, its powerful chest rising and falling as if the bullet meant nothing.

The guards looked at each other in horror.

“What is this thing?” one of them whispered.

The horse stepped backward again.

Its glowing eyes looked directly toward us inside the cage.

Then it made loudly a sound so powerful that it echoed against the stone walls like a trumpet.

Ni Hassan fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

Lord Jesus, he cried.

You have come for us.

The horse charged again.

Crush.

This time the iron bars bent deeply inward.

Several of the metal rods twisted under the impact.

The guards began shouting into their radios.

Call the prince.

The cage is breaking.

Footsteps echoed from the far hallway.

Moments later, the large doors burst open again.

Prince Dud rushed into the hall with several armed soldiers behind him.

His face was furious.

“What is happening here?” he demanded.

One of the guards pointed with shaking hands.

“The horse.

” Prince Dud turned.

For the first time, his confident expression cracked.

The horse stood in the center of a hall, its powerful body glowing faintly under the flickering lights.

Dust floated through the air.

The prince stared in disbelief.

Where did that animal come from? No one answered.

The horse suddenly stomped its hooves.

Clack clack.

Then it turned its head toward the cage again.

Prince Dud shouted angrily, “Shoot it!” The soldiers raised their rifles and fired.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots filled the hall, but the horse still did not fall.

Instead, it let out another powerful cry and charged forward again.

Craya ash.

The entire cage shook so violently that several men fell to the floor.

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