I’m from a Muslim family. Growing up, I couldn’t really connect with God. At times I questioned my faith, Islam, but I was never happy or satisfied with the answers. It just didn’t make sense to me. In 2012 my daughter became sick and was in a coma in hospital. A Christian from the chaplaincy came and saw her and offered to pray with us. She prayed, and in that moment I felt comfort and amazing peace. But later I dismissed it. I thought that it was a strange reaction because I was in shock. There was a lot going on, so I just left that encounter where it was and carried on with my life.


I came to the LCM cafe, Husk, one day to have a coffee. I wear a splint sometimes because I have carpal tunnel syndrome. Some of the guys came up to me and offered to pray for my hand. They prayed and sat with me and we talked while I had my coffee. That was important to me because, right then, I was going through a bad time and felt I didn’t belong anywhere. I had a lot of friends, but I didn’t tell anyone what I was going through, and the things I was struggling with. For the last 15 years I hadn’t read the Qur'an because I didn’t understand it, and I couldn’t connect with God. I felt embarrassed to tell anybody. I got to know people like LCM missionary Alice Cooper, but I didn’t know at the time that a lot of Christians were at Husk.


Two years ago, I had an encounter with God. I woke in the middle of the night. As I opened my eyes, I saw a man standing at the side of my bed. The door was half open so that a light came through from the passage, but the room was dark. I couldn’t see his face. It was just a figure. I wasn’t scared, there was no fear. I closed my eyes for a second and when I reopened them, he was gone. The first thing that came to my head was ‘Jesus’. I didn’t understand what I had seen. I can’t explain the feeling; there’s no words to explain what I felt in that moment. After having that encounter, I knew I had the answer, and what I needed to do. I wanted to become a Christian.


I called Alice and told her about my encounter with God. I said, ‘I want to be a Christian.’ And that was it. It was like a heavy thing lifted from my shoulders. From then everything – I mean everything – changed. The way I was felt, my thoughts, the way I did things. People kept saying said I looked different. ‘There’s something about you now,’ they would say, even though I hadn’t changed my clothes or hair. I still looked the same, but it’s the glowing light. Internally, things changed too. I have struggled with forgiveness – forgiving people who have hurt me in the past. Since becoming a Christian, I don’t hold grudges against anybody. I have been letting all these things go. I worry a lot about things. For example, my daughter has underlying health issues. But now I don’t try to fix things. It’s in God’s hands. That’s where I have left it. I love Jesus. I love myself now too, and I didn’t before. It’s light now and before it was dark. It’s as if my eyes have opened. I had been asleep for many years and I’ve finally woken up. I want other people to see that Jesus died on the cross, and I have given my life to Jesus and I think that’s enough for me. He is amazing!


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