190 Fallen Angels Craters Found❗❗😱 Bible Is Real..
My name is Rizswan, and I am 34 years old. What I am about to share with you is a story of transformation, danger, and divine intervention. On August 23rd, 2019, I was set on fire by my own family for reading the Bible. I should have died that night, but Jesus Christ had other plans for my life.
A Life of Luxury and Spiritual Emptiness
Born into the Saudi royal family, I was the third in line to inherit a vast fortune. My childhood was spent in a palace with 200 rooms, marble floors imported from Italy, and chandeliers from France. My father spared no expense in creating what he called our family’s spiritual sanctuary. Surrounded by luxury, I was expected to embody the ideals of our Islamic faith.
By age 12, I had memorized the entire Quran in Arabic. My father proudly referred to me as his spiritual heir, grooming me to become a religious leader. I participated in the Hajj pilgrimage to Mecca multiple times, led prayers, and was celebrated for my devoutness. Yet, beneath this gilded exterior, I felt an overwhelming emptiness.
The Struggle Within
Despite my outward devotion, I felt spiritually impoverished. The prayers I recited felt mechanical, devoid of the connection I longed for. During quiet moments in my private mosque, I wondered why my heart felt so cold. I performed the five daily prayers, fasted during Ramadan, and gave generously to charity, but none of these rituals filled the void inside me.
As I approached adulthood, the questions began to gnaw at me. Why did my prayers feel empty? Why was I going through the motions while feeling so spiritually distant? I observed contradictions in our teachings—talking about caring for the poor while living in unimaginable luxury. I felt like an actor in a play, performing a role I didn’t fully understand.
A Dangerous Encounter
In March 2019, I traveled to London with my father for business meetings. There, I met Richard, a British businessman who would change my life forever. Unlike others, he was genuinely interested in me as a person. During a dinner conversation, he leaned in and asked, “Prince, do you ever wonder if there’s more to God than what you’ve been taught?”
His question struck me like lightning. I had never considered that there might be more to my faith. Over the next few days, Richard and I met for coffee, discussing faith, spirituality, and the concept of a personal relationship with God. He spoke of Jesus not as a distant figure, but as a friend who loves us intimately.
As our conversations deepened, I felt a stirring within me. I began to question everything I had been taught about Islam and Jesus. By the end of the trip, Richard had given me an Arabic Bible, urging me to explore its teachings. I knew possessing it was dangerous, but I couldn’t ignore the hunger for truth that had been awakened in my heart.
The Discovery
Back in Riyadh, I began reading the Bible in secret, late at night when the palace was quiet. Each verse I read about Jesus filled me with a sense of peace I had never known. I prayed to Him, asking if He was real and if He truly loved me. The more I read, the more I felt drawn to this man who offered unconditional love and grace.
Yet, I was terrified. I knew that my family would never accept my newfound faith. The risk of being discovered weighed heavily on me, but I felt compelled to continue my search for truth.
The Night of Betrayal
On August 23rd, everything changed. After a day filled with routine family interactions, I returned to my room to continue reading my Bible. My sister accidentally discovered it while borrowing a pen from my desk. In a panic, she rushed to tell our father, and within moments, my life spiraled into chaos.
That night, my father, uncle, and two religious advisers confronted me. The atmosphere was thick with tension. My father held the Bible like a weapon, demanding I renounce my faith. When I refused, declaring that I could not burn what had given me peace, the situation escalated.
My uncle produced a container of gasoline, and as the chanting began, I realized they were prepared to kill me for my beliefs. My mother pleaded for my life, but her cries fell on deaf ears. I was surrounded by those who had once loved me, now turned against me for choosing Jesus.
The Fire
As the gasoline soaked into my robes, I felt a wave of terror wash over me. I was pushed toward the flames of the fireplace, and in an instant, I was engulfed in fire. The pain was indescribable. I screamed as my body burned, but in that moment of agony, I cried out to Jesus, “If you’re real, save me!”
Then, something miraculous happened. A wind swept through the room, extinguishing the flames in an instant. The presence of God enveloped me, and I felt peace wash over me. I was alive, and the fire had vanished.
The Aftermath
The shock in the room was palpable. My father and the advisers stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. I was alive, but the reality of my conversion was now undeniable. The religious authorities declared me an apostate, and my father disowned me, stripping me of my title and inheritance.
Within hours, I was forced to flee Saudi Arabia, leaving behind everything I had ever known. My mother’s tearful goodbye and my sister’s fearful gaze haunted me as I left the palace for good. I was now a man without a country, without a family, but with a newfound faith that gave me strength.
A New Beginning
In Jordan, I found refuge among fellow believers who welcomed me with open arms. For the first time in my life, I could openly worship Jesus without fear. I began to share my story with others, helping fellow Muslims who were seeking the truth. My scars became a testimony to the power of God’s love and intervention.
As I navigated this new life, I felt a calling to reach out to others who were struggling with their faith. I established an underground ministry, connecting with secret believers throughout the region. Together, we shared the gospel, baptized new converts, and supported one another in our faith journeys.
The Power of Testimony
Today, I stand before you not just as a former prince but as a living testament to the transformative power of Jesus Christ. My life has been irrevocably changed, not just by the fire that should have consumed me but by the love that saved me.
I ask you to consider your own relationship with God. Are you living in the fullness of His love? Are you willing to seek the truth, even if it challenges everything you have been taught? Jesus is waiting for you, just as He was waiting for me in my darkest moment.
Conclusion
The journey from death to destiny has not been easy, but it has been worth every sacrifice. I have lost much, but I have gained far more in my relationship with Christ. The peace and joy I experience daily far exceed any earthly pleasure I once knew as a prince.
As I share my story, I hope to inspire others to seek the truth and embrace the love of Jesus. He is real, and He is worth everything. If He can save a prince from the flames, He can save you too.
So, I urge you to reflect on your own life. What would you risk everything for? The answer may lead you to the most profound journey of your life.
