during a devastating skiing accident a devout Muslim woman dies and meets Muhammad and Jesus in the afterlife what she discovers changes everything she believed in watch until the end for a shocking Revelation that will make you question everything you know about death my name is Asa Mahmud and I never thought I'd be telling this story at 39 I lived what I considered a blessed life in Aspen Colorado I owned a small but successful Moroccan restaurant prayed five times a day and raised three beautiful children with my husband youf skiing was my Escape every weekend I'd
head to the mountains finding peace in the challenge of descending those magnificent slopes 12 years of experience had made me confident perhaps too confident that fateful morning of February 23rd started like any other I woke up for fjer prayer prepared breakfast for Yousef and our youngest son Idris who still lived at home and packed my ski gear the weather forecast promised clear skies and Mild temperatures perfect conditions for what I planed to be a solo ski run on a familiar route I remember checking my hijab was Secure under my helmet something I'd perfected over years
of skiing my faith was as much a part of me as my love for the mountains I'd often contemplate Allah's greatness while gliding down those magnificent slopes feeling closer to heaven with each foot of elevation lost the Rabb I chose that day was one I'd skied dozens of times before but something felt different maybe it was the way the Morning Light caught the snow or perhaps it was the unusual Stillness in the air looking back I should have heeded these subtle warnings from nature itself 3 hours into my skiing about 2,000 ft up I skied
for what appeared to be a solid patch of snow I'd used this very same path countless times before but this time the snow gave away beneath my skis in that Split Second as I felt my body begin to fall time seemed to slow down my safety equipment should have caught me but the Snows slide had damaged my bindings the next few moments came in flashes the rush of air around me the odd sense of peace that washed over me as I fell the sharp pain as my body struck a rock then Darkness I later learned
that a group of skiers found me my body had somehow landed in a small opening in the trees preventing what would have been a much longer fall but the impact had caused severe internal bleeding multiple fractures and Trauma to my spine and skull the rescue team took 2 hours to reach me by then my vital signs were barely detectable in the helicopter my heart stopped three times the paramedics later said they'd never seen anyone fight so hard to stay alive what they didn't know was that during those moments when my heart wasn't beating I experienced
something that would forever change my understanding of everything I'd believed in the truth I encountered was Far different from the teachings I'd followed Faithfully for over three decades looking back at my life before that day I see how deeply I believed in my faith I taught my children to follow the five pillars of Islam volunteered at our local mosque and lived each day striving to be a good Muslim I found comfort in the quran's teachings and never questioned what I'd been taught since childhood my husband Yousef and I had met at University in Morocco before
moving to America we built our life around our faith our family and our community our restaurant became a Gathering Place for local Muslims and we took pride in maintaining our traditions in a foreign land our eldest daughter Fatima had recently made us grandparents and our middle son khed was engaged to be married life was good predictable and secure in its familiarity I never imagined that everything I believed would be challenged in such a profound way the morning of my accident I'd kissed Yousef goodbye as he left for morning prayer at the mosque we planed to
have family over for dinner that evening to celebrate Idris acceptance into law school instead they would Gather in a hospital waiting room praying for my survival but what happened during those moments when my heart stopped beating what truths did I discover in that space between life and death the reality I encountered was far more shocking than anything I could have imagined and it would challenge everything i' believed about faith salvation and the nature of Truth itself those last moments before my accident keep rep playing in my mind I remember checking my gear one final time
a habit ingrained after years of skiing The Familiar weight of my backpack The Snug fit of my boots the reassuring click of the bindings i' packed my small prayer mat too planning to pray doer when I took my lunch break as I often did my restaurant was closed on Tuesdays which made it my dedicated skiing day the staff mostly local college students and a few refugees I'd hired over the years knew not to expect me Tuesdays were sacred my time to connect with nature and I thought then with Allah that morning I had a strange
conversation with Idris he'd been questioning certain aspects of our faith lately something that worried me Mom he'd said over breakfast how can we be sure our way is the only right way I'd given him the same answers I'd been given that Islam was the final Revelation that Muhammad was the last prophet that the Quran was perfect and unchangeable now I think about how I dismissed his questions how certain I'd been in my answers if only I'd known then what I know now but isn't that always the way we humans are so certain of our truths
until life or death shows us otherwise the skiing community in Aspen knew me as the hijabi skier I'd earned respect over the years mentoring younger Muslim women who wanted to pursue Outdoor Sports while maintaining their modesty I'd even been featured in a local newspaper article about breaking cultural barriers the journalist had asked if wearing a hijab while skiing was difficult I'd laughed and told her that nothing was difficult if you believed it was Allah's will my life revolved around a careful balance of faith and American Life our restaurant Aisha's Cafe served halal food exclusively we'd
close during prayer times and during Ramadan we host community of tars I believed I was living exactly as Allah intended being a good Muslim while also embracing the best parts of American culture every Saturday I taught at the weekend Islamic school helping children learn to recite the Quran I knew all the verses about paradise and Hell about Judgment Day and the bridge over Hellfire that All Souls must cross I taught these things with complete conviction never imagining that my understanding might be incomplete or Worse entirely raw my oldest friend Rebecca a Christian had tried many
times over the years to talk to me about Jesus I'd always politely but firmly shut down those conversations Isa was a great prophet I'd say using the Arabic name for Jesus but Muhammad was the final messenger how ironic those conversations seem now how different from the truth I would soon discover the month before my accident I had a dream that troubled me in it I was skiing down a mountain made of books all the religious texts of the world the higher I went the more the books crumbled beneath my skis at the bottom stood a
figure of light but I couldn't make out who it was I dismissed the dream as meaningless but now I wonder if it was a warning or perhaps a preparation for what was to come that final morning as I drove to the slopes I listened to a recitation of Surah Al FAA on my car's stereo the verses about death and judgment echoed in my mind as I parked and gathered my gear and the trumpet shall be blown and behold from their graves they shall Rush forth to their Lord I'd always found comfort in these verses but
now they seem like a premonition I remember checking my phone one last time before starting the ski run there was a message from Fatima with a new photo of my granddaughter Nadia a text from Yousef reminding me to be careful a missed call from khed normal everyday things that now seem precious beyond measure The Descent itself started routinely enough The Familiar rough texture of the snow under my skis the methodical process of making turns checking and double-checking my edges i' done this route so many times I could probably have skied it blindfolded that confidence I
now realized was part of what led to my accident as I skied higher I remember feeling an unusual sense of unease the air seemed different somehow heavier more charged animals that usually inhabited the slopes were strangely absent even the typical Morning Sounds of other skiers seemed muted it was as if nature itself was holding its breath waiting for what was about to happen the moment of my death wasn't dramatic one second I was falling the next I felt weightless like floating in a warm pool the pain vanished instantly I found myself looking down at my
broken body on the snow feeling oddly detached from the scene below a silver cord connected me to my physical form shimmering like Moonlight on water as I watched rescue workers skied down the mountain their movement seeming slow and dreamlike from my New Perspective I tried calling out to them but my voice made no sound in the strange in between place then came the tunnel not the peaceful light fill passage I'd heard about in stories but a dark swirling Vortex that pulled at me with irresistible Force the silver cord snapped and I was drawn in tumbling
through absolute Darkness time lost all meaning I could have been falling for seconds or centuries the darkness pressed against me like a physical thing and with it came an overwhelming sense of my own sinfulness Every Lie I'd ever told every harsh word every selfish thought all of it paraded through my mind with Crystal Clarity but worse than my personal sins was the growing realization that I'd been wrong about something fundamental a verse from the Quran kept repeating in my mind those who believe and those who follow the Jewish faith and the Christians and the sabians
any who believe in Allah in the last day and work righteousness shall have their reward with their Lord but now that verse felt Hollow incomplete the darkness eventually gave way to a dim reddish light I found myself standing on a vast plane that stretched endlessly in all directions the ground beneath my feet was black and cracked like cooling lava and heat radiated up through my feet the air smelled of sulfur and burning flesh in the distance I saw a figure approaching my heart leaped with joy surely this would be the prophet Muhammad coming to guide
me to paradise as I'd always believed he would as the figure Drew closer I could make out the familiar features I'd seen in countless religious paintings the beard the noble bearing the green robe but but something was wrong his eyes his eyes were empty dead things like black holes in his face when he spoke his voice was not the beautiful melodious sound I'd expected but a harsh grating noise that made my soul cringe welcome faithful one he said but his words dripped with mockery welcome to the fruit of your devotion I fell to my knees
confused and terrified but but you are the prophet the messenger of Allah he laughed then a sound like breaking glass I am who you believed me to be I am the one who led Millions astray and you Aisha followed me so Faithfully the ground began to crack beneath us revealing glimpses of fire below all around I could hear screams millions of Screams with horror I recognized the sound of Arabic prayers mingling with the whales of Torment how I managed to whisper how can this be because he replied his form beginning to shift and change revealing
something dark and terrible beneath the familiar appearance I never was what I claimed to be the truth was always there but you chose not to see it the heat was becoming unbearable now in the distance I could see other figures approaching millions of them all wearing hijabs phobes and other Islamic clothing their faces were masks of Agony as they wandered the Burning Plane your good works the being that wasn't Muhammad continued your prayers your charity all of it worthless because it was built on a lie you rejected the true path for a beautiful deception I
wanted to argue to defend my faith but every argument I tried to form crumbled in my mind images began flashing before me historical scenes I'd never witnessed but somehow knew were true I saw the real Muhammad not the idealized version I'd been taught about but a man driven by Earthly desires twisting Divine truths for his own purposes no I moaned covering my face with my hands this can't be true Allah is merciful compassion Allah the being's laugh was even more terrible now you never knew Allah you followed a false god a moon deity elevated to
Supreme status the true God the one you rejected is far different from what you imagined the being's form continued to change becoming something ancient and malevolent I realized with growing horror that I was face to face with one of the Fallen Angels I'd read about but never truly believed in this was a demon a deceiver who had masqued as a Divine messenger your children it hissed its voice now completely inhuman you taught them the same lies LED them down the same path they too will join you here unless unless what I cried out desperate for
any hope unless the truth reaches them but you're here now with us forever the demon gestured at the Burning Plane around us this is just the Outer Circle would you like to see where the most devoted followers go before I could respond the ground beneath me dissolved I fell through layers of increasing heat each level revealing new Horrors I saw people I'd known in life imams religious teachers devoted Muslims I'd admired all suffering torments I can barely bring myself to describe in one level I saw those who'd LED others astray being forced to watch as
their followers arrived one by one their faces contorted with betrayal and anguish in another Scholars who had Twisted scripture for their own purposes were forced to eat the pages of their own writings the papers burning their throats eternally the heat became more intense with each level my spiritual form felt every degree of it but I couldn't lose Consciousness or die again to escape it the pain was total consuming beyond anything I could have imagined in life through it all verses from the Quran kept floating through my mind but now I saw them differently every verse
about Jesus that ID explained away every contradiction I'd refus to examine every historical inaccuracy I'd ignored they all came back to haunt me I saw my friend Rebecca again in my mind patiently trying to tell me about Jesus he claimed to be God she' said not just a prophet but God incarnate I dismissed her words as blasphemy now in this place of Truth stripped bare I understood with devastating Clarity how wrong I'd been the demon who'd appeared as Muhammad was still with me its true form growing more hor with each level we descended would you
like to know how many Souls I've collected it asked its voice full of terrible Pride how many millions followed my false prophit into this pit numbers appeared in my mind billions over the centuries each number represented a soul a life LED in sincere but misguided devotion I saw my own family among them my parents grandparents ancestors stretching back Generations all deceived all here in this place of Torment but why I screamed screamed into the burning Darkness why would God allow this free will the demon replied almost gently he gave you his word his truth he
even came himself died himself to show you the way but humans are so easily deceived when the LIE is beautiful enough when it appeals to their pride and their desire for control we reached what felt like the bottom though the demon informed me there were still lower levels I wouldn't be seeing here the ground was transparent like glass over an infinite sea of fire through it I could see countless Souls ring in agony your final destination the demon said gesturing at The Inferno below unless unless what I asked again clinging to any shred of Hope
unless you're sent back unless you're given a chance to warn others the Demon's face Twisted in what might have been regret it happens sometimes he's merciful that way the true God more merciful than the false one you worshiped just then a new light appeared different from the red glow of Hellfire this light was Pure White healing the demon shrank back from it its form melting into the Shadows a figure stepped out of the light and I knew immediately who it was not because he looked like the paintings or statues I'd seen but because every fiber
of my being recognized its creator Jesus Christ stood before me and he was nothing like the prophet Isa i' believed in his presence was overwhelming power love and Holiness radiated from him in waves that made me fall prostrate this was not just a prophet or a good man this was God incarnate exactly as the Christians had always claimed my child he said and his voice contained all the love and mercy I'd falsely attributed to Allah you have seen the truth what will you do with it I couldn't look directly at him the purity of his
presence made me acutely aware of my sinfulness my lifetime of wrong beliefs my role in leading others astray Lord I whispered using the English word rather than the Arabic Allah for the first time in my life I was wrong so terribly wrong yes he said simply but it's not too late for you Aisha not yet but I rejected you I cried I taught others to reject you I raised my children to believe in a false god and a false prophet How can there be any hope for me he knelt beside me the creator of the
universe knelt beside me and touched my shoulder at his touch the burning heat of hell receded that is precisely why you must go back your testimony will be powerful exactly because you were so wrong go back hope flickered in my heart you mean your body is not yet dead your family is praying for you right now though they pray to a God who cannot hear them you can return Aisha you can tell them what you've seen you can help break the chain of deception around us the screams of the Damned seem to grow louder as
if in protest I saw faces I recognized members of my mosque religious teachers who had taught me since childhood friends who had encouraged me in my Islamic faith all of them reached out to me with desperate hands their eyes pleading will they listen I asked thinking of my husband my children my community they're so certain as I was some will listen Jesus replied some won't but you must tell them anyway and Isa he paused and his eyes held mine remember remember that you saw hell first so you could understand the urgency Every Soul that believes
the lie comes here every single one the implications hit me like a physical blow unless they heard and believed the truth everyone I loved was destined for this place of Torment my beautiful daughter Fatima my brilliant khed my gentle Idris my beloved Yousef all of them were on this path when you return Jesus continued you will face opposition many will call you crazy others will threaten you your family may reject you are you willing to bear this for the sake of truth yes Lord I replied without hesitation the horrors I'd seen had erased any fear
of Earthly consequences please send me back let me tell them he smiled and the love in that smile was beyond anything I could describe remember this moment he said remember what you've seen remember that I am then he touched my forehead and everything went white the next level of my experience shifted dramatically the suffocating heat of Hell gave way to something entirely different I found myself in what I can only describe as a vast courtroom but one that stretched beyond the limits of human comprehension the walls seemed to be made of living light and the
ceiling if there was one was lost in a brightness too intense to look at directly before me stood what I knew to be the Judgment seat of Christ though it appeared different to anything I could have imagined in life millions of beings surrounded the throne Angels unlike anything described in Islamic tradition they had multiple faces Wings covered with eyes and they moved in patterns that defied physics their continuous Cry of holy holy holy resonated through my very being a massive book was opened before me I recognized it as The Book of Life mentioned in the
Christian Bible not the simplified records of deeds I'd been taught about in Islam as its Pages turned I saw my entire life displayed with perfect clarity not just my actions but my thoughts motivations and the Ripple effects of everything I'd done I watched myself teaching young children at the mosque sincerely believing I was guiding them toward truth but actually leading them away from salvation each little face represented a soul that might end up in the horrors I just witnessed the weight of this responsibility crushed me then came the most difficult part every time I encountered
Christian truth and rejected it was replayed before me I saw myself as a teenager finding a Bible in my school library but putting it back unread because I'd been taught it was corrupted I watched myself dismissing Christian friends who tried to share their faith Pride convincing me I already had the final Revelation but what struck me most were the supernatural battles I'd been completely unaware of in life I saw angels and demons fighting over situations I'd thought were mere coincidences times when I'd felt inexplicably drawn to investigate Christianity those had been the holy spirit's promptings
which I'd ignored daughter came a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once you have believed a clever deception the enemy of souls has many disguises and Islam is one of his masterpieces the voice was both terrible and wonderful and I knew it belonged to God the Father himself images began flowing through my mind the true history of Islam's formation the pagan origins of many Islamic practices the political motivations behind much of the quran's creation I saw Muhammad receiving his Revelations but now I saw what really happened the dark entity that had
appeared to him in the cave was no angel the fear and Suicidal Thoughts he experienced afterward were not as I'd been taught signs of a true prophetic calling but his natural reaction to encountering Pure Evil but why I asked why did you allow such a powerful deception Free Will came the reply echoing what the demon had said but this time with infinite sadness rather than mockery humans must be free to choose or reject truth the deception succeeds because it offers what the human heart naturally desires a system of earning salvation through Works a way to
feel in control a path that appeals to Pride rather than requiring complete surrender before me appeared scenes from the life of Jesus not the Islamic version of Giza but the true Christ I saw his birth his life his teachings in their full context most importantly I witnessed his death and Resurrection with a Clarity that left no room for doubt this was no mere Prophet who escaped crucifixion through a Divine trick as I'd been taught this was God himself taking on human flesh dying for the sins of humanity the scenes continued unfolding before me I saw
the early Christian Church the true accounts of how it spread and then the gradual rise of Islam I witnessed how this new religion borrowed elements from Christianity Judaism and Arabian paganism mixing truth with falsehood in ways that made the deception almost impossible to detect unless you knew what to look for most disturbing were the seames showing how Islamic teachings gradually altered people's ability to question or think critically about their faith I saw how the mere suggestion that the Quran might not be perfect could lead to violence how fear and social pressure kept Millions locked in
the system watch carefully the voice commanded and I saw my own family tree stretching back through generations hundreds of my ancestors all sincere Muslims all deceived all now in that terrible place I'd witnessed but then I saw something that broke my heart small Points of Light scattered throughout the generations these The Voice explained were moments when ancestors encountered my truth each light represents an opportunity for salvation that was rejected I saw my great-grandmother speaking with Christian missionaries in Pakistan my grandfather finding a Bible tract on a street in Casablanca my mother having a vivid dream
about Jesus that she dismissed as shayan's work each missed opportunity sent ripples Through Time affecting not just that person but all their descendants then came the most painful Vision my children's Futures if nothing changed I saw faima raising my granddaughter in the same deception khi becoming increasingly radicalized and Idris is questioning eventually being silenced by fear and Community pressure the vision extended to show their children and their children's children generation after generation perpetuating the lies I'd helped plant but this the voice said and the scene shifted is what could be I saw an alternative future
one where I returned and shared what I'd learned in this version though my family initially rejected me seeds of Truth were planted I saw Idris questioning leading him to research Christianity seriously I saw foda finding the courage to examine her beliefs after watching my transformation I saw ked's anger at my conversion eventually giving way to curiosity your suffering will have purpose The Voice continued every tear every rejection every persecution will water the seeds of Truth you plant the scene expanded to show others beyond my family members of our mosque customers from our restaurant friends in
the Muslim Community some would be furious at my testimony others secretly intrigued lives would changed slowly at first then in growing numbers as others Found the courage to question and seek truth but understand the voice warned the enemy will fight against you you've seen his deception and he will not let you expose it easily more scenes appeared death threats former friends becoming enemies my restaurant vandalized my family turning against me I saw myself crying lonely seemingly defeated but then I saw the hidden impact people watching from a distance seeing my faith tested and holding firm
underground discussions of my testimony spreading through the community the choice is yours The voice said I will not force you you can stay here now enter your rest early or you can return and face these trials for the sake of those you love I didn't hesitate send me back I said no matter the cost the scene shifted again and I found myself in what seemed to be a vast Library the walls stretched endlessly upward filled with books of every size and color these The Voice explained are the questions you'll need answers for study them carefully
suddenly information began pouring into my mind answers to every Islamic apologetic argument I'd ever used his IAL facts I'd never known archaeological evidence that contradicted Islamic claims linguistic proofs showing the quran's human Origins most importantly I received a deep understanding of Christian theology that went far beyond the superficial arguments I'd once used against it I learned why the Trinity wasn't polytheism as I'd always thought why the Incarnation was necessary for salvation why Blood atonement was the only way to satisfy both God's justice and mercy everything that had once seemed like foolishness to my Muslim mind
now made perfect beautiful sense you will not remember everything consciously the voice said but it will be there when you need it the spirit will bring it to your remembrance then came another shift and I found myself before Jesus again but this time I saw him as he appears in heaven the lion of Judah the King of Kings far different from both the gentle prophet of Islam and the weak Jesus I'd imagine from Christian art my daughter he said and his voice held both Authority and infinite tenderness you will suffer for my name's sake but
remember I suffered first and I will be with you through everything that comes he reached out and touched my forehead again this time I felt knowledge of him being seared into my very Soul not just facts and theology but intimate personal knowledge of his character and love I knew with unshakable certainty that this was the truth I'd been seeking my whole life while looking in the wrong direction your time to return has come he said but first watch one more thing before me appeared what looked like a split screen two versions of my death in
one I died without this experience still believing in Islam and faced the Eternal Horrors I'd witnessed in the other I died after a life of sharing Christian truth surrounded by family members who had also found salvation because of my testimony the difference between these two Futures Jesus said is what you do with what you've seen today Choose Wisely the scene began to fade and I felt myself being pulled back toward life but before everything disappeared I heard one final message remember you've seen these things not for yourself alone but for the sake of those still
trapped in darkness your life is no longer your own as I began to feel the pull back toward my body I understood with perfect clarity why this had happened to me me every detail of my life being Muslim Living in America owning a restaurant that gave me Connections in the community even my skiing accident had been part of a bigger plan God had positioned me to reach people who might never listen to a born Christian the last thing I heard before returning to Consciousness was a chorus of angels singing their song Would echo in my
memory forever though human words can't capture its beauty it was a song about the joy in heaven over every sinner who repents over every lost sheep that returns to the true Shepherd the transition back to my body was excruciating After experiencing the freedom of spiritual form being confined to flesh felt like being squeezed into a suit of wet concrete every nerve ending screamed in protest as Consciousness returned the first thing I became aware of was the steady beeping of Hospital machines then came the pain waves of it washing over me from multiple broken bones and
internal injur IES but even the worst physical pain felt minor compared to what I'd witnessed in hell I could hear voices around me doctors and nurses discussing my condition my family members praying in Arabic each Islamic phrase now felt like a small knife in my heart knowing where those prayers were really going I wanted to scream out right then and tell them to stop but my body wouldn't respond through half open eyes I could see Yousef sitting by my bed his fingers moving over prayer beads as he recited verses from the Quran Idris was asleep
in a chair by the window looking exhausted a hijab clad figure that must have been Fatima was bent over in prayer on a small rug in the corner the sight of my loved ones continuing in their deceived worship made me want to weep but I couldn't even do that my body was held immobile by casts and bandages and my throat was blocked by breathing tubes all I could do was lie there and listen as they earnestly to God who didn't exist the next few days passed in a blur of pain medication medical procedures and visits
from concerned members of our MOS Community every time someone said alhamdulillah praise be to Allah about my survival I felt a deep sadness if they only knew the truth about who had really given me a second chance one night when I was alone except for youf sleeping in the chair beside me I managed to turn my head enough to see a small wooden cross hanging on the wall standard Decor in this Christian hospital before my experience I would have been annoyed by its presence now it was the only thing in the room that gave me
comfort as I grew stronger the doctors called my survival miraculous they didn't know how right they were though not in the way they meant my injuries should have been fatal only divine intervention had sent me back and not for the sake of mere physical life the breathing to tube was removed after a week but I waited to speak about what I'd seen I knew I needed to be strategic about how I shared my experience if I blurted everything out while still heavily medicated it would be too easy for everyone to dismiss it has drug induced
hallucinations instead I watched and listened I saw How Deeply entrenched my family was in Islamic beliefs how every aspect of their lives revolved around its practices my restaurant staff came to visit bringing copies of the Quran for me to read during my recovery the local Imam stopped by to remind me that my accident was a test from Allah and that my survival was a sign of his favor each visit each well-meaning gesture showed me the magnitude of what I was up against these weren't bad people they were sincere Seekers who had been deceived just as
I had been they were doing exactly what I would have done in their position not realizing they were strengthening chains that bound them to a Terri Destiny during those long hours in the hospital bed I began to notice things I'd never seen before I watched how fear underlaid many aspects of Islamic practice fear of Hell fear of community judgment fear of questioning I saw how the repeated prayers and rituals served to reinforce the programming leaving little room for independent thought most telling were the reactions when a young Christian nurse named Sarah would speak to me
about her faith my family would quick change the subject or find reasons to dismiss her once when she offered to pray for me youf politely but firmly declined then spent the next hour reciting konic verses as if to counteract any spiritual contamination Sarah seemed to sense something had changed in me perhaps it was the way I looked at the cross now or how I didn't join in when my family said their prayers one night when we were alone she squeezed my hand and whispered he's real isn't he I could only nod tears streaming down my
face the physical recovery was difficult but preparing for the spiritual battle ahead was even harder I knew that the moment I spoke about my experience everything would change my comfortable life my relationships my reputation in the community all of it would be shattered two weeks into my Hospital stay Idris came to visit alone of All My Children he had been the one most openly questioning Islam he sat beside my bed and after a long long silence asked Mom did something happen to you you seem different I wanted to tell him everything right then but I
heard Jesus's voice in my mind saying not yet instead I asked him what do you think happens when we die Idris he looked troubled I don't know anymore Mom I'm supposed to believe what we've been taught but he trailed off then whispered sometimes I wonder if we might be raw I squeezed his hand my heartbreaking with the knowledge of how right he was keep questioning I told him keep seeking truth no matter where it leads the look he gave me was both surprised and relieved so different from how I would have responded to such doubts
before my experience this moment confirmed what I'd been shown Idris would be one of the first to be ready to hear the truth as my strength returned I began to see how God was positioning everything my accident had made me a topic of conversation in the Muslim Community people were already calling it a miracle though they attributed it to the wrong Source this meant that when I finally shared my testimony people would have to explain why Allah would save me only to have me convert to Christianity the dreams started about 3 weeks into my recovery
every night I would see different aspects of what I'd witnessed during my death experience sometimes I was back in hell watching Souls arrive and realized too late they believed a lie other times I was in the throne room basking in Jesus's presence I would wake up drenched in sweat the urgency of my mission pressing on my heart one particular dream Shook Me deeply I saw thousands of Muslims I knew standing before the Judgment seat looking confused and terrified but we followed all the rules they were saying we prayed five times a day we fasted we
gave zakat we believed in you Allah then I heard Jesus's voice saying I never knew you you worship a false god of your own making the hardest part was watching my family continue their Islamic devotions around me Fatima would come with her baby my precious granddaughter Nadia and pray over me in Arabic each time I saw flashes of Nadia's future being raised in the same deception passing it on to her own children someday unless someone broke the cycle the doctors were Amazed by my progress calling it remarkable Physical Therapy was painful but I pushed through
it with determination knowing I needed to be strong for what lay ahead each step each small victory and regaining my Mobility was preparation for the spiritual battle I would soon face during my final week in the hospital I had an unexpected visitor Rebecca my Christian friend who had tried for years to share her faith with me she had been out of the country when my accident happened and came as soon as she returned the moment she walked into my room she knew something was different you've seen him haven't you she asked quietly when we had
a moment alone I nodded unable to speak through my tears she held my hand and prayed with me my first real Christian prayer the peace that filled the room was palpable the day before my discharge I had one final Vision I saw myself standing before a large crowd of Muslims sharing my testimony many were angry some were crying others looked thoughtful behind each person I could see their Eternal Des Destiny hanging in the ballots Jesus's words echoed in my mind every soul that believes the lie comes here every single one that night I wrote my
first journal entry documenting everything I had experienced while it was still fresh in my mind I knew this record would be important later both for my own strength in difficult times and as a testimony for others as I was writing I heard commotion in the hallway a code blw another patient dying the sound of feet and Urgent voices triggered memories of my own death experience I found myself praying for that unknown person hoping they would have the same opportunity I had been given to know the truth the next morning as my family prepared to take
me home I looked around my hospital room one last time the small cross still hung on the wall no longer just a piece of decoration but a symbol of everything that had changed I was leaving this room a completely different person than the one who had been brought in broken and dying I knew that once I left the hospital the real test would begin but I also knew I wasn't facing it alone the same Jesus who had sent me back would be with me through whatever came next coming home felt surreal everything looked exactly the
same the Islamic calligraphy on our walls the prayer rugs neatly rolled in the corner the Quran displayed prominently on its special stand but I saw it all with new eyes now understanding each item as a piece of the deception I'd lived under for so long that first evening home when the call to mcgree prayer sounded from the app on usf's phone I didn't get up to pray everyone assumed I was too tired or in too much pain from my injuries they didn't know that I was quietly praying to Jesus instead asking for wisdom about when
and how to tell them the following days fell into a pattern my family would go about their Islamic routines while I made excuses about needing more time to recover I spent hours reading the Bible on my phone hiding it behind a cover of medical recovery websites every verse seemed to come alive with new meaning especially the ones about counting the cost of following Christ two weeks after coming home I knew I couldn't delay any longer I chose a quiet evening when Idris was studying upstairs and Yousef was watching the news we need to talk I
said my heart pounding so hard I thought might break my barely healed ribs about what habiti Yousef asked using his familiar term of endearment how many more times would I hear him call me that about what happened when I died the next two hours changed everything I told him about meeting Muhammad in Hell about seeing Jesus about learning the truth of Islam's deception with each word I watched his face transform from concern to disbelief to anger it's the medication he said flatly when I finished or maybe brain damage from the fall we get you to
a doctor no youf I replied gently it's the truth deep down you must have questioned things too he stood up so abruptly that his chair fell over enough I won't hear this blasphemy in my house his shouts brought interest downstairs our sons stood in the doorway H looking between us with growing alarm what's happening your mother has lost her mind Yousef said she's claiming she met Issa and that Islam is false the look on Idris face was something I'll never forget a mixture of shock fear and was that relief he didn't say anything just stood
there as his father continued ranting about getting me psychiatric help words spread through the community like wildfire by the next morning our phones were buzzing constantly with messages from concerned friends and family the Imam himself came to our house spending hours trying to convince me I had been deceived by Shayan I listened patiently to all their arguments remembering how I would have made the same ones just months ago but now I could see the circular Logic the defensive reactions the fear underlying every response when the Imam quoted konic verses about apostasy I heard the threat
beneath his concerned tone Fatima arrived with baby Nadia tears streaming down her face how could you do this to us mom what will people say what about Nadia do you want her growing up with a cafir grandmother I'm I'm doing this for you I tried to explain for all of you if you'd seen what I saw but they didn't want to hear about what I'd seen every time I tried to describe my experience they would start loudly reciting Quran or finding reasons to leave the room only Idris would occasionally catch my eye with questioning looks
but never when others were watching the restaurant became a battlefield half our regular customers stopped coming immediately someone broke our Windows one night and spray painted mtad apostate on the walls our Muslim employees quit one by one despite my assurances that nothing would change in how we operated yet even as my old life crumbled I discovered a new kind of piece I'd never known before Rebecca introduced me to her Church community where I found acceptance and understanding Sarah the nurse from the hospital became a close friend and Mentor in my new Faith late one night
about a month after My Confession Idris came to the restaurant where I'd taken to sleeping since youf asked me to leave our home he had questions so many questions we talked until sunrise me sharing everything I'd seen and learned him finally voicing doubts he'd hidden for years two weeks later he became a Christian too the family's reaction was explosive Yousef disowned him forcing him to move out Fatima and khed refused to speak to either of us but watching my son's face says he experienced true spiritual freedom for the first time made it all worthwhile the
persecution intensified death threats began arriving at the restaurant former friends would spit on the sidewalk when they saw me the local Muslim Business Association orchestrated a complete boycott of our restaurant yet for every customer we lost God seemed to send two new ones people curious about our story Christians wanting to show support even some secret Muslims harboring their own doubts 6 months after my near-death experience I sat in my new small apartment the restaurant's Insurance had finally paid out for the accident reading an email from Fatima she'd been having dreams she wrote dreams about Jesus
she was scared and confused could we talk that's when I fully understood what Jesus had shown me in my vision how my testimony would create ripples through the community more emails and messages began arriving always secretive always fearful but full of questions people wanted to know about my experience about how I Found the courage to leave Islam about what convinced me Christianity was true the restaurant became an unexpected Ministry we started a weekly dinner where former Muslims could gather safely to discuss their faith Journeys some were hijabs to these meetings and parked blocks away terrified
of being discovered each of their stories reminded me of my own Journey a year after my accident I stood in the same hospital where I'd had my near-death experience this time watching Idris Mary Sarah the Christian nurse who had prayed for me Yousef and my other children refused to attend but the chapel was full of our new family in Christ today two years later I run a Secret online support group for Muslims questioning their faith Idris and Sarah help me manage it along with several other former Muslims who found Christ through our ministry we've seen
hundreds come to know the truth Fatima visits secretly now bringing Nadia when she can she hasn't converted yet but I see the same questioning in her eyes that I once saw in Idris khed still won't speak to me but his wife contacted me recently saying he's been reading the Bible in secret the threats haven't stopped just last week someone keyed my car with konic verses about apostates but each Act of persecution only confirms what I learned during my death experience that the enemy fights hardest against the truth my near-death experience changed everything but not just
for me it started a quiet revolution in our community people who were once DieHard Muslims now meet in secret to study the Bible some have lost everything to follow Christ just as I did but like me they found something far more precious than what they lost sometimes at night I still dream about what I saw both the horrors of hell and the glories of Heaven I wake up with renewed urgency to share my story Every Soul that turns to Christ is one less person who will experience what I saw in that terrible Place Yousef filed
for divorce last year I signed the papers with tears remembering our 25 years together but with peace knowing I'd chosen truth over temporary Comfort I still pray for him daily believing that someday he too will remember my testimony and question what he believes the restaurant is thriving now though with a complete different clientele we've become known as a safe haven for Seekers and converts every table has a Bible discreetly available and our new staff is trained to minister to questioning Muslims with love and wisdom looking back I understand why Jesus showed me hell first the
horror of that experience gives me courage when facing rejection and persecution how can I stay silent knowing where the path of Islam leads every dirty look every threat every loss is nothing compared to what I saw my story isn't over each day brings new opportunities to share the truth new Souls searching for answers new chances to show others the way to True salvation the cost has been high but as Jesus Promised the Eternal rewards are greater than anything this world can offer or take away if this story touched your heart please like subscribe and hit
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