My name is Sahar; I was born and raised in Iran. I come from
an educated and religious family, that value and perform the Islamic duties.
One day my father came home from work, sits in the living
room and waits for dinner. When my mom called him, she notices that he is
motionless. My mom called the neighbors and friends for help, and then he was
taken to the hospital. All our resources available were used, but nothing has
happened. The doctors could not give any explanation and they did not know how
to treat him. Therefore, my father was at home for months.
One day, while my mom was walking outside, she met one of my
dad’s friends who didn’t live in that city anymore. That friend had moved to a
different country because of being persecuted in that region for being a
Christian. My mom told him about dad’s situation, who was already in bed for 50
days without any movement. She also told him how the doctors could not do
anything about it and that the only thing he had was his breath.
The man, who had not seen my father for quite some time,
asked in a very kind way if he could visit our home and bring a friend who was
a doctor. My mom invited him to come and that we would be anxiously expecting
On the next day, my father’s friend came to visit; after
greeting my mom my brother and myself, he went straight to dad’s room where he
lay motionless. Mom found it strange that he came by himself as he promised to
bring a friend who is a doctor, but she did not say anything. While in the room
he approached my father and powerfully prayed, crying out to the doctor of
doctors to touch and restore his friend’s health. The room door had a gap and I
was 4 year-old, I stood there watching everything that was happening inside the
After the man finished praying, he was saying good-bye to us
I was looking at the room and saw my father moving in the bed, I started
shouting dad is moving. As everyone
looked at the bed they were astonished and went back inside the room my father
was regaining his normal movements. As he woke up, he asked a few questions and
a few hours later he was back to his normal life. He did not remember being
sick. Everyone in the family was completely astonished. How was that possible?
What happened? Who is this God? Where can we find this God?
That man started telling us about God the creator of all
things, about (Isa Al-Masih) Jesus Christ, the doctor of doctors, the Lord of
Lords and the Savior.
We looked for a Bible in our city but there were no Bibles
in our language. Bibles were prohibited in our country. So, my dad’s friend
lived in Lebanon and gave us a Bible in Arabic. We did not speak Arabic, then
my father started learning Arabic because he was thirsty to learn about the God
of the Bible, the God who healed him. He studied and learned Arabic, started
studying his own Bible. For we studied the Bible secretly.
As my brother was reading the stories of the creation and
the liberation of the people of Israel and the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross,
he was amazed with the promises and the peace that were found in the Bible. He
wanted to share his new faith, belief and his new understanding of spiritual
things his friends. But, we were told not to do so, for it is so dangerous to
share our new faith with others, we need to keep it secret.
One day he lost his fear and then decided to talk to his
friends, he told them that we studied the Bible and that they had met another
God, a God who had created all things, a God of love who cared about their
problems, a wonderful God, a merciful God. But, some of the friends told the
parents, and a case was presented to the police.
The police came to the house looking for my brother and the
Bible, my mother was cooking at that
time, when she saw the police coming, she took the Bible and put it in the
oven, so she protected our lives, for if they had found evidence that we were
Christians all would have been killed.
My brother at the age of 16 was taken to a place the family
does not know where for 3 months he was tortured. He came back home without his
teeth and without memory after so many electric shocks he suffered in prison.
He came back with traumas and flashbacks just for having revealed to his
friends that he knew God the Father and Jesus his Savior. All the persecution
and suffering, because he shared his faith with those friends.
We couldn’t find any help in the country, so some people
advised us to send him for treatment in Europe, this what happened, and we got
news that he died few months later. We believed that despite all the pain and
all the suffering, there is a loving Father who is taking care of us.
Our family had to live far away from the rest of the family
because now that they were Christians, the family promised to kill them for
betraying Islam and they had to leave to about 1300 km.
During my high school time and as a teenager I had many
questions, once in school I questioned something about the Qur’an, a part that
I didn’t think was right. I was immediately warned by my teacher that the
Qur’an should never be questioned. After few months I again questioned
something in the Qur’an. The teacher immediately called the police and asks
them to take me. They took me to a secret place, where I found myself inside a
very dark room without any windows. I remembers with a lot of pain how every
day a bad man would come in the room, cursed, insulted and tortured me. One day
they shaved my hair. This is one of the most humiliating things in my country
for the hair is the woman’s honor and a hairless woman is excluded from
On a different day they pulled my fingernail, more
humiliation and more suffering, but during all that I only trusted God, I asked
Him to give me comfort and faith, to fill my heart with the blessed hope, so I could
endure such humiliation and such physical pain, I trusted God and He protected
my life, I stood faithful to my God and Savior Jesus Christ.
My family paid a very expensive bail to release me. When I returned home, the police take my passport and stamp it, which means I can no longer study and work. The only solution my family saw is to leave the country, I ended up traveling by bus to a far away country. I didn’t know where to go, whom I will meet, but I know there is a Heavenly Father who takes care of me.
In that country, I had a very hard time I had no money, I asked help, no one wanted to help, then I remembered a pastor on the TV who lives there, I had his phone number, I called him and told him my story, he asked me to go to a special place. While living there, I met with some believers and we used to study the Bible together. The war broke there, so I needed to leave the country, I did not know where to go. God has open the way for me to travel outside the Middle East, I want to praise God, I got baptized that day I will never forget.
Now, I am a student, studying theology. I want to share the Good News with my people, so they will know my Lord and Savior Isa Al-Masih. To follow Isa Al-Masih is to participate in His sufferings. Yet, the blood He shed for me is worth infinitely more than anything I can do for Him today. And one day, when Jesus returns, my brother and I will get new bodies.