My name is Kedija (pseudonym). I was born to a Muslim family in the late 70s. My father is an Imam in a very big and renowned mosque in the community where we live. He has been to Mecca five times to perform Hajj. He has three wives, and my mother is the second wife. My parents never compromised their faith in Islam. They would stop at nothing to disown any of their children if they attempted to go to church or become a Christ follower.
In 2016, I fell sick and got paralyzed. My father took me to the hospital where I was diagnosed with different kinds of complicated sicknesses including enlargement of the heart. It was a very complex situation for me to understand. I took both medical and traditional treatments, but none of them helped to cure me. My family abandoned me; there was usually no one to attend to me whenever I needed attention. Of course, the father of my two children had left me even before I got sick. I was considered a burden to them and the best option my mother found was to send me to the village to her elder sister so that they could get rid of me.
But as God could have it, my childhood friend by the name of Hawa (pseudonym), who has become a follower of Jesus, visited me and prayed with me. That night, when I went to bed, I saw in my dream a man dressed in white stretching his hand towards me. He asked me to walk to him. As soon as I wanted to get up, I woke up from my sleep. When I explained the dream to my friend, she told me Jesus was ready to deliver me. She invited her pastor to join hands with her to pray for me. To God be the glory, I have been able to walk on my legs.
I have given my life to Jesus. I am very proud of my decision because I have found power in the name of Jesus alone.
Consequent to my decision to follow Jesus, I was asked by my father to leave his house. I was in total shock because my expectation was that they should understand that it was through Jesus I had received mercy for my healing and had gained strength to be on my legs again.
Well, I was determined to follow Jesus, so I left his house. I currently stay with my friend Hawa, whose life has inspired me to be steadfast in the Lord. My joy has been complete because Jesus has healed me completely. The joy that doctors could not bring me, my Lord has brought me for free. I have become a church planter. My prayer now is that God will open the eyes of my parents so they would equally experience this freedom and power I have experienced in Jesus. Thank you, Jesus, for restoring my life.