Stories from the Field

September 2006

From Son of the Desert to Child of God
The Son of the Desert

I was born in Saudi Arabia as a member of a Muslim family. We where a very happy family, I loved my relationship with them. I also felt very happy because I did all the things that God asked me to. I had learned 1/6 part of the holy Quran by heart. When I was a teenager I was Imam for the mosque. Until the time that the devil find his way to our home and our life. My parents divorced, my family fell apart and the life became very hard for me. Slowly I drifted far away from God until the time that I believed in no God at all.

In the desert:

My life became busy. I had a very good job and earned a lot of money. Still I was not happy because I was afraid for the day that I should die. I decided to kill myself. Then I would die one time instead of dying one time every day. I went to the desert to spend the last night of my life there. In the morning of the day that I planned to kill myself I woke up and I was feeling very happy like I had a party to go to. Then I sat down and I remembered a dream of that night. There was a man speaking to me. I had never seen him before. He said to me, "I am with you." But I didn't understand this so it meant nothing to me. I took the gun from under my pillow, but it was gone! I was afraid and because I could not understand what happened and I went back to the town. In the city I spoke about this with a woman from England whom I knew. She said to me, "The one who spoke to you was Jesus." I did not believe her.

A little prayer:

After eleven months there was a big problem in my life. I was in my room looking through the window up to the sky. Then I remembered God. And I wanted to pray to him to ask him for help. But which God should I pray to. Allah? I was sure that he was very angry for me because I didn't pray for a very long time. Or Jesus? The one who made the gun disappear. Then I said, "Jesus help me!" I didn't know why I spoke like this. I sat down on my bed and spoke to myself, "what is this stupid thing you just did?" Anyway, nothing is going to happen and the problem will not go away. However, one and a half day later my problem was solved! Then I decide to find out who this Jesus is. Is he God like the Christian people say or is he a prophet like I know from Islam? So I left my country and went to Europe.

The dream:

On the third day my situation was very difficult for me and I decide to go back to Middle East. In this night I had another dream. I was standing in a cross shape with a low wall around it. In my right hand I had a big stack of white unwritten papers. I was standing at the cross beam and I was looking to a small group of people who where standing in the top. They all wore long white clothing but one of them was different. He was standing at the right side and with his left hand he was leading the people through a door in the wall. Behind the door was light and I could not see what was in there. One moment I was standing in the dream and the next moment I was seeing the cross from above. It was difficult for me to understand this. After one year reading the Bible in an honest way I understand now what happened to me in the desert and about the last dream. I found my way to God, the real God, the Lord Jesus Christ. I hope now for all the people I love, my family, my friends, and everyone also to change and begin to read the Bible in an honest way. I am sure that God will help them to find their way. Amen.

~ The son of the desert