A Story from a Somali Christian sister

Hello, dear brothers and sisters in Christ. I have so much to share with you! If I talked about my story I guess it would have to include the start. That means I would have to write about my parents background first, each story by its own! Because that’s where it all started! My parents converted to Christianity before they had me, in Somalia. Now being a Somali Christian was not, and still is not, the easiest thing to be. My father got killed before I could remember his face.

Persecution and new names and identities became my lifestyle for the last 19 years of my life. I will not share every detail here, but yes I have been through a painful life until Christ came to my rescue. Jesus was always there for me, He had been asking me to let Him inside my heart. Instead I was angry and frustated at my parents for turning to such a tough religion. I was thinking, why on earth would they choose death? What is so exciting about being stoned to death if caught for being a Somali Christian? Why take the risk? And if God was so Great why would they let his people suffer?

When I was about 11 my mother left us, me and my youngers. She went abroad to one of the Scandinavian countries. She was gone for a few years. I remember that those years were the worst I ever went through! Mother was always absent from my life even when she lived with us. Since my father was not alive she had to work and make sure we had enough food, clothes and a roof over the head. But still I felt a little more safe when she was around. For then my stepfather would not do what he did to me when she was gone! And when she left me with him, hmm well he did whatever he wanted. I know that I was not the only girl to be beaten up, its very normal in Africa to beat your child when they misbehave (even though God is my witness I have tried the very best I could to do right and still did not succeed for he would beat me up every night). But I really hope that I was the only girl in my family to be physically touched by her step father!

Now in those days, I started to pray properly as a muslim girl. I would wake up at midnight for salatul layl and pray to Allah and ask him to help me. Just hoping and praying that stepfather would stop harming me the way he was. That’s when I started having this dream!

I dreamed that I was walking around lots of monkeys, who wore clothes like humans… I walked and walked, and still there was no sight of another human being, just me! I tried to communicate with these monkeys and I could see that they were also trying to tell me something, but I could not understand them. I continued walking and walking until a Man came towards me. He wore white clothes. I could not see his face because of the light that was set on him. He came closer and said to me “find your faith, it’s your faith that left you human!”

I remember waking up, and looking around my sides where my youngers laid. What a weird dream I thought and went back to sleep. I had the same dream for a whole week every night. At the start I thought it was just a stupid dream, but the dream came to me every night. I asked myself this. “What faith is the Man talking about? I am already praying as a muslim, does not that count?!”
Finally I decided to look for the old Bible my mother left, which was hidden well inside somewhere in our clothes. I found it and opened it, there I saw the Bible verses that my mother used to read for us. Psalm 23!

Psalm 23 :1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul. He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.

I cried out to my Lord after reading this! “God, if you are really here, please let me feel your nearth, God help me, help us” I did not say anything more… just cried myself to bed… I had to hide the Bible again in case stepfather came back home early. The next morning stepfater was Gone! Halellujah, he just disappeared without saying anything! Later on we found out that he left for a city 10 hours by bus from the Town we lived in. Even though he came back to us after many months, he never laid a hand on me, and whenever he wanted to do something evil to me something always happend that stoped him!

You see, my brothers and sisters in Christ, Jesus rescued me. He gave me back hope, and reason to live. He took out the anger and fear that I carried for so long in my heart, and filled me with this unexplainable Joy! Oh He made me Glad… Yes He did and still does!

Jesus is indeed the Answer for the world.

Give it a try walalo, let Him in and see the wonders He can do. You won’t loose anything by giving Him a chance, but get an eternal life guaranteed, joy here while you walk on this earth and eternal life hereafter.

xasus now walalo inuu Cise Masix ku jecelyahay:)

Jesus Loves You*

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