Saudi Prince Forced To Share His Wife Until JESUS SAVES THEM
My name is Prince Khaled al- Rahman.
I died in a car accident on March 15th, 2018 at age 34.
I was born into Saudi royalty, raised in palaces with unimaginable wealth and power.
But before that accident took my life, Jesus Christ had already saved my soul and my marriage from something far worse than death.
This is my testimony from beyond the grave.
I was born into a world where gold forcets were ordinary and servants outnumbered family members 3 to one.
The Al- Rahman Palace in Riyad stretched across 40 acres with marble corridors that echoed my childhood footsteps and crystal chandeliers that cast rainbows on Persian rugs worth more than most people’s homes.
My grandfather ruled our family with the same iron fist that his ancestors used to control desert tribes.
And from the moment I could walk, I knew that being a prince meant absolute obedience to tradition.
Every morning at dawn, before the call to prayer echoed across the city, my tutor would wake me for Quran recitation.
By age seven, I had memorized half the holy book.
By 12, I could recite it entirely in perfect Arabic, the words flowing like honey from my tongue.
My father would beam with pride as I performed for visiting dignitaries, his chest swelling as they praised his son’s devotion to Allah.
Prayer rugs became my second home.
Five times daily, I would prostrate myself toward Mecca, feeling the cool marble through the silk as I submitted to the will of Allah.
This was not mere routine.
It was the heartbeat of my existence.
The religious education never ceased.
Islamic law, the hadith, the proper way to live according to Prophet Muhammad’s teachings.
I learned that submission to Allah meant submission to family elders.
That questioning tradition was questioning God himself.
My grandfather would sit me on his knee after evening prayers.
His weathered hands holding mine as he spoke of our bloodline’s purity, our family’s honor stretching back 14 generations.
Every story ended the same way.