Those who are called by God or whom God has sealed, no matter who plots evil, no matter who plans or tries to implement his wicked plot, my God will not allow it to happen as they are the children of God. But my father did not keep quiet. I came back home and lived with the same man of God's family. A few days later we were in our family prayer and we experienced the mighty anointing of God. At that time we heard some commotion outside the house. We tried to figure out what that was?
A group of youngsters who are in the habit of disturbing prayer meetings had come to create trouble here also. My father had secretly befriended them giving them money and had deputed them to work on his behalf and to fulfill his plot. We did not have any information about this because my father had done it secretly as he could not do it openly. They created an uproar there and spread suspicious news falsely saying, "these people do illegal acts here. One young girl is involved whose whereabouts as to who she is, from where she came, etc, are not known." They demanded and shouted saying that I should be sent out.
This happened daily and because of the disturbance, the residents of the colony filed a complaint to the village administrator. The village president came to inquire. He asked questions, "from where this girl is? who is she? what is her address? what type of girl is she? Then he asked me in a derogatory manner, "Why are you staying here? Don't you have your home? Why can't you go there? The residents of the colony said, "Either you move out of this place or send this girl to her house or to any orphanages etc. We don't want this problem to continue and disturb the atmosphere here.
That night while praying, I asked God, "How much more suffering I have to endure for your name? How long will this suffering be? I do not have any desire to live, I want to die as soon as possible. Can you not take me, Lord? When I prayed like that, suddenly God spoke to me and said, "Be quiet and know I am God."
Today God wants us to keep quiet and know that He is God. If we work depending on our strength, on our wisdom, on our understanding or in our own way, God cannot work for us. He will not come down to help us. But we have to remain quiet and calm and patiently face that problem, bearing it and carrying it. From my own experience I can conclusively say that then God will come down revealing His presence, His strength, and His power.
Then God said, "thousands will fall at your left side, ten thousand would fall at your right side but they will not come near you. Then I felt that thousands and ten thousand who will come to harm me but the presence of God will be with me which would scatter them on my both sides. Thus I was courageous. I was shifted to another place. When the same problem was repeated in that place also, nobody came forward to support me and to settle the matter. Instead of helping me, those who were supposed to be beloved to me came into agreement with my father. Those on whom I had kept my confidence contacted my father. Because of the influence of my father, or because of the instigation of the demonic forces which wanted me not to rise up, which wanted to completely destroy and make me ineffective, they turned against me. They contacted my father and they succumbed to the temptation of the reward my father had promised and they came ready to catch me and take me back to him.
They came with a vehicle and said, "your father will not give you any trouble. There is no problem in going to him. He wants you to go to him. It is painful for them that you suffer like this here. They are worried about you." The people around that place also advised me insisting on my going to my father saying, "why should you live here like this suffering injustice for the crime you have not committed?
They tried to drag me and push me into the vehicle. Then I said, "I shall come with you, but let me take one moment to pray." I entered my room and prayed kneeling on my knees. While praying, Holy Spirit inspired me to read Isaiah 43rd chapter verses 2 and downward. I read that portion. which says, " When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you."
Then I thought, "I will have to face problems like waters and rivers but God will be with me."
My father said goodbye to those who brought me to my home, sent them away and came back. I was standing in front of the house not entering inside the house because, while viewing the whole ground in front of me, I remembered how I shed my blood all over that ground and left the place, in fact, I was driven out from there, thinking, "Now Lord, still what kind of catastrophe is going to happen to me?"
My father saw me standing outside. (If the neighbors notice, my father would be in trouble as he had brought me secretly.) So my father said in anger, "Are you standing here to show yourself to the neighbors?" Saying this, he caught hold of my hair and pushed me to go inside the house saying, 'go inside' While being pushed, I struck against the wall and fell down. When I called 'Jesus' he came running, trampled on my mouth closing my mouth with his foot and said, "Don't call this Jesus hereafter. If He is God, if He is as powerful as you say, He would not have allowed you to be brought here. So forget about Him.
Then my father informed the people of the Mosque and tried to arrange my marriage. I told my father, "Twice you made arrangements for my marriage spending so much money, but the marriage did not happen because my God did not like it. So I believe that if God has kept a marriage for me, then He will prepare a man who will be of help in my ministry for God's work. Otherwise, I will not marry a Muslim priest."
Hearing this, my father became very angry. Then a lot of striking, pulling and pushing took place between us and every time my father continued to say, "oh, yea, I will allow you to marry a Christian, maybe if you go to court, the court may make arrangements for your marriage... Like that if you marry a Christian and harami children are born who will be going against Islam, those Christian children bringing about the curse being heaped and ever increasing in my family from generation to generation which I cannot allow. Saying this he kicked me repeatedly with his legs and I was in great pain. I felt a terrible pain in my stomach and I fell down unconscious. What happened after that was what I learned from my parents and from some other people and not from my memory.
When I fell down unconscious, they looked at me and thought that I had died because blood from my body had spread out in the whole room. When they looked they saw my womb was disordered because of my father's repeated kicking in my stomach. My father got afraid because if people come to know that I had died, police will arrest him. He told my mother not to scream, bound her mouth with a cloth and kept her tied up in the room. He took my brothers from school to relative's house because he feared that as my brothers were small kids they may let out the secret. He locked the room from outside. He had already told everyone that they were going on vacation.
They remained inside the house. By that time it was night. My father cleaned the room wiping away all the blood. He put my body in a sack, took it to the river called Ithikkara, which flows by the side of the house, dumped there, and returned back.
A group of youngsters who are in the habit of disturbing prayer meetings had come to create trouble here also. My father had secretly befriended them giving them money and had deputed them to work on his behalf and to fulfill his plot. We did not have any information about this because my father had done it secretly as he could not do it openly. They created an uproar there and spread suspicious news falsely saying, "these people do illegal acts here. One young girl is involved whose whereabouts as to who she is, from where she came, etc, are not known." They demanded and shouted saying that I should be sent out.
This happened daily and because of the disturbance, the residents of the colony filed a complaint to the village administrator. The village president came to inquire. He asked questions, "from where this girl is? who is she? what is her address? what type of girl is she? Then he asked me in a derogatory manner, "Why are you staying here? Don't you have your home? Why can't you go there? The residents of the colony said, "Either you move out of this place or send this girl to her house or to any orphanages etc. We don't want this problem to continue and disturb the atmosphere here.
That night while praying, I asked God, "How much more suffering I have to endure for your name? How long will this suffering be? I do not have any desire to live, I want to die as soon as possible. Can you not take me, Lord? When I prayed like that, suddenly God spoke to me and said, "Be quiet and know I am God."
Today God wants us to keep quiet and know that He is God. If we work depending on our strength, on our wisdom, on our understanding or in our own way, God cannot work for us. He will not come down to help us. But we have to remain quiet and calm and patiently face that problem, bearing it and carrying it. From my own experience I can conclusively say that then God will come down revealing His presence, His strength, and His power.
Then God said, "thousands will fall at your left side, ten thousand would fall at your right side but they will not come near you. Then I felt that thousands and ten thousand who will come to harm me but the presence of God will be with me which would scatter them on my both sides. Thus I was courageous. I was shifted to another place. When the same problem was repeated in that place also, nobody came forward to support me and to settle the matter. Instead of helping me, those who were supposed to be beloved to me came into agreement with my father. Those on whom I had kept my confidence contacted my father. Because of the influence of my father, or because of the instigation of the demonic forces which wanted me not to rise up, which wanted to completely destroy and make me ineffective, they turned against me. They contacted my father and they succumbed to the temptation of the reward my father had promised and they came ready to catch me and take me back to him.
They came with a vehicle and said, "your father will not give you any trouble. There is no problem in going to him. He wants you to go to him. It is painful for them that you suffer like this here. They are worried about you." The people around that place also advised me insisting on my going to my father saying, "why should you live here like this suffering injustice for the crime you have not committed?
They tried to drag me and push me into the vehicle. Then I said, "I shall come with you, but let me take one moment to pray." I entered my room and prayed kneeling on my knees. While praying, Holy Spirit inspired me to read Isaiah 43rd chapter verses 2 and downward. I read that portion. which says, " When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you."
Then I thought, "I will have to face problems like waters and rivers but God will be with me."
My father said goodbye to those who brought me to my home, sent them away and came back. I was standing in front of the house not entering inside the house because, while viewing the whole ground in front of me, I remembered how I shed my blood all over that ground and left the place, in fact, I was driven out from there, thinking, "Now Lord, still what kind of catastrophe is going to happen to me?"
My father saw me standing outside. (If the neighbors notice, my father would be in trouble as he had brought me secretly.) So my father said in anger, "Are you standing here to show yourself to the neighbors?" Saying this, he caught hold of my hair and pushed me to go inside the house saying, 'go inside' While being pushed, I struck against the wall and fell down. When I called 'Jesus' he came running, trampled on my mouth closing my mouth with his foot and said, "Don't call this Jesus hereafter. If He is God, if He is as powerful as you say, He would not have allowed you to be brought here. So forget about Him.
Then my father informed the people of the Mosque and tried to arrange my marriage. I told my father, "Twice you made arrangements for my marriage spending so much money, but the marriage did not happen because my God did not like it. So I believe that if God has kept a marriage for me, then He will prepare a man who will be of help in my ministry for God's work. Otherwise, I will not marry a Muslim priest."
Hearing this, my father became very angry. Then a lot of striking, pulling and pushing took place between us and every time my father continued to say, "oh, yea, I will allow you to marry a Christian, maybe if you go to court, the court may make arrangements for your marriage... Like that if you marry a Christian and harami children are born who will be going against Islam, those Christian children bringing about the curse being heaped and ever increasing in my family from generation to generation which I cannot allow. Saying this he kicked me repeatedly with his legs and I was in great pain. I felt a terrible pain in my stomach and I fell down unconscious. What happened after that was what I learned from my parents and from some other people and not from my memory.
When I fell down unconscious, they looked at me and thought that I had died because blood from my body had spread out in the whole room. When they looked they saw my womb was disordered because of my father's repeated kicking in my stomach. My father got afraid because if people come to know that I had died, police will arrest him. He told my mother not to scream, bound her mouth with a cloth and kept her tied up in the room. He took my brothers from school to relative's house because he feared that as my brothers were small kids they may let out the secret. He locked the room from outside. He had already told everyone that they were going on vacation.
They remained inside the house. By that time it was night. My father cleaned the room wiping away all the blood. He put my body in a sack, took it to the river called Ithikkara, which flows by the side of the house, dumped there, and returned back.
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