Saudi Prince Forced to Share Wife With Father THEN Jesus Saves Them
My name is Nasir.
I’m 34 years old and I was born a Saudi prince in 1990.
I had everything money could buy.
But on September 12th, 2018, my father demanded that I share my wife with him.
That day destroyed my perfect life and led me straight to Jesus Christ.
I was born into a world that most people can only dream of.
The royal palace in Riad wasn’t just my home.
It was my entire universe.
Goldplated everything.
Servants who anticipated my every need before I even knew I had one and wealth that seemed endless.
My childhood was spent in marble halls that echoed with the sound of my footsteps, surrounded by luxury that I thought was normal.
Every morning I would wake up in silk sheets, eat breakfast prepared by the finest chefs in the kingdom, and receive private tutoring from scholars who had devoted their lives to educating royalty.
But with all that privilege came expectations that weighed heavier than any crown.
From the moment I could walk, I was groomed to be the perfect Islamic prince.
Five prayers a day were not negotiable.
Memorizing the Quran was not optional.
Understanding Sharia law was essential for my future role as a leader.
My father made it clear that I represented not just our family but the entire kingdom and our faith.
Every action I took reflected on the royal bloodline and failure was not an option.
The religious obligations shaped every aspect of my life.
I spent hours each day studying Islamic Jewish prudence with the most respected imams in Saudi Arabia.
They taught me that absolute obedience to Allah and to earthly authority were one and the same.
My father as king was Allah’s representative on earth in our kingdom.
To question him was to question God himself.
This belief system became so deeply embedded in my mind that I never even considered challenging it until much later.
When I turned 25, my father informed me that it was time for me to marry.
In our culture, arranged marriages were the norm, especially for royalty.
Political alliances, tribal connections, and family honor all played a role in selecting a suitable bride.
I had no expectations of love or romance.
Marriage was a duty, a responsibility to produce heirs and strengthen our family’s position.
But when I first saw my bride, everything changed.