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"Why am I here." "Where did I come from?" "Where am I going." "Why is there so much injustice in the world?' "Is there a God at all?" These were the questions that plagued this daughter of a Moslem family. I was but one of eighteen children. Most of the them died from experiments that my mother performed on them. My family struggled with drugs, alcohol, rape, and mental and physical violence. In desperation, I swallowed opium in an attempt at suicide. No one could answer my questions. I thought to myself; the best person to answer me is God Himself--if He exists. I prayed with all my heart and He heard me and miraculously saved me, gave me a peace and a joy that the world could not give. Thanks to His Holy Name. "The cords of death entagled me, the anguish of the grave came upon me...but You O Lord delivered me." Psalms 116:3-8. Fatemah Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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