Saudi Prince Forced to Set Her Sister on Fire for Being Infertile, Then JESUS SAVED THEM
My name is Aloudin and on June 7th, 2009, I was ordered by the Saudi religious court to execute my own sister by fire.
I was 29 years old, a devout Muslim prince who had never questioned Islamic law until that moment.
What happened next shattered everything I believed and uh led me to cry out to Jesus Christ in desperation.
This is the testimony of how Jesus saved both my sister and my soul from the flames.
I was born as the third son of Prince Abdullah, raised in the strictest Islamic tradition imaginable.
My father groomed me from age five to be a model of religious leadership for the kingdom.
While other princes played with toys, I memorized the Quranic verses and study hadith collections.
By age 15, I had completed the entire Quran in Arabic memorization three times over.
My earliest memories were not of childhood games or laughter, but of sitting cross-legged on ornate prayer rugs in our palace mosque, reciting verses I barely understood.
My father would sit beside me for hours correcting my pronunciation of classical Arabic and explaining the intricate meanings of Islamic Jewish prudence.
While my cousins attended birthday parties and played soccer, I spent my afternoons with Islamic tutors who taught me the complexities of Sharia law.
The palace library became my second home filled with thousands of volumes on Islamic theology, hadith commentary and religious history.
I would spend entire days reading works by medieval Islamic scholars, taking detailed notes that impressed even senior clerics.
My father would bring religious leaders from across the kingdom to test my knowledge, and I never failed to exceed their expectations.
By age 12, I was giving formal presentations on Islamic law to gatherings of adult scholars.
Five daily prayers were never enough for me.
I prayed eight times, fasted twice weekly.
I led prayer services at our palace mosque, giving sermons to hundreds of worshippers.
My bedroom walls were covered with Islamic calligraphy.
My library contained over 500 religious texts.
Ask yourself this question.
Have you ever been so devoted to your faith that questioning it seemed impossible?
My devotion went far beyond what Islamic law required.
While most Muslims struggled to complete their five daily prayers, I added three additional prayer sessions that I created myself.
I would wake at 3:00 a.m. for extended worship sessions, often praying until sunrise while the rest of the palace slept.
My knees bore permanent callous from countless hours of prostration on prayer rugs.
During the holy month of Ramadan, when most Muslims fasted from sunrise to sunset, I would extend my fasting for days beyond the required period.
I memorized not just the Quran but entire collections of hadith that most Islamic scholars only studied in portions.
My father would beam with pride as visiting clerics praised my extraordinary dedication to Islamic learning and practice.
The servants in our palace would often find me in the early morning hours, sitting in the garden courtyard, reading religious texts by lamplight.
I carried prayer beats constantly, reciting the 99 names of Allah hundreds of times daily.
My personal library contained first edition manuscripts of Islamic texts that were considered priceless artifacts by religious museums worldwide.
My sister was born 2 years after me, the crown jewel of our family’s honor.
From childhood, we competed in religious knowledge, seeing who could recite more Quranic chapters.
She led women’s Quran study circles across our province, teaching hundred of girls.
Our father called us the twin lights of Islam because of our shared religious passion.
Where I was serious and studious, my sister brought joy and warmth to our religious education.
She had a gift for explaining complex Islamic concepts in ways that made them accessible to children and adults alike.
Her laughter would fill the palace corridors as she practiced reciting Quranic verses, turning our religious education into something beautiful rather than burdensome.
We would spend hours together in theological discussions that amazed our tutors.