All language subtitles for EN_Untitled+Projectf

I grew up in a Muslim house family, very much obedient to the Muslim faith.

When I was five, went to school, the same time went to the mosque, and I've been taught all about Islam.

When I think about Allah, god.

I did not see him as this wonderful God to create her.

That are loving care of all people in all Creation.

I saw him as this big, giant guy that's ready to crash me.

I couldn't see myself going to heaven, not according to the Koran. And all that teaching.

I couldn't weigh my good deed against my bad deeds and still see myself winning.

Outweighing the bad deeds, though, no way I asked myself those questions.

Where did my spiritual life go Where is God Now, what does he look at me and sees, what does he see when he sees me?

What must he be thinking?

Am I totally cut off from him because of all the things that I committed is that way back How can I get back.

One day, I was offered a place to live with these Christian people, and I took the opportunity. The Christian family, I moved in with.

Had love for me.

At first sight, I thought they were just pretending they were really good actors.

And sooner or later, I'm going to find out the truth is going to come out.

Then I found out the love that is shared between them as a family was extended to me.

And it wasn't merely a natural love, as we call it aeros or philios.

But it was a love that they proclaim, it was from God.

And I couldn't believe that, how can God give them something that he didn't give me What do they have so precious that I don't.

I saw in their lives the commitment that I didn't have.

I saw how the father of their family wake up early morning goes to work until at night.

When he comes back, they reunite. They unite around the table and they hold hands and they pray.

Or ask the children to sing a song to bless the food.

I saw how he never raised his voice upon his wife or children. I saw how they spoke and the place of the woman.

How she is honored.

She had a voice to speak.

She had really wonderful things to teach those children, and when she spoke, she made sense. She was intelligent, educated,

I was faced with a man that would sit with his children and read them Bible.

And ask them questions at the end. Then they held hands and they prayed.

I was astonished by this discovery, to me, to my spiritual life. It was a light that shared on me.

So I asked the question.

And as I hear this, christian people add saying to me, you need to save you.

They say we have the remedy for use disease, for your sickness.

And that's when I started asking questions. So I went back to the Koran.

One day, I was given two, three, four volumes of a man, his name say it quoted.

So if Kotub, he is the man that translated the Koran.

As I read, I found that every reference he had to almost every reference was leading to the Bible.

He referred to John.

They apostle, he refer to Appal. He refer to.

And that's when my questions start raising again. I say, why.

We Muslims believe that the Bible is corrupted, and we don't take it in account, as of true statements in it.

Why is this man referring to it to enhance his explanation of the Koran?

They also shed a light in my mind, I'm saying.

This man is a glorious man in the Muslim world, everybody respect him, and he is referring to the Bible.

As a point of the thorough, that means it's really deep down true.

The next thing one day, I went out to the woods where I lived at eleven at night.

As I cut down on my knees, I looked up.

I looked up to the sky, and I say, god.

If you truly up there, I don't need to go, as you came to Moses and spoke to him.

And to Jesus and to everyone of the prophets, I want you speak to me directly.

I want to show yourself to me, and this is my genuine question.

Lo behold, thirty days went by.

The day I was moving out of that Christian home.

I had mentioned to them on a Saturday, I am.

Going to get my check on Monday out of the company I worked for and moving back where I came from.

I don't think I'm gonna follow you guys. I don't think I'm gonna be Christian, it's not me, I'm Muslim, I'm Arab.

I will die Muslim and die in Arab, and that's all I care for, and left it that way.

Nevertheless, monday came.

This lady that shared her heart in the gospel with me, she had the habit of throwing tapes in my car radio.

I drove that Monday at two o'clock, and as I am driving.

A tape started, and usually I take those tape and throw them in the back seat.

And sometimes I listened to them, but I never had the man speaking in that tape. I felt him directly speaking to me that time.

And all he mentioned, he said, you want the love of God.

And I just start weeping. I say, yes, I wonder.

As love of God, I need that love of God, if I know.

I can give my life for their love of God. If I know that this God.

That I believe in will love me regardless to how many scenes I committed, and he would wash all of them away and take them.

I'm glad to be a servant.

I went back to my Christian home that evening.

I did not tell them anything, but they saw me as I came in, and they've never seen me cry with you.

That day, they understood something I did not understand. They hugged me and cried with me from ten thirty till two.

Sunday came and I went to the church.

I never forget that time went to the church, and I stand up, the passer.

Look at the congregation, and he said, we have a brother here want to share something with you.

I got up.

I didn't share with you with them, as I shared with you, I had no clue what was going on. All I said Now.

I believe in your Jesus.

He's a truly savior, he gave me peace, he took my sins away, and I believe it in, deep down.

And I just wept. I look up, the whole congregation was weeping.

And one day, the sister that led me to Lord with her husband.

Her brother died, and I went to their food funeral.

And after the funeral, they had a gathering to feed the people, the strangers, the people that coming from.

You know.

I walked to the reception afterwards.

And people start lighting up and coming to me.

They shake my head, they said, we must be T-J.

I say yes. They give me a hug. They whisper, I've been paid for you.

After five and ten people, too many people saying that to me, I knew.

God did not save me because of me, but because of the prayers of those people.

Six months later, I was in Bible University. Two years later.

I was serving the lord, and I'm still serving the Lord. I went to the mosque when I used to pray, you know,

And I looked at the Muslims and I saw what they are struggling with.

Mainly doing what they are supposed to do, what they are taught to do, duty after duty.

Nothing comes from the heart. There is nothing to change that heart.

You can't give love when you don't have it. You can't have peace and give it and share it when you don't know what peace me.

And yet you say, a sala moleco, peace be upon you all the time. And yet there is no peace in the heart to care.

If the Muslim world will open their mind to just read without any.

Without any judgment.

They will, I promise you, millions of Muslims will believe in.

I believe I am Muslim, meaning I am submissive. Islam means submission.

And being Muslim means submissive. Yes. I am Muslim, but to the Lord, jesus, to Allah, through Jesus.

That's why I am.

I learned the piece of Miss Islam that Islam calls peace.

Peace upon you until you disagree with me, peace upon you until you disobey me. Peace upon you until.

Something goes wrong, or you do something wrong, or you say, then there is no peace.

If I choose not to follow this religion, islam, therefore, I'm in a past state, and there is no peace.

True piece of Jesus does not come that way. True piece is not sold or a bart.

The Lord Jesus gave it freely on the cross.

And he said, my peace, I give to you.

And no other piece, nobody can stand beside that, or nobody can take that away from.

Oh, sorry.

No,