But I had been taught that Jesus was just a prophet, not the son of God, that Christians had corrupted the truth about him or that believing he was divine was the worst sin of sherk.

Everything in my Islamic training screamed that this was impossible, that I was being deceived by Shayan.

But looking at him, I knew with absolute certainty that he was telling the truth.

This was Jesus and he was God.

“No,” I whispered.

my first word in this place.

No, this cannot be.

I followed Islam.

I prayed five times every day.

I fasted.

I memorized Quran.

I did everything right.

I believed in Allah and Muhammad as his messenger.

I did everything I was supposed to do.

Jesus looked at me with eyes full of sadness.

You did everything except come to me.

You served a god who does not exist.

You followed a prophet who could not save you.

You built your entire life on a foundation of lies.

And now you are seeing the truth for the first time.

His words were not angry sat but they carried absolute authority.

This was truth speaking and truth cannot be argued with or negotiated.

But Islam is the truth.

I said my voice breaking.

The Quran says so.

Muhammad said so.

My father taught me.

Millions of Muslims believe.

How can we all be wrong? Jesus raised his hand and suddenly the space around us changed.

I was no longer in that empty place.

Instead, I was looking down at the earth as if from high above, seeing it all at once.

And what I saw made me scream.

I saw millions and millions of people.

And somehow I knew they were all the Muslims.

I could see them praying in mosques, bowing toward Mecca, fasting during Ramadan, reading Quran, going on Hajj.

They were doing everything I had done, believing everything I had believed.

They were sincere, devoted, dedicated to Allah and Islam.

And they were falling one by one in groups, in massive waves.

They were falling away from the presence of God into a darkness that I knew was hell.

Not the Islamic hell of fire and boiling water that I had imagined, but something far worse.

A complete separation from God, an eternal loneliness, an endless emptiness where there was no hope, no light, no love, no mercy.

I watched Muslim men who had let prayers fall into that darkness.

I watched women who had worn hijab their entire lives fall.

I watched children who had memorized that the entire Quran fall.

I watched imams and shakes and scholars fall.

They were all falling.

Millions every hour disappearing into that terrible darkness while still believing they were saved.

Why? I screamed.

Why are they falling? They believe in God.

They worship.

They try to be good.

Why are you sending them to hell? Jesus turned to look at me and his face was full of grief.

I am not sending them there.

They are sending themselves by rejecting me.

I died for them.

I rose from the dead for them.

I am the only way to the father.

But they have chosen to follow a different path, a path that leads to destruction.

They worship a god who is not real.

They follow a prophet who was deceived.

They trust in their own works to save them.

But no amount of good works can pay the price for sin.

only my blood can do that and they have rejected it.

But we did not know, I said desperately.

We were taught that Islam was true.

We were raised in it.

How can we be blamed for believing what we were taught? Jesus looked at me with those eternal eyes.

Everyone has a choice.

Leila, can everyone has a conscience that tells them right from wrong? Everyone can see the truth if they truly seek it.

But most people, including you, chose comfort over truth.

You chose to follow what your family believed, what your culture taught, what was easy and acceptable rather than seeking truth with all your heart.

You had doubts, you had questions, you saw problems with Islam, but you pushed them down because facing the truth would have cost you everything.

He was right.

I had questioned Islam secretly.

I had wondered about the violence in Islamic history, about the treatment of women, about the contradictions in the Quran, about whether a truly merciful God would create most of humanity for hell.

But I had never pursued those questions because I was afraid of what I might find, afraid of losing my family, my community, my identity.

I I had chosen comfortable lies over dangerous truth.

I want to show you why they are falling.

Jesus said, “I want to show you the seven reasons that millions of Muslims go to hell every single hour.

Not because I want them there, but because they have rejected the only way to be saved.

” Jesus lifted his hand again, and the scene before me changed.

I was no longer looking at the earth from above.

Instead, I was seeing into the hearts of individual Muslims, seeing their thoughts and beliefs as clearly as if they were written in light before [clears throat] me.

What I saw broke something inside me because I recognized myself in almost every single one of them.

The first reason Muslims go to hell, Jesus said, his voice filling the entire space around us is because they worship a false god, the Allah of Islam, is not the true God.

He is a creation of human imagination mixed with demonic deception.

The true God is father, son, and holy spirit.

He is love.

He desires relationship with his children.

But the God of Islam is distant, unknowable, and his mercy is uncertain.

Muslims spend their entire lives trying to earn favor from a God who does not exist while rejecting me, the true God who became flesh to save them.

I watched as he showed me millions of Muslims bowing in prayer, crying out to Allah, begging for mercy and guidance.

Their prayers were sincere.

Their devotion was real.

But their prayers were going nowhere because they were praying to a god who could not hear them.

It was like watching people shouting into an empty room.

Convinced someone was listening, but there was only silence.

I saw my own father leading prayers at the mosque.

Gained his voice beautiful as he recited Quran.

Thousands of men following his lead.

But above the mosque there was nothing.

No presence.

No divine attention.

just emptiness.

All those prayers, all that devotion, all those years of worship directed at something that did not exist.

The grief of it crushed me.

But the Quran says there is only one God.

I protested weakly.

We believe in the same God as Christians and Jews, just without the corruption.

Jesus shook his head.

The God who sent his only son to die for sinners is not the same as the God who has no son and needs no sacrifice.

The God who is love is not the same as the God who leads astray whom he wills.

The God who invites everyone to come freely to him is not the same as the God who predestines most of humanity to hell.

You cannot say you worship the same God when everything about that God’s character and actions is different.

Muslims reject the father by denying he has a son.

They reject the son by calling him merely a prophet.

They reject the holy spirit by denying his divinity.

In rejecting the trinity, they reject the true god entirely.

The second reason appeared before me like a vision within a vision.

The second reason Muslims go to hell, Jesus continued, is because they reject me as the son of God and the only savior.

Islam teaches that I was just a prophet, that I never died on the cross, that I never rose from the dead.

But without my death and resurrection, there is no salvation.

No amount of good works can wash away sin.

Only my blood can do that.

Muslims are trying to climb to heaven on a ladder of their own works.

But that ladder can never reach high enough.

Salvation is not earned.

It is a gift received through faith in me alone.

I saw Muslim scholars throughout history.

Men who had dedicated their entire lives to studying Islam, who had memorized not just the Quran but thousands of hadiths, who had written volumes of commentary and legal rulings.

I saw them standing before the throne of God with all their knowledge, all their works, all their devotion.

And I saw those works weighed and found worthless because they were built on the foundation of rejecting Christ.

I saw my own life, all my prayers and fasting and Quran memorization.

And I saw that it was like building a house on sand.

It looked impressive from the outside, but it had no foundation.

When the truth came, when reality hit, it all collapsed into nothing.

So, every Muslim believes they must earn their way to Janna.

Jesus said they believe that if their good deeds outweigh their bad deeds, Allah will show them mercy.

But this is a lie that keeps them in constant fear and uncertainty.

No Muslim can ever know for sure if they have done enough, if they have been good enough, if Allah will accept them.

They live in fear and die in fear.

But I offer complete assurance of salvation to everyone who believes in me.

Not because of their works, but because of my finished work on the cross.

When I said it is finished, I meant that the payment for sin was complete.

Nothing needs to be added to it.

But Muslims reject this free gift and try to save themselves, which is impossible.

The third reason manifested and this one cut deeper than the others because I had lived it so completely.

The third reason Muslims go to hell is because they trust in their religious works rather than in grace.

Islam is a religion of law, of requirements, of earning.

Five pillars must be performed.

Rules must be followed.

Rituals must be completed correctly.

Muslims believe that their salvation depends on their performance.

But salvation has never been about human performance.

It has always been about my grace, my sacrifice, my righteousness credited to those who believe.

Muslims are trying to present God with their own righteousness.

But human righteousness is like filthy rags before a holy God.

Only my righteousness is sufficient.

I saw myself as I had been just hours before, sitting on my prayer mat after Maghreb, mentally counting my good deeds.

I had prayed on time.

I had been patient with my children.

And I had given charity to a poor woman at the mosque.

I had lowered my gaze when a non- Maharam man passed by.

I had been adding up my good works like coins in a bank account, believing that if I accumulated enough, I could purchase my way into Janna.

But now I saw the terrible truth.

All those works done with the wrong motive and the wrong foundation were worthless.

I had not been serving God out of love or gratitude.

I had been trying to bribe my way into heaven and God cannot be bribed.

Muslims live their entire lives on a performance treadmill.

Jesus said they can never do enough, never be certain, never rest.

Even Muhammad your prophet was not sure of his own salvation.

He said that he did not know what would happen to him or his followers.

How can Muslims trust in a prophet who himself had no assurance of salvation? But I offer rest to all who come to me.

I offer certainty, peace, and the assurance that those who believe in me have eternal life.

Not might have, not hopefully will have, but have it already as a present possession.

The fourth reason appeared and it was perhaps the most painful because it touched on the questions I had always suppressed.

The fourth reason Muslims go to hell is because they follow a false prophet.

Muhammad was not sent by God.

He did not receive revelation from the angel Gabriel.

The Quran is not the word of God.

Muhammad was either deceived by demonic forces or deliberately created a religion that mixed truth with lies to gain power and influence.

Everything Islam is built upon is false.

The foundation is rotten, so everything built on it must fall.

I wanted to protest, to defend Muhammad, to argue that he was sincere even if he was wrong.

But Jesus showed me things about Muhammad that I had never been taught in my Islamic studies.

I saw Muhammad’s violence ordering the assassination of poets who criticized him, leading raids on caravans, ordering the execution of hundreds of Jewish men in Medina.

I saw his marriage to Aisha when she was only 6 years old, consummating the marriage when she was nine.

I saw him taking the wife of his adopted son after lusting for her.

I saw him permitting his followers to have sexual relations with female captives of war.

I saw cruelty, lust for power, and self-serving revelations that conveniently allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

A true prophet points people to God and lives a life of holiness.

Jesus said Muhammad pointed people to himself and lived a life of violence, lust, ought and self-interest.

He is not in paradise.

He is in the place of judgment reserved for false prophets who led millions astray.

Every Muslim who follows his example and believes his words is walking the same path he walked.

A path that leads to destruction.

The weight of this truth was unbearable.

My whole life had been built on following Muhammad’s example, on believing his words were from God, on trusting that he was the final and greatest prophet.

If he was false, then everything was false.

If he was deceived, then I had been deceived.

If he was in hell, then I was heading there, too.

I was trembling, barely able to stand under the weight of what I was seeing.

Everything I had believed, everything I had built my life upon was crumbling like sand.

But Jesus was not finished.

There were three more reasons.

And somehow I knew these would be even harder to face.

The fifth reason Muslims go to hell, Jesus said, and his voice carried both authority and sorrow is because they reject the Bible as the true word of God and replace it with a book written by a man.

Muslims claim that the Torah, the Psalms, and the Gospel were originally from God but became corrupted.

This is a lie.

My word has been preserved through the centuries.

What Muslims call corruption is actually their own discomfort with truth that contradicts Islam.

The Quran contradicts the Bible on every major doctrine.

Salvation, the nature of God, my identity, my death and resurrection.

Both books cannot be true.

One is from God and one is not.

He showed me the Quran as it truly was, not the beautiful book I had memorized and revered, but a collection of borrowed stories from Jewish and Christian sources mixed with Arabian customs and laws that benefited Muhammad personally.

I saw the contradictions within the Quran itself.

Verses that canceled out other verses, commands that made no sense.

scientific errors that proved it could not be from an all- knowing God.

I saw the violence in its pages, the commands to fight unbelievers, to subjugate Christians and Jews, to spread Islam by the sword.

I saw the verses that degraded women, that allowed wife beating, that made a woman’s testimony worth half a man’s, that permitted men to have sex slaves.

This was not the perfect unchanged word of God.

I had been taught it was this was a book written by a 7th century Arabian man who wanted to create a religion that would give him power, wealth, and control.

Your then Jesus showed me the Bible and it was completely different.

I saw its message of redemption running from Genesis to Revelation all pointing to him.

I saw prophecies written hundreds of years before his birth that he fulfilled perfectly.

I saw the consistency of its message even though it was written by 40 different authors over 1500 years.

I saw how it had been carefully preserved through thousands of manuscripts.

How scholars could verify its accuracy.

How archaeological discoveries continued to confirm its historical reliability.

Most importantly, I saw how it testified about Jesus as the son of God, the promised Messiah, the savior of the world.

The Bible and the Quran told completely different stories, and I finally understood which one was true.

Muslims honor me with their mouths, Jesus said, calling me Issa or admitting I was born of a virgin, claiming I did miracles, but they strip away everything that makes me who I am.

They deny I am the son of God.

They deny I died for sins.

They deny I rose from the dead.

They deny I am the only way to the father.

They have created a false Jesus who cannot save anyone.

The real Jesus, the one standing before you now, is the one revealed in the Bible, not the one described in the Quran.

To follow the Quran is to reject me.

and to reject me is to reject the only way of salvation.

The sixth reason appeared before me and this one struck at the very heart of Isal’s Islam’s claim to be a religion of peace.

The sixth reason Muslims go to hell is because Islam produces bad fruit.

Jesus taught that you will know a tree by its fruit.

Good trees produce good fruit.

Bad trees produce bad fruit.

Look at the fruit of Islam throughout history and in the world today.

Violence, oppression, terrorism, the subjugation of women, the persecution of religious minorities, the death penalty for those who leave Islam, honor killings, child marriage, slavery.

These are not distortions of Islam.

These are Islam living out its true teachings.

Muhammad himself modeled this behavior and his followers continue it to this day.

I saw the history of Islam spread out before me like the scroll unwinding.

I saw the early Muslim conquests spreading Islam by the sword across the Middle East, North Africa, and into Europe.

I saw forced conversions and the destruction of churches.

I saw the slave trade that Muslims had conducted for centuries, enslaving millions of Africans long before and long after the Atlantic slave trade.

I saw the Ottoman Empire’s genocide of Armenian Christians.

I saw the persecution of Christians throughout the Muslim world today.

Churches burned, believers martyed, entire communities driven from their homes.

I saw women stoned to death for adultery while the men who committed the same sin went free.

I saw girls as young as nine forced into marriage with old men just like Aisha with Muhammad.

I saw honor killings where fathers and brothers murdered their own daughters and sisters for bringing shame to the family.

But we are taught that Islam means peace.

I whispered that true Islam is peaceful and those who commit violence are extremists who misunderstand the faith.

Jesus looked at me with eyes that saw through every deception.

Islam means submission, not peace.

Submission to Allah and to Islamic law.

And Islamic law permits or even commands violence against unbelievers under certain circumstances.

The extremists are not misunderstanding Islam.

They are following the example of Muhammad and obeying the commands in the Quran.

The peaceful Muslims are the ones who do not follow their own scriptures completely.

They are Muslim in name and culture.

But they have rejected the violent teachings because their own conscience which I placed in every human heart tells them that such violence is wrong.

I thought about all the times I had defended Islam when people criticized it.

All the times I had said that terrorists were not real Muslims, that Islam was a religion of peace being hijacked by extremists.

But I had read the Quran.

I knew the verses about fighting unbelievers.

I knew the hadiths about Muhammad ordering executions and leading military campaigns.

I had just chosen to ignore them or reinterpret them because facing the truth was too painful.

Islam did produce bad fruit and I had spent my whole life pretending the fruit was good or blaming the treere’s caretakers rather than admitting the tree itself was diseased.

The seventh and final reason appeared and I knew this was the one that applied most directly to me.

The seventh reason Muslims go to hell.

Jesus said his voice now like thunder that shook everything around me is because they have hard hearts that refuse to accept truth even when it is presented to them.

Pride keeps them locked in deception.

They would rather be right than be saved.

They would rather protect their identity as Muslims, their family honor, their community standing, then humble themselves and admit they have been wrong.

Many Muslims have heard the gospel, but many have seen the love of Christians.

Many have read the Bible and felt its truth, but they reject it because accepting it would cost them everything.

Their family, their friends, their reputation, sometimes even their lives.

He showed me Muslims around the world who had heard about Jesus, who had been given Bibles, who had seen the testimony of former Muslims who found salvation in Christ.

I saw their hearts as they heard the gospel message.

Some felt a stirring, a recognition of truth, a desire to know more.

But then I saw them turn away, choosing to remain in Islam rather than face the consequences of conversion.

I saw the fear in their eyes.

Fear of being disowned by family, fear of losing their identity, fear of being labeled a traitor or apostate, fear of the death penalty that Islamic law prescribes for those who leave Islam.

Their pride and their fear were stronger than their desire for truth.

And then Jesus showed me my own heart and I saw myself clearly for the first time.

I had had doubts about Islam for years.

I had questions that no imam could answer satisfactorily.

I had seen the contradictions, the problems, the bad fruit.

Deep down, I had known something was wrong.

But I had pushed those thoughts away because I could not imagine life outside of Islam.

My entire identity was wrapped up in being a Muslim, being the daughter of an imam, being the model of Islamic womanhood.

To question Islam was to question everything I was.

So I had chosen comfortable deception over uncomfortable truth.

I had chosen my reputation over reality.

I had chosen pride over salvation.

Leila, Jesus said, and his voice was now gentle, almost pleading.

I am giving you a choice that most people do not get.

You died in your sins, following a false religion, worshiping a false god, trusting in a false prophet.

By all rights, you should be in the place of judgment right now.

But I am showing you mercy.

I am revealing truth to you.

I am offering you salvation even now.

You can accept me as your Lord and Savior.

admit that you are wrong about everything and receive eternal life.

Or you can reject me, cling to your pride and your Islamic identity and spend eternity separated from me.

The choice is yours.

I fell completely to the ground, my face pressed against whatever substance made up the floor of this realm.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, my whole body shaking with the weight of decision.

Everything in me wanted to cry out, “Yes, I believe.

I accept you.

You save me.

” But another part of me, the part that had been shaped by 34 years of Islamic conditioning, was screaming in protest, “What about my father? What about my family? What about my children? How could I betray Islam? How could I admit that my whole life had been wasted? How could I face the shame? Jesus, I cried out, my voice breaking with desperation.

I believe you.

I believe everything you have shown me.

I was wrong about everything.

Islam is false.

Muhammad was a false prophet.

The Quran is not your word.

I have been worshiping a God who does not exist.

I have been trying to save myself through works that could never be enough.

I need you.

I need your forgiveness.

I need your salvation.

Please save me.

Please forgive me for rejecting you my whole life.

I accept you as my Lord and Savior.

I believe you died for my sins and rose from the dead.

I believe you are the only way to the Father.

Save me, Jesus.

Please save me.

The moment those words left my mouth, everything changed.

The darkness that had been pressing in around me suddenly retreated.

light, real light, warm and pure and full of life, flooded into that space.

I felt something break inside my chest, like chains that had been wrapped around my heart for 34 years, suddenly snapping and falling away.

The weight I had been carrying, the weight of trying to earn my salvation, the weight of never being sure if I was good enough, the weight of fear and performance and endless religious obligation.

All of it lifted off me in an instant.

For the first time in my entire life, I felt free.

I felt clean.

I felt loved.

Not because of anything I had done, but simply because Jesus loved me.

Jesus reached down and lifted me to my feet.

When his hands touched me, I felt power flow through my body like electricity.

But it did not hurt.

It healed.

It restored.

It made me new.

Your sins are forgiven, Ila, he said.

And his voice was full of joy.

You are my daughter now.

You are saved.

Not because of your works, but because of my grace.

You are washed clean by my blood.

You have eternal life, and nothing can ever take that away from you.

I looked down at myself and saw that my black abaya and hijab were gone.

Instead, I was clothed in white, in robes so bright and pure, that they seemed to glow with their own light.

I understood immediately that these were not clothes I had earned or deserved.

These were his righteousness given to me as a gift.

I am sending you back, Jesus said.

And I felt panic rise in my chest.

Back? No, please let me stay here with you.

I do not want to go back to that life, to that world, to that religion.

But Jesus shook his head.

You must go back because there are millions of Muslims just like you living in deception, heading for hell, believing they are saved when they are not.

You must tell them what you have seen.

You must warn them.

You must tell them about the seven reasons Muslims go to hell every hour.

Some will listen, most will not.

Many will hate you.

Your own family will reject you.

But you must obey me regardless of the cost.

This is your calling.

Now, before I could respond, before I could argue or beg to stay, I felt myself being pulled backward away from Jesus, away from that realm of light and truth.

I tried to hold on, tried to stay, but the pull was too strong because the last thing I saw was Jesus’s face.

and he was smiling at me with such love that it broke my heart to leave him.

Then everything went black again.

But this time the darkness did not terrify me because I knew I was his and nothing could change that.

I was being sent back for a purpose and I had to trust him.

Even though I had no idea how I would fulfill this impossible mission he had given me.

I woke up in a hospital bed at King Fahad Medical City in Riyad.

Machines were beeping around me.

Tubes were connected to my arms.

My throat hurt from the breathing tube they had inserted.

I could hear voices speaking in Arabic.

Medical staff discussing my condition.

Amazed that I had survived.

I had been dead for 18 minutes.

They said my heart had stopped completely.

They had shocked me multiple times trying to bring me back.

They had almost given up.

But suddenly my heart had started beating again on its own and I had begun breathing.

They called it a miracle and they were right.

But they had no idea what kind of miracle it really was.

Khaled was sitting in a chair next to my bed, his head in his hands, looking exhausted.

When he heard me move, he looked up and his face flooded with relief.

Leila, alhamdulillah, you are awake.

The doctor said you might not make it.

They said even if you survived, you might have brain damage from lack of oxygen.

But here you are, awake and alert.

Allah has shown us mercy.

His words spoken with such sincere gratitude made me want to cry because I knew what I had to tell him would destroy everything between us.

But I could not lie.

Not anymore.

Not after what I had seen.

Khaled, I said, my voice weak and scratchy.

Oh, I need to tell you something.

Something happened while I was dead.

I saw things.

I learned things.

Everything we believe is wrong.

He looked confused, then concerned.

What are you talking about? You’re just confused from the trauma.

You need to rest.

We can talk later.

But I shook my head.

No, I need to tell you now.

I met Jesus.

The real Jesus, not the Issa of the Quran.

He is God.

Khaled.

He is the son of God.

He died for our sins and rose from the dead.

Islam is false.

Muhammad was a false prophet.

We have been deceived our whole lives.

I have accepted Jesus as my savior and I am no longer a Muslim.

The look on Khaled’s face changed from concern to shock to horror in seconds.

What are you saying? Have you gone mad? The nurses need to check you.

You are not thinking clearly.

He stood up and reached for the call button.

thoughts.

But I grabbed his arm.

I am thinking clearly for the first time in my life.

Jesus showed me that millions of Muslims are going to hell every hour because they are following a false religion.

He showed me seven reasons why Muslims are lost.

I have to warn people, Khaled.

I have to tell them the truth before it is too late.

Khaled pulled his arm away from me like I had burned him.

Stop this insanity right now.

You are speaking kufur blasphemy.

If anyone hears you talking like this, they will think you have left Islam.

Do you know what the penalty is for apostasy? Do you know what will happen to you, to our children, to our family? I do know, I said quietly.

And I do not care.

I would rather lose everything in this world than lose my soul in eternity.

Jesus saved me, Khaled.

He gave me a second chance.

Why? I cannot waste it by going back to the lie I was living before.

Khaled stared at me like he was looking at a stranger.

And in a way, he was.

The woman he had married, the perfect Muslim wife, the daughter of an imam.

That woman had died 18 minutes ago.

The woman who had come back was someone completely different, someone he did not recognize and would not accept.

I need to get your father,” he said, backing toward the door.

“She shake Ibrahim will know what to do.

He will talk sense into you.

This is just confusion from your near-death experience.

You will remember who you are and return to Islam.

” He left the room quickly.

And I knew what was coming.

My father would come.

He would be angry, then disappointed, then pleading.

He would use every argument, every verse from the Quran, every hadith, given every emotional manipulation to try to bring me back to Islam.

My mother would cry, my siblings would be ashamed, my children would be confused and hurt.

The entire community would turn against me.

I might even face legal consequences since leaving Islam is punishable by death under Sharia law and Saudi Arabia follows Sharia.

But none of that mattered anymore because I had seen the truth.

I had seen Jesus.

I had seen millions of Muslims falling into hell every hour.

I had been given a mission to warn them and I would obey even if it cost me everything.

The door opened again and a nurse came in to check my vital signs.

She was a Filipino woman and I noticed a small cross necklace barely visible under her uniform.

In Saudi Arabia, non-Muslims are forbidden from displaying their religious symbols.

So she kept it hidden, but I saw it.

And something inside me leaped.

You are a Christian, I whispered.

She looked startled and afraid, glancing at the door to make sure no one had heard.

Please do not tell anyone.

I could lose my job or worse.

I shook my head.

I will not tell anyone.

But I need you to know something.

I was a Muslim my whole life until I died an hour ago.

Jesus appeared to me and showed me the truth.

I am a Christian now, too.

I am going to face terrible persecution when my family finds out.

Will you pray for me? The nurse’s eyes filled with tears.

Of course, I will pray for you.

What you are about to face, it will be harder than anything you can imagine.

But Jesus is with you.

He will never leave you or forsake you.

You are part of our family now.

The family of God.

She quickly prayed over me in English asking God to give me strength, courage, what and protection for what was coming.

Then she had to leave before someone became suspicious.

But her prayer had strengthened me.

I was not alone.

I had brothers and sisters in Christ all over the world.

Even here in Saudi Arabia where Christianity was banned.

I was part of something bigger than my biological family, bigger than my culture, bigger than Islam.

My father arrived 30 minutes later and the storm began.

For the next 6 months, I faced opposition, threats, manipulation, and persecution that would have destroyed me if not for the strength Jesus gave me.

My father declared me mentally ill and tried to have me committed to a psychiatric hospital.

When that failed, he tried to have me quietly divorced and hidden away to protect the family’s reputation.

Khaled divorced me immediately on taking full custody of our children and forbidding me from seeing them.

My mother wept and begged me to recant.

My siblings refused to speak to me.

The community spread rumors that I had been possessed by jin or driven mad by my near-death experience.

But through it all, I kept telling my story.

I found secret Christian communities in Riyad.

believers who met in homes and risked their lives to worship Jesus.

They embraced me, taught me, baptized me in secret.

I started recording videos of my testimony and uploading them to the internet where Muslims around the world could hear them.

Most responses were heightful, calling me a liar, a traitor, someone who deserved death.

But some Muslims watched and were moved.

Some began to question.

Some reached out privately to ask questions.

A few even came to faith in Christ after hearing my story.

But Jesus had told me that some would listen.

And he was right.

Every single person who came to faith made all the suffering worth it.

I am still in Saudi Arabia living quietly, careful not to draw too much attention.

I work with underground Christian ministries helping Muslim women who are questioning Islam.

I translate Christian materials into Arabic.

I continue to share my testimony whenever I can.

The cost has been enormous.

I lost my family, my children, my reputation, my comfortable life.

But I gained everything that matters.

I gained Jesus.

I gained eternal life.

I gained purpose and meaning.

I gained the joy of seeing Muslims set free from deception.

My name is Leila Hassan and I died and discovered that everything I believed was a lie.

But Jesus saved me anyway and sent me back to warn others before it is too late for them

 

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