On December 15th, 2018, I stood before 5,000 Muslims in Dubai and spent 45 minutes mocking Jesus Christ, calling him weak, defeated, and unworthy of worship.

4 days later, Jesus appeared to me in a government meeting, and I dropped to my knees in front of 30 witnesses who watched in shock as a royal prince collapsed without explanation.

Have you ever been absolutely certain you were defending truth only to discover you were attacking the very god you claimed to serve? My name is Prince Khaled bin Rashid al- Nahan.

I am 38 years old.

On December 15th, 2018, I did something so public and so terrible that it should have ended any chance of God ever forgiving me.

I stood on a stage in Dubai and mocked Jesus Christ in front of 5,000 people for 45 minutes.

I called him weak.

I called him defeated.

I said he was not worthy of worship.

I was completely sure I was defending Islam and protecting Muslims from lies.

I had no idea that Jesus was about to change my entire life in just 72 hours.

I was born in Abu Dhabi in 1980.

My grandfather helped create the United Arab Emirates.

My father worked as minister of foreign affairs for more than 20 years.

My mother was a princess from Saudi Arabia.

Her family protected Islam’s holiest places in Mecca and Medina.

From the day I was born, I was surrounded by more money than most people could imagine, more power than most people would ever have, and more religious respect than most people would ever receive.

Our family palace in Abu Dhabi had 47 bedrooms.

We had an indoor mosque that could fit 200 people for prayer.

We had a private teacher who lived with us just to teach me the Quran.

I grew up with everything a child could want.

We had private jets to fly anywhere in the world.

We had exotic cars that cost more than houses.

We had vacation homes in London and Paris.

We had servants who did everything for us.

But my family made sure that even with all this wealth, we never forgot our duty to Allah.

We never became like the rich people in the west who cared only about money and pleasure.

Every single morning, my father would say the same thing to me.

Khaled, Allah has given us wealth as a test.

We must use it to make Islam stronger.

We must never become corrupted like the western people who worship money instead of God.

I believe those words with my whole heart.

While other rich children spend their money on parties and wild living, I spend mine building mosques in Africa and Asia.

I paid for Islamic schools.

I sent money to Muslim teachers who spread Islam around the world.

By the time I was 25 years old, I had degrees from Oxford University in England.

I studied politics and Islamic teaching.

I could argue about religion in Arabic, English, and French.

I had memorized large parts of the Quran.

I could quote the hadith, the sayings of Muhammad like a scholar.

I was everything a modern Muslim prince should be.

I had studied in the West, but I never stopped being committed to Islam.

I was rich, but I was generous.

I had political power but I cared about spiritual things.

Look inside your own heart right now.

Have you ever felt like you were born for a special reason? That is exactly how I felt about my life.

I believed Allah had made me a prince for one specific purpose to defend Islam against Christianity.

This was not just a fear in my mind.

It was based on real things I was seeing happen around me.

Between 2010 and 2018, I watched Christian missionaries become braver and braver in the Gulf countries.

They were not coming as traditional missionaries wearing crosses and giving out Bibles.

They were coming as business people, as teachers, as doctors and as aid workers.

They would become friends with Muslims.

They would earn trust.

Then slowly they would start talking about their faith.

Some Muslims were actually converting to Christianity.

This was especially true for young people who had studied in Europe or America and came back home asking questions about traditional Islam.

This made me deeply upset.

I could not understand how any Muslim, especially Arab Muslims who had been blessed with oil, money and political power, could leave Islam for Christianity.

It seemed like the worst kind of betrayal.

It was not just turning away from Allah.

It was turning away from our culture, our history, and our identity as Arab people.

I started speaking publicly about this danger.

I warned Muslim communities that uh Christian missionaries were trying to trick them.

My speeches became very popular very quickly.

I spoke at universities.

I spoke at business meetings.

I spoke at Islamic gatherings all across the Emirates.

Young Muslims especially liked my message because I was not some old imam preaching from a mosque.

I was a prince who had studied at Oxford.

I understood the modern world.

I spoke their language.

I could explain Islamic arguments using examples they understood.

In 2017, I started something called the Fortress of Faith Initiative.

I used my family money to fight against Christian missionary work in the UAE.

We create smart social media campaigns.

We showed Muslims what we called the tricks Christians used to convert people.

We paid for training to help young Muslims argue against Christian beliefs.

We even hired former Christians who had become Muslims to speak about why they left Christianity.

The program worked incredibly well.

Within one year, we had reached more than 2 million Muslims across the Gulf with our message.

I was invited to speak at events all over the region.

Religious leaders thanked me for my work.

Government officials praised me for protecting Islamic values while keeping the UA’s reputation as a modern tolerant nation.

I felt like I had found my calling, the divine assignment Allah had given me.

Um, ask yourself this question.

Have you ever been so sure you were fighting for truth that you never questioned if your methods were right? That was me in December 2018.

I had become so focused on defending Islam that I stopped seeing Christians as real people.

I started seeing them only as threats that needed to be stopped.

The event that would change everything was planned for December 15th, 2018 at the Dubai World Trade Center.

I called it the great debate.

Why Islam is truth and Christianity is deception.

I personally organized everything.

I paid for everything.

I promoted it everywhere.

More than 5,000 Muslims signed up to attend.

Most were young professionals and university students who want to hear Islamic arguments against Christianity presented in a modern exciting way.

I prepared for months.

I studied Christian teaching not to understand it but to find weak points I could attack.

I interviewed former Christians to gather stories about why they left their faith.

I put together scientific arguments, historical criticisms, and logical problems that I believed proved Christianity was false.

I even made multimedia presentations with graphs, charts, and video clips designed to make Christianity looks stupid.

The night before the event, I prayed with extra devotion.

I asked Allah to use me as his tool to protect Muslims from Christian lies.

I felt confident, prepared, and completely certain that I was about to do something important for Islam.

I looked over my speaking notes one last time.

I focused especially on the section where I plan to ridicule the main Christian beliefs about Jesus.

I am telling you as someone who lived through this, I had no doubt, no hesitation and no worry at all about what I was planning to do.

I was about to publicly mock Jesus Christ in front of thousands of people.

I believed it was not just okay, but necessary and right.

I had no idea that the Jesus I was about to ridicule was actually real, actually present, and actually getting ready to show himself to me in the most shocking way possible.

Have you ever been completely certain you were right about something only to find out you were totally horribly wrong? December 15th, 2018, the Dubai World Trade Center Grand Hall was completely full with 5,000 people.

Almost everyone was Muslim.

They were excited to hear their faith defended and Christianity exposed as false.

The feeling in the room was electric.

Everyone was waiting to hear what I would say.

Large screens showed the event title in Arabic and English.

Camera crews stood throughout the building to live stream the event on social media.

I had hired a professional team to make sure the message would reach as many people as possible.

I walked onto the stage wearing traditional Emirati clothes.

The white Condora robe and black agal headdress showed my royal blood and cultural authority.

The crowd erupted in applause.

Camera fleshes created a robing effect.

As journalists took picture, I felt powerful, important, and completely sure I was about to deliver a message that would strengthen Islam across the whole region.

I started by building a connection with the audience.

I talked about my education at Oxford.

I talked about my travels in Europe and America.

I explained how being exposed to western culture had only made my Islamic faith stronger.

I have seen their world.

I told the crowd, “I have studied their ideas.

I have debated their smart people and I can tell you with complete certainty that Islam is truth and Christianity is built on to lies and mistakes.

” The crowd responded with loud applause and shouts of Allah abar which means God is greatest.

I felt their energy making me more confident.

I was not just speaking to the 5,000 people in the hall.

Through the live stream I was speaking to millions of Muslims around the world.

This was my moment to make a clear statement defending Islam.

I began attacking Christian teaching point by point.

I questioned the trinity, calling it math that made no sense, “How can one equal three?” I asked in a mocking voice, “Even a child knows this is impossible.

But Christians expect smart people to believe that God is somehow three persons in one being.

This is not religion.

This is confusion dressed up as mystery.

” The audience laughed and clapped.

This encouraged me to go further.

I attacked the idea of original sin.

I said it made God unfair to punish all humans for Adam’s mistake.

I made fun of the crucifixion.

I questioned why an all powerful God would need to die to forgive sins when he could just choose to forgive.

Allah forgives directly.

I said loudly.

He does not need dramatic blood sacrifices like some ancient pagan god.

Ask yourself this question.

Have you ever said something you could not take back? Something that showed the darkness in your own heart.

That is exactly what happened next.

I moved to the part of my speech where I had prepared to ridicule Jesus Christ himself.

Let’s talk about Jesus, I said.

My voice was dripping with contempt.

Christians claim he is God in human form.

Bao they say he is the creator of the universe walking among humans.

But what do we actually see in their gospels? We see a man who was born helpless as a baby.

He needed his mother to feed him and change his diapers.

Is this your god Christians? A god who soils himself and cries for milk.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Some people were recording on their phones, capturing every word I said.

I felt drunk on their response.

I push it even further into mockery.

We see Jesus getting tired and hungry.

He needs rest and food.

We see him crying at his friend’s grave.

This shows he did not have power over death even though he was supposedly divine.

We see him sweating blood in fear before his arrest.

He begged God to save him from crucifixion.

And then we see him dying helpless on a Roman cross.

He cried out that God had left him.

I paused to let the audience think about my words.

This is who Christians worship as God.

A man who was weak, afraid, abandoned, and killed by his enemies.

Islam honors Jesus as a prophet.

Yes.

But Christianity has turned him into a false god who could not even save himself.

The applause was deafening.

People were standing and cheering.

Some had tears in their eyes from laughing at my mockery.

I felt triumphant and powerful.

I had said what many Muslims thought but were afraid to say out loud.

I had exposed Christian beliefs as ridiculous and not worth taking seriously.

But I was not finished.

In my pride and self-righteousness, I decided to push even harder.

I had prepared pictures to show on the screens.

They were artistic images of Jesus on the cross.

I chose them specifically to emphasize his suffering and helplessness.

As the images appeared on the massive screens behind me, I continued mocking him.

Look at your god, Christians.

Look at him hanging there, bleeding, dying, defeated.

This is who you claim created the universe.

This is who you believe has power over life and death.

He could not even come down from that cross.

He could not defend himself against Roman soldiers.

And yet you expect us to believe he is divine.

I pointed at the screen dramatically.

This is not God.

This is a man who failed.

Islam teaches us that Allah is all powerful beyond weakness, beyond defeat, beyond death.

Your Jesus died.

Our Allah is eternal and never changes.

Your Jesus begged for mercy.

Our Allah shows mercy but never needs it.

Your Jesus was humiliated by his enemies.

Our Allah has no enemies that can touch him.

The crowd was in a frenzy of agreement.

Some people were waving UA flags.

Others were chanting Islamic phrases.

The live stream chat was exploding with comments from Muslims around the world praising my boldness.

I had become in that moment a hero to thousands of people who saw me as defending their faith against Christian aggression.

I spent another 20 minutes tearing apart Christian teaching.

I mocked Christian practices like communion and baptism.

I questioned the intelligence of anyone who could believe such things.

I told the stories of Christians who had converted to Islam after realizing Christianity’s problems.

I showed statistics proving Islam was growing while Christianity was declining in the West.

My closing words were designed to be memorable and quotable.

I stand before you today, not just as a prince of the UAE, but as a defender of truth.

Christianity has had 2,000 years to prove itself, and it has failed.

Its teaching does not make sense.

It is a scripture has been changed and corrupted.

Its central figure was a defeated man who died helplessly on a cross.

Islam is the final message from God.

It is the corrected truth.

There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is his messenger.

Jesus was a prophet nothing more.

Those who worship him as God have fallen into the worst sin possible.

As I left the stage to a standing ovation, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

I had delivered the most powerful defense of Islam I had ever given.

The event would be remembered and talked about and shared across the Muslim world.

I had made my mark as a champion of Islamic faith.

I spent the next several hours at a party meeting with religious leaders, government officials, and important Muslims who attended the event.

Everyone congratulated me on my courage and skill with words.

Some told me it was the most powerful Islamic teaching they had ever heard.

Others said I had inspired them to be bolder in defending their faith.

I accepted their praise while pretending to be humble.

But inside I was convinced I deserved every word.

That night I returned to my palace in Abu Dhabi feeling satisfied.

I performed my prayers thanking Allah for giving me the platform and ability to defend Islam so well.

I checked social media and saw that clips from my speech were going viral.

They were shared thousands of times with hashtags praising my defense of Islamic truth.

Everything seemed perfect.

Yeah.

I went to sleep that night with no guilt, no second thoughts, and no concern at all about what I had said.

I had mocked Jesus Christ publicly, deliberately, and thoroughly.

I believed I had done exactly what Allah wanted me to do.

I had no idea that within 48 hours the Jesus I had ridiculed would appear to me in person and show me that everything I thought I knew about God was completely wrong.

Look inside your own heart right now.

Have you ever attacked something you did not truly understand? Have you ever hurt people while convincing yourself you were defending truth? That was me on December 15th, 2018.

I was about to learn that the Jesus I had mocked was not the weak, defeated person I had presented to those 5,000 people.

Have you ever wondered if the God you are defending is actually the God who really exists? December 17th, 2018, 2 days after my public mockery of Jesus Christ, I woke up at 3:47 in the morning in my palace bedroom.

My heart was racing.

My body was covered in cold sweat.

I had just experienced the most vivid, disturbing dream of my entire life.

In the dream, I was standing alone in a massive empty stadium.

The seats that had been filled with 5,000 cheering Muslims were now completely vacant.

I was on the stage, but instead of feeling powerful, I felt small and exposed.

Then I saw him.

A figure in white walking toward me from the back of the hall.

Even in the dream, I knew immediately who it was, though I did not want to admit it.

Jesus Christ.

The same Jesus I had spent 45 minutes ridiculing just 48 hours earlier was walking directly toward me.

His eyes seemed to look through my soul rather than just at my body.

I tried to speak to defend myself to explain that I was just defending Islam but no words would come out of my mouth.

He reached the stage and stood in front of me.

He said nothing.

He just looked at me with an expression that was not anger or judgment, but something far more disturbing.

It was disappointment mixed with love, like a father looking at a son who has betrayed everything he was taught.

I woke up gasping for air.

My hands were shaking and I could not control them.

I immediately washed for prayer and prayed, trying to shake off the terrible feeling the dream had created.

I told myself it was just stress from the event.

Maybe it was guilt showing up even though I had nothing to feel guilty about.

I was defending truth.

I had done the right thing.

This was just my mind processing the intensity of the experience.

But the dream came back the next night, December the 18th.

It was even more vivid and disturbing.

This time Jesus spoke.

His voice was gentle but carried complete authority.

It was the kind of voice you cannot ignore or dismiss.

He said only seven words.

You have mocked what you don’t understand.

Those words echoed in my mind even after I woke up.

What did I not understand? I had studied Christianity at Oxford.

I had read the gospel specifically to find weak points to attack.

I had interviewed former Christians.

I had debated Christian scholars.

I knew Christianity completely or so I believed.

Why would I dream about Jesus telling me I did not understand? Ask yourself this question.

Have you ever tried to convince yourself that something meant nothing even when deep down you knew it meant everything? That is what I was doing during those two days.

I tried to dismiss the dreams as stress or bad food or my mind working through things, but they felt different from normal dreams.

They felt like something or someone was trying to reach me from outside my own mind.

On December 19th, 4 days after my public mockery, I had to attend a normal government meeting at the Emirates Palace in Abu Dhabi.

It was a quarterly briefing on economic development projects.

I had attended hundreds of these meetings without anything unusual happening.

I drove myself in my Mercedes listening to Quran recitation as I always did.

I was trying to maintain my normal routine and shake off the disturbing dreams.

The meeting was held in one of the palace’s smaller conference rooms.

About 30 government officials, ministers and royal family member attended.

We were discussing infrastructure projects, tourism plans, and foreign investment opportunities.

I was only half paying attention.

My mind was still distracted by the dreams and the uneasy feeling they had created.

That is when it happened.

Right in the middle of the Minister of Finance’s presentation about budget allocations, I felt a presence enter the room.

It was so powerful, so overwhelming, so undeniably real that it made the physical world around me seem almost like shadows by comparison.

My vision began to narrow, like I was looking through a tunnel.

The voices of other people in the conference room became distant and muffled.

And then I saw him again, not in a dream this time, but in full waking consciousness with my eyes wide open and my mind completely alert.

Jesus Christ was standing directly in front of me.

He was more real and solid than the conference table.

He was more present than the other people in the room.

He was wearing the same white clothing from my dreams.

But now I could see details I had not noticed before.

I could see the texture of the fabric.

Light seemed to come from him rather than just reflect of him.

His eyes were absolutely piercing.

The room did not disappear.

The other people did not vanish.

I could still see and hear them, but they seemed distant and unimportant compared to the overwhelming reality of Jesus standing before me.

No one else seemed to see him.

They were continuing their meeting as if nothing unusual was happening.

But I was frozen in my chair, unable to move or speak.

I was face to face with the living presence of the man I had publicly mocked just 4 days earlier.

He spoke again, but this time more than seven words.

His voice was clear to me, but apparently not to anyone else in the room.

Khalit, you have spoken about me without knowing me.

You have judged me without understanding me.

You have mocked my love without experiencing it.

I am not who you think I am.

I am not weak because I chose to suffer.

I am not defeated because I chose to die.

I am not helpless because I chose to surrender.

Power that must control others is not true power.

Love that will not sacrifice is not true love.

I wanted to argue to defend myself to explain that I was just protecting Islam.

But in the presence of his overwhelming reality, all my arguments seemed like foolish noise.

He continued, “You think you defended God by attacking me, but I am God.

You think you honored the truth by spreading lies about me, but I am truth.

” You think you served Allah by rejecting me, but you cannot know the Father except through me.

Look inside your own heart right now.

Have you ever had every certainty you built your life upon completely destroyed in a single moment? That is what was happening to me in that conference room.

Everything I had believed about Jesus, about Christianity, about my mission to defend Islam was being torn down by the simple fact of his undeniable presence.

Then he did something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

He showed me his hands and his side.

I could see the scars from crucifixion that my speech had mocked as signs of weakness.

But instead of weakness, I saw the most incredible strength I could imagine.

He had willingly accepted those wounds.

Not because he was powerless to stop them, but because his love for humanity demanded that level of sacrifice.

In that moment, I understood something that completely shattered my Islamic teaching.

God’s love is not shown by staying distant from suffering.

It is shown by being willing to enter into it.

A God who remains untouched by pain while his creation suffers is not more holy than a God who suffers with and for his creation.

He is less holy.

The vision lasted perhaps 60 seconds, though it felt like hours.

When Jesus faded from my sight, I realized I was on my knees beside my chair in the conference room.

I had literally fallen from my seat without choosing to move.

Every person in the meeting had stopped talking and was staring at me with concern and confusion.

Your highness, are you all right? Someone asked.

Should we call a doctor? I could not speak.

I could not explain what had just happened.

How could I tell these government officials, these Muslim leaders, these members of my own family that Jesus Christ had just appeared to me? How could I tell them that everything we believed about him was wrong? I managed to say something about feeling faint and needing fresh air.

Two officials helped me stand up and took me outside to a terrace overlooking the Arabian Gulf.

The December afternoon sun was bright and warm.

The sky was perfectly clear.

The palm trees were swaying gently in the breeze.

Everything looked normal, but nothing would ever be normal again.

I had just met the living God.

And he was not who I thought he was.

I am telling you as someone who experienced this with my own eyes and ears.

This was not imagination or a mental breakdown.

This was more real than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life.

Jesus Christ had personally appeared to me.

He revealed himself as truly divine, truly alive, and truly worthy of the worship I had spent my life giving to someone else.

I spent the rest of that day completely alone, unable to process what had happened.

I could not pray the Islamic prayers that had structured my entire life because the God I had been praying to suddenly seemed incomplete compared to the Jesus I had just met.

I could not call my family or friends because how could I explain this to people who would think I had lost my mind or been tricked by Satan.

That night I did something I had never done in my 38 years of life.

I opened the Bible not to find weak points to attack but to find the truth about the man who had appeared to me.

I started reading the Gospel of John.

By the time I reached chapter 14, I was crying without control.

Jesus said, “I am the way and the truth and the life.

No one comes to the father except through me.

” Those words got through 38 years of Islamic teaching in a single moment.

All my life I had believed I could reach God through Islamic practices, through prayer, through pilgrimage, through good works.

But Jesus was claiming that he himself was the only path to God.

Either he was lying which seemed impossible after experiencing his presence or he was telling the truth which meant everything I had built my life on was false.

Ask yourself this question.

What would you give up for truth once you had undeniably met it face to face? I was about to find out exactly what following Jesus would cost a prince of the UAE.

Have you ever met someone who completely changed your understanding of everything? Or are you still waiting for that meeting? December 20th, 2018.

The morning after Jesus appeared to me in the conference room, I made the decision that would cost me everything I had valued in my old life.

I called Pastor Michael Richardson.

He was a British man who led a small Christian group um in Dubai.

I actually knew about his church because I had investigated it as part of my fortress of faith initiative.

I knew where his church met because I had sent people to watch it and report on their activities.

When I called his mobile number and told him I was Prince Khaled, there was a long pause.

He obviously knew who I was.

Clips from my December 15th speech mocking Jesus were still being shared widely on social media.

Finally, he said carefully, “Your Highness, how can I help you?” My voice was shaking.

“Pastor Richardson Sun, 4 days ago, I publicly made fun of Jesus Christ in front of 5,000 people.

Yesterday, he appeared to me in person.

I need to know how someone like me could possibly be forgiven for what I have done.

There was another long pause.

Then Pastor Richardson said something that broke through my last resistance.

Prince Khaled, the same Jesus who appeared to Saul on the Damascus road while he was attacking Christians has appeared to you.

There’s nothing you have done that his grace cannot cover.

Can we meet today? We met that afternoon in a private location, not at his church, but at a meeting room I rented under a false name.

For 3 hours, Pastor Richardson answered my questions about Christianity.

He showed me how the very things I had mocked as weakness were actually proof of God’s incredible strength and love.

He explained that God became man not because he was weak, but because only God himself could pay the price for humanity’s sin.

The cross is not God’s defeat, Pastor Richardson explained.

It is God’s victory over sin and death.

Jesus did not die because he was powerless to stop it.

He died because it was the only way to rescue humanity from being separated from God forever.

And the resurrection 3 days later proved that death itself could not hold him.

Everything made sense.

The Jesus who appeared to me had not seemed weak or defeated.

He had shown power and authority beyond anything I had ever known.

The scars he showed me were not marks of shame, but proof of sacrificial love.

I had mocked what I did not understand, just as he had said in my dream.

That evening in that private room with Pastor Richardson as my only witness, I gave my life completely to Jesus Christ.

I confessed that I had been wrong about him.

I accepted him as my Lord and Savior.

I told him I wanted to follow him no matter what it would cost me.

The moment I spoke those words, I felt the same overwhelming peace that had filled the conference room when Jesus appeared.

It was like every burden, every fake image, every false certainty I had carried for 38 years was lifted from my shoulders.

Look inside your own heart right now.

Have you ever felt forgiveness so complete that it made your past seem unimportant? That is what I felt in that moment.

The man who had spent 45 minutes mocking Jesus just 5 days earlier was now crying with gratitude for his forgiveness and love.

But I knew the cost would be terrible.

That night I called my father and asked to meet with him privately.

When I told him about my conversion, his face went from confusion to disbelief to cold fury in seconds.

You have betrayed everything, he said.

His voice was shaking with rage.

You have brought shame to our family.

You have abandoned your faith.

You have destroyed your future.

You are no longer my son.

Within 24 hours, my family had completely rejected me.

My mother would not take my calls.

My brothers and sisters were told to cut all contact with me.

The family lawyers told me that my trust fund would be frozen.

My jobs in family businesses would be ended.

My home in the family palace would be taken away immediately.

I had been wealthy beyond measure.

Now I was basically homeless with only the money in my personal bank accounts.

The government response was quick and calculated.

I was quietly removed from all official jobs and advisory roles.

While the UE does not officially kill people for leaving Islam, I received real threats from extremists who thought my conversion was an unforgivable betrayal.

Security officials suggested I leave the country for my own safety.

The Fortress of Faith initiative I had started was immediately shut down.

All my social media accounts were hacked and deleted, removing my speeches and writings from public view.

Former colleagues and friends treated me like I had died.

Some literally held funeral prayers for me, mourning the loss of the Muslim prince they once knew.

Ask yourself this question.

What is worth losing everything you have ever known? For me, the answer was simple.

Jesus Christ is worth infinitely more than wealth, status, family approval, or cultural acceptance.

In January 2019, I quietly left the UAE and moved to London where I could worship freely without fear.

Pastor Richardson connected me with a church that helped Muslim converts.

I met dozens of other Arabs who had converted from Islam to Christianity.

Many of them had lost everything just as I had.

In March 2019, I met Katherine.

She was a British Christian woman who worked with the ministry helping Middle Eastern refugees and converts.

Unlike my expected royal marriage that had been planned before my conversion, Katherine loved me not for my title or wealth, which I had lost, but for who I was in Christ.

We were married in a small church ceremony in September 2019.

The most incredible moment came in June 2020 when Pastor Richardson asked if I would share my story publicly.

The first place I spoke was a small church in Dubai with about 200 people.

Most were foreign Christians and secret Muslim believers.

I stood before them and said, “Two years ago, I spent 45 minutes mocking Jesus Christ in front of 5,000 Muslims.

Today, I spend my life telling everyone who will listen that he is Lord.

” Since then, over 150 Muslims have contacted me privately about my conversion.

Many were people who attended my December 15th speech.

They were shocked to learn I had become a Christian.

Some have accepted Christ themselves after hearing how he personally showed himself to me.

Each conversion reminds me that God can use even our worst moments for his glory.

I now work with an international ministry that helps Muslims who are investigating Christianity.

We help answer the same questions I once asked.

We address the same objections I once raised.

We introduce seekers to the same Jesus who appeared to me in that conference room.

The prince who mocked Jesus before 5,000 people no longer exists.

In his place is a follower of Christ who shares the very gospel he once attacked.

I tell anyone who will listen about the love of Jesus.

I lost a royal title, a family inheritance, and a privileged position, but I gained eternal life, perfect peace, unconditional love, and a relationship with the true and living God.

I still remember the exact moment uh Jesus appeared to me.

December 19th, 2018 at 10:34 in the morning in a government conference room in Abu Dhabi.

That moment divided my life into before and after.

Before Jesus, I had everything the world values and nothing that matters forever.

After Jesus, I lost everything the world values and gained everything that matters forever.

The same Jesus who appeared to me is calling you right now.

He’s not calling through a vision or supernatural meeting, but through this story you are reading at this very moment.

He is knocking on the door of your heart.

He’s offering the same forgiveness he gave me.

He’s offering the same transformation he worked in my life.

He’s offering the same eternal hope that changed everything.

I mocked him publicly, deliberately, and completely.

Yet he forgave me totally.

I attacked his character.

I made fun of his sacrifice.

I led thousands of people away from him.

Yet he pursued me without stopping until I gave up.

If Jesus can forgive and transform someone like me, he can absolutely do the same for you.

No matter what you have done or believed, do not make the mistake I made of thinking you know who Jesus is without actually meeting him.

Do not assume that defending your religion is the same as knowing God personally.

And do not wait for a dramatic vision or supernatural sign.

He has revealed himself through his word, through his creation, through his followers, and through stories like mine.

The prince who made fun of Jesus dropped to his knees in a conference room in Abu Dhabi on December 19th, 2018.

The question is, will you drop to your knees today wherever you are? and meet the same Jesus who changed everything for me.

Are you ready to stop defending your religion and start meeting the true God? Or will you keep attacking what you do not understand until he personally steps into your