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I was born and raised in a Muslim family in Sudan. My father was a great religious leader. By the age of five I had memorized large parts of the Qur’an, because my father wanted me to inherit his position. Fortunately or unfortunately he died when I was six. During my primary school years I moved all over the Sudan. At the end I came to my mother who loved me so much. Then I went to the University of Khartoum in 1987. When I got there I had certain values I always defend. I wanted to see freedom for every one. I wanted to see justice for all. I became involved in many social works and actions. By the year 1989 the political situation started to deteriorate. The military had overthrown the democratic government and dissolved all the political parties. At that time I did my social activities through an organization called "Neutral Movement Organization". My goal was to serve the Sudan and its people by bringing justice, freedom and healing to its social institutions. When we saw that the military people were going to violate all our values and goals we raised our voice to defend our people, who were looking desperately at the university and the heroes. We entered elections and we won. That was the beginning of my political activities. The government considered us as opposition to their political system and declared war against us. They used all their forces including security men and weapons and all sorts of tortures. We had to stand firm and sacrifice to the last drop of blood in us. We were fighting with our mouths and our pens. Then they used more violence. They started to arrest us one by one. At that time I was the social secretary. Then I became the president of the 40-member council. They arrested the first one and they tortured him to the point of being crazy. I thank God now that he came to the USA just a few weeks ago. He is a miracle. Now I am telling him about the Lord Jesus Christ. At the age of 23 I was arrested twice and saw all sorts of torture in prison. They did not have mercy at all. They killed many students and dismissed great numbers. Of course they dismissed us publicly on the national TV. Then they wanted to put us into critical positions. They returned us secretly but refused to return the other students. In addition, they started to arrest members of our families so that we could appear. I saw the situation unbearable and I had to continue the sacrifice to live for my people. I refused the university and decided to leave the country. I escaped from the security men and I left the Sudan in the year 1992. I went to Chad, a place I had never dreamt to go. There I became a political refugee, but the government men kidnapped me and they wanted to return me to kill me in Sudan. The United Nations allowed me to go anywhere that I thought was secure for my life. There was no other place to go than where the headquarters was located, Zaire, now called the Congo. It was the most terrible place I have ever been (but the Lord had His plans for me). I stayed in the Congo for two years, living as a Muslim; praying and fasting. I helped in the mosque to teach the new Muslim converts. I also taught the Arabic language in one of the Iranian schools. In the year 1995, there was trouble in the Republic of Central Africa, which is the neighbor of the Congo. The son of the president had to flee. He came to Zaire. The United Nations put him at the same house where many political refugees were staying. There wmas a pastor ministering to the president's son in their country. When this pastor heard of the coming of the son, all of them came, brought food and they came to visit them. They found me praying the 4th prayer. When I finished I went into my room. The church used to send every Tuesday a group to study the Bible and pray with those military guys. Every time they came they found me praying. I think they talk to their church about me. Then one day I had just finished my praying I went standing in the front door. I saw two women coming towards me. They asked me if they could talk to me about God. I gave them my conditions. I don't believe that God has a Son and I don’t believe that God is three. I only worship ONE God. They agreed. Then they started talking and I asked some of my questions. At the end they asked me if they could pray. That was the first time to see a Christian saying his prayer near to my ears. They closed their eyes and they talked and talked.... I was just looking at them. Then they promised that next week they would answer my questions. The coming week they came with another pastor who had the Qur’an in French. During my staying there I studied the French language. I had a diploma. He asked me to bring my Arabic Qur’an. To make the story short after three months of visit and talk I realized that Jesus Christ is the word of God and He is the Spirit of God. Then I believed that He is God after I read the Bible. In John 1:1 I read, "In the beginning there was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God". Also the notion that Jesus Christ is the Lamb of God attracted my attention because in Islam there is a lot of sacrifice. I always asked questions since I am a kind of curious person. Then I went to the church for the first time. Two months later the pastor was preaching on Mathew 11:28. Then I realized that I need Jesus as my personal Savoir. That day I stood up and I prayed with the pastor in the presence of the congregation. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savoir. Immediately all things changed. My goals, some of my values, my ambitions and my spiritual life changed. The way I look at people around me, how I looked at God and even how I looked at myself. It was a complete transformation. I learned how to pray, to ask, to seek and to knock. Before I thought calling God my father, blasphemy and a great sin. All my past and my sins were gone with the Lord Jesus on the cross. Now I am free and a new person. One thing did not go the way that I desired. When my Muslim friends did not see me at the mosque and at the school they sent two men to investigate to see what happened to me. They asked their questions and I told them I would never go to the mosque again. They reported that to the Islamic committee. They called and asked their questions. They thought that I became a Christian for social reasons. Maybe I found Christians friendlier than Muslims, or politically maybe I am angry with my Muslim brothers who chased me away from my country, or economical maybe I was in need of money. I said none of that because they believed strongly in the last reason. They brought a lot of money. I was wondering if I returned back they would give that money. I placed only one challenge to all of them. I said if any one can prove to me that this Jesus Christ that Christians worship is different from the Jesus Christ the Qur’an talked about I will come back to Islam and I do not want your money. If not I will continue to be Christian. All of them they got furious and angry. They threatened me by death if I do not change my mind. Then in October 1996, six months after my baptism, the Muslims made use of a political crisis in Zaire when some rebels were coming towards the capital, with the aid of some Rwandans. The people in Kinshasa started killing and looting the houses of the Rwandan people. They declared that I am a Rwandan man. They gathered people around the house to kill me. During the night they broke in but my fellow refugee turned off all light so they were scared to get to my room. That was the most terrible night I have ever spent in my life. I cannot compare it with my night in the arresting prison in Sudan. All night they were shouting, insulting me, and they crack their knives and machetes on the ground, promising that in the morning even the birds will not see my blood. God used a Muslim friend to transfer to me all the information. In the early morning he helped me to escape that house with only the clothes that I had on my body. Then they broke into the house in the morning and burned and looted everything I had. I have never gone back to that place. It was a miracle that I escaped alive. The United Nations wanted to take me to another place that was unknown but I refused because I had no peace to go. I started to study the Bible. The church put me in one of their guesthouses. That night God taught me how to forgive others. That was a huge change in my Christian life. I was praying to God and thanking him for taking me out of Islam and for the joyful life that I had. Then one day God called me through Jeremiah 29:14 to go back to Muslims and preach the Gospel. I was scared but I did not hesitate to do it. He opened doors as stated in Revelation 3: 7-8. I started preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ in one of the commercial radio stations. This was a 30-minute program everyday. I established an Arabic church from those who accepted Jesus Christ through my preaching and witness. My ministry through correspondence started from there. Most of the Muslims were co-merchants. They do have time in the regular days to listen to me. Then I wrote letters and through their local mail they responded to me. God put it in my heart just as a dream. Everyone was laughing at me. They said it is impossible to realize it, because there was no advanced technology in the Congo as I described in my writing. I wrote a book in French called, “Evangelism and Mission with Muslims, Approach and Strategy”. Then I came to Canada to do my Master’s Degree. I was doing this ministry of answering letters. I have another fellow brother from Egypt. He does television and radio programs and writes a magazine. I asked him to forward to me the people who contact him. I worked to pay all my expenses. The ministry expanded with many conversions. Then a Christian organization decided to join this work. They asked me if they could consider me one of their staff members. I started working officially in May 2000. The dream came true. I PRAISE GOD. HE IS ALWAYS FAITHFUL…HE PROMISE, REALIZE AND ACCOMPLISH HIS PROMISES. Those are just some outlines of my story. My family who live in the Sudan did not reject me. I praise God for he has answered my prayers. I prayed a lot for my mom and my younger brother, so that they would not get angry with me. Still my brother bring some issues to discuss but with respect. I do not see any danger. I always see God's grace upon all events either with my family or my friends.
 
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