Saudi Prince Dies in Shooting But then Jesus DID THIS and SHOWED HIM THE TRUTH
My name is Prince Abdullah al-Rashid. I am 42 years old, and on September 22nd, 2018, I experienced a life-changing event that many would consider impossible. I died for exactly 72 hours after being shot three times during an assassination attempt in Riyadh. What happened during those three days reshaped my understanding of God, life, and eternity.
A Life of Privilege and Emptiness
I was born into the old Rashid royal family, third in line to one of Saudi Arabia’s most powerful dynasties. My childhood was spent in lavish palaces, surrounded by luxurious marble floors and servants who anticipated my every need. By the time I turned 30, I controlled billions in oil investments and international business dealings that spanned from London to Singapore.
Yet, despite this wealth and power, I lived with a profound spiritual emptiness. My Islamic upbringing was strict and devout. I performed the five daily prayers without fail, memorized significant portions of the Quran, and completed the Hajj pilgrimage to Makkah three times. I fasted during Ramadan, genuinely devoted to my faith. But if I’m honest, these rituals had become mechanical. I went through the motions of worship while my heart remained distant from Allah.
The Seeds of Doubt
As I grew older, a restlessness began to creep into my spirit. Questions arose during my prayers, but I buried them, fearing that doubt was a sign of weakness. I tried to be more devout, thinking that increased religious observance would fill the void, but it didn’t. I felt like I was merely existing, not truly living.
One night, unable to sleep, I knelt on my prayer mat, reciting the words I had memorized. Yet, they felt heavy, like stones in my mouth. I was searching for peace, but instead, I found silence.
Months passed, and I became increasingly troubled. A chance encounter with a foreign worker at a shop sparked curiosity within me—a curiosity for the peace he carried. As I observed him, I wondered what he had that I lacked. This thought haunted me.
The Forbidden Search
One fateful day, while waiting for my car to be repaired, I found myself browsing the internet. What started as innocent research led me down a dangerous path—reading about Christianity. Anger surged within me at first; how could I betray my faith? But the more I read, the more I felt drawn to the message of Jesus.
The concept of grace—unearned and freely given—resonated deeply. For years, I had tried to earn Allah’s favor through strict adherence to rituals, but the fear of never being enough gnawed at my heart. I began questioning everything I had been taught.
An Ordinary Day Turns Extraordinary
September 22nd began like any other day. I had scheduled a high-stakes business meeting in Riyadh’s financial district to discuss a massive oil pipeline deal. Despite warnings from my security team about political tensions, I dismissed their concerns. I should have listened.
During the meeting, everything changed in an instant. Three masked gunmen burst into the conference room, their AK-47s raised. The first bullet hit my left shoulder, spinning me around. The second pierced my right lung, and I tasted blood filling my mouth. The third bullet struck above my heart, sealing my fate as I collapsed to the floor.
In those final moments, I recited the shahada, our Islamic declaration of faith, believing these would be my last words. As my vision began to fade, I felt my soul separating from my body, floating above the chaos.
A Journey Beyond
I watched paramedics arrive, frantically trying to revive my lifeless form. I followed my body to the hospital, witnessing the desperate attempts to restart my heart. But at 3:47 p.m., the lead doctor pronounced me dead. As they covered my face with a white sheet, I felt a strange sense of peace.
Suddenly, I sensed a presence drawing me upward into a tunnel of golden light. As I moved through this tunnel, I encountered a figure radiating love and compassion—Jesus Christ. His scars were unmistakable, and in that moment, everything I had been taught shattered. This was the living God, not merely a prophet.
The Revelation
Jesus spoke to me with a gentleness that melted my fear. “You were always my beloved son,” He said, revealing that I had been seeking Him all along. I fell to my knees before Him, overwhelmed by His presence. For the first time, I felt unconditional love, not based on my performance or rituals but simply because I existed.
As He showed me scenes from my life, I witnessed moments of missed opportunities to help others, moments where I prioritized wealth over compassion. I realized that my religious observance had become a performance rather than a genuine relationship with God. Jesus revealed that He had always been with me, guiding me even when I didn’t recognize Him.
The Choice
Then came the moment of choice. Jesus offered me the opportunity to stay in paradise, to live in perfect peace forever. But He also revealed that my family needed me. There were countless Saudis whose hearts were prepared to receive the gospel, and I was being called to return to share His love with them.
The weight of this decision was overwhelming. I could remain in paradise, free from pain and suffering, or return to a world where my faith would lead to persecution and possible death. But I knew that my calling was clear. I whispered, “Yes, Lord. I’ll go back.”
Back to Life
Suddenly, I felt a jolt as my spirit re-entered my body. The pain was excruciating, but I was alive. I awoke in the hospital morgue, startling a young attendant who fainted at the sight of me. Doctors who had pronounced me dead rushed in, unable to explain my miraculous survival. My body bore the scars of the bullets, but I was alive, and my heart was healed.
The Aftermath
My family was overwhelmed with joy and confusion. My mother collapsed in tears, believing it was a miracle of Allah. But my wife, Amira, noticed something different about me. My eyes reflected a profound change—a transformation that came from my encounter with Jesus.
Despite the joy of being reunited with my family, the reality of my conversion weighed heavily on me. I had publicly declared my faith in Jesus, and the consequences would be severe. My father disowned me, and my wife faced immense pressure to leave me. I was now a marked man in a country where apostasy could lead to death.
A New Mission
As I navigated the challenges of my new life, I felt a calling to share my story. I began speaking to underground churches and groups of believers who understood the risks of following Christ in a Muslim-majority country. Together, we formed a network of support, helping others who were seeking the truth.
I became an advocate for secret believers, providing encouragement and resources to those who were living in fear. The scars on my body became a testimony to the power of Jesus, a reminder of the fire that could not consume me.
The Power of Testimony
Now, I share my story not for my glory but to testify to the power of Jesus Christ. My scars are reminders of the fire, but they are also symbols of hope. I am living proof that God can bring beauty from ashes, that He can turn despair into purpose.
To those who are suffering for their faith, know that you are not alone. Jesus is with you in the fire. He sees your pain, your struggle, and He offers you love and grace. You may face persecution, but remember that He has already overcome the world.
To those searching for truth, I urge you to explore the message of Jesus. He offers a love that is unconditional and a relationship that transforms lives. You don’t have to earn His favor; you simply need to believe.
Conclusion
Today, I live with a purpose beyond myself. I have traded a temporary kingdom for an eternal one. 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 reflect on my journey, I am reminded that the fire could not consume me because God had more for me to do. I am a walking miracle, a living testimony to the power of Jesus Christ. And I will spend every day I have left making sure people know what He did for me.
So, I ask you, what will you do with this testimony? Will you seek the truth? Will you choose Jesus? The decision is yours, and I pray you choose wisely.
This narrative captures the dramatic and transformative journey of Prince Abdullah, highlighting themes of faith, resilience, and the miraculous power of Jesus. If you need any adjustments or a different focus, just let me know!
