I was born in an orthodox and fanatic Muslim family in the Muslim month of Ramzan in a Middle East Kingdom. So my parents named me Ramza. Now I have been born again by accepting Lord Jesus Christ as my Savior and became as a citizen of the Kingdom of God.
I was a religious girl from my childhood. I was always in front of the line for the Islamic practices for reciting Koran, doing namaz five times a day, and fasting on the month of Ramzan. Also I always kept its tradition of wearing the clothe “abaya” with full head and face covering.
My family was a big one with a father, three mothers and thirteen children including myself. My father has a huge income from several trading and contracting agencies for sponsoring them as a local Arab.
I completed school education. One of my friends who studied with me in the school tried to convey me the message of Jesus Christ, who was crucified, died and resurrected. She gave me a sample gospel too. She was the daughter of a Pastor, who is ministering with “Bibles for Mideast”. But I never accepted her message and arguments.
After my school education, my father wanted to get me married with an old and rich man, who already has three wives and several children. I suppose I would be younger than his youngest child.
One evening I went to meet my father in his room. He was talking with one of my step mothers. I plead them not to arrange my marriage now, but send me further studies. My father denied my request.. I argued with him, for I was unable to imagine such a marriage. He did not listen me at all. Finally I said I will be leaving away from home before the marriage.
My father became angry for what I said and argued with him. Suddenly he took a chair and hit on my head with its legs. Because of his brutal attack, my scull has broken. My father and step mother understood I was killed.
Their criminal mind woke up. They did not make known my death to others. They tied my dead body into a plastic sack, took it by car to a far distance through the dessert and thrown it into a deep well in a dates plantation. The well had no water. (My other family members might have thought that I left home because of the uninteresting of the marriage).
When my body was thrown to the well, I saw that my soul was going into the hell through a terrible darkness. I was badly desired to get a drop of water for my deep thirst. I knew my soul was wandering not for the earthly water, but for the water of life, which is the Word of God. I saw the gospel, given by my school friend in front of me. It made me some consolation. I tried to catch it; but my hands could not touch on it. The gospel directed my soul to an amazing garden.
There was a strong, healthy and beautiful man standing inside the well. He catches the sack of my dead body in His hands. He untied the sack. He rubbed my head and body. I opened my eyes like waking up from a dream. I saw nailed marks in His hands. He was my Lord Jesus. He carried me in his hands and brought me out of the well. He said to me, “I am the resurrection and the life; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall be live (John 11:25).”
I prostrate before Him. I said with tears of joy, “Lord Jesus, you’are my Lord and Savior. You have crucified and died for me. You are risen indeed. I am yours. I believe in you”.
I raised my head and looked unto Him. But there was nobody. He was disappeared.
I didn’t know what to do. But I was so happy. I was praising and thanking Lord Jesus. Within few minutes, a husband and wife from “Bibles for Mideast” came to me. They introduced that they are Christians and Lord Jesus guided them to me. I shared my experiences to them. They gave me a Bible and brought me to a house where five women laborers of an agricultural and cattle farm staying together.
They are born again women. I stay with them. They teach me more about the Word of God and we worship Jesus together in our house church. And also I am going with them in the farm as a laborer as well as ministering for the Lord. I don’t want go back to my parents unless they accept Lord Jesus Christ.
Pray for my family members, relatives and all the people of Middle East to be saved.