Testimony of Nazeela Beevi - Part 11

My father went back and as I laid on the road outside of my home, nobody was there to see me also my voice was not coming out of my mouth because my father hurt my neck while he was trying to kill me. I felt as if I had internal injury in my neck. My tongue was dried up and I longed that someone could give me little water. My both ears had lost hearing power to hear any voice except echoing sound. Because of the repetitive beating on my ears there was no ability to hear any voice except an echoing sound. Because of broken bones in my legs and hands there was severe pain and numbness which I could feel even in my brain. The pain was so unbearable that at times I felt losing my consciousness and I felt dizzy at times.

Then I began to think, how big the pain and sufferings my Jesus had to endure. As I began to think like that, at the very moment His agony on the cross, all the sufferings and pain came in front of me. In the streets of Jerusalem, bearing a cross on His back, beaten up by the soldiers, falling down and getting more beatings to make Him stand, again beaten up when he falls down, He stands up by receiving beatings, again falls down, again stands up and again falls down, like this He was dragging the cross and was like a broken bread He was breaking down. His blood was shedding again and again and He was dragging Himself with the cross on Him, yet He could say to those women who were weeping, "O daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me but weep for your children.." In the moments of agony and pain, this scene of Jesus was revealed to me in my heart.

There was a moment when I saw glorious and beautiful Jesus in my prayer room but now in the midst of my troubles His agonizing and distorted figure who was about to be crucified and His blood was falling from different parts of His body, blood was clotted in some places and His hairs of beard were pulled apart from here and there, that scene came in front of me. When I saw that distorted figure of Jesus when He was about to be crucified, a life began to surge through in to my spirit. The
reason is that because of His sacrifice on the cross He gave eternal life to this world and His presence came in my spirit as a new life.

Then in my heart I realized that Jesus was faithful until death, He died on the cross, redeemed people, crushed the head of devil and on the third day He rose up and fulfilled His work on the cross and risen again then there is a resurrection for me. My heart came to this assurance that I will complete the work which God has given me. God has given me the responsibility to go to different parts of the world where He sends me and reveal that Jesus is God.

So I dragged myself forward. As I was dragging myself, I saw a house and a telephone booth nearby. I entered in the telephone booth and called the Pastor's daughter. This is the same Pastor's daughter of the congregation where I spent ten days. She had heard from God so she taught me how to telephone her and told me if you are in any danger please call and let us know. So they came and took me in their car.

That day itself my father's priestly post was gone because he was removed from being Muslim Priest. After that he never became a Muslim Priest. My household was in trouble because half of the property which was in my name was given to Mosque. So people from Mosque asked to perform rights of after death for me. When a Muslim dies then 3rd day and 40th day were observed as mourning days. So my father performed all these rituals and by doing this, he erased all the evidence that I am alive. Though he did all these things yet people in my Mosque had no peace. They told my father that if he needs their help then he should find out where am I and bring me back. She should not be allowed to live
specially with Christian. She should not be allowed because she is going to speak against us and against Islam. She will preach or Christians will make her to preach against Islam.

But let me tell you my friend that God has separated me and gave me privilege not to speak against Islam but to bring those who are perishing to the way of eternal life.

So my father started to seek me. My father came to know that I had called from the telephone booth and he came to know that where I was staying and because of that those who were looking after me could not take me to the hospital but they hid me secretly and they themselves bound my wounds. so my wounds could not get healed properly. My broken bones stayed broken.

One day they heard the news that my family would be here so they took me to the home of another servant of God. There also my family came so they moved me to another believer's house. They moved me again to one another home. Like this they were keep moving me from one home to another home
by changing my name, my dress and secretly, hiding and moving me in the evenings and in the nights when nobody could see me. And they took care of me. But it was a great mental stress for me. Some times I stayed in one place for two days, and in another place for a week and in another place three months.

When I start to live with a family and just start getting to adjust with their lifestyle, I would be moved to another place. When I get accustomed with second family, I would be moved again. A great and
unbearable mental pain filled my soul because of all these things. Yet in those moments also God's presence was with me.