“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly place” NKJV
Wasim’ s struggle continues:
Turkey was not kind to me. I was unable to meet any Christian friends and there were no jobs available. I decided to go to Iran.
“While still in Turkey I went to the Iranian embassy for a visa. They required $50.00 for the visa. After my time there, with no work or income, I only had $45.00 in my pocket. I fasted for one day asking Jesus for the money for the visa. While praying it occurred to me, ‘Just tell the Iranian embassy that I don’t have the money.’ That was my answer.
After prayer I went to the Iranian consulate and I told the administrator the whole story of how the Syrians put me in prison which left me with no money. The administrator was pleased when I was talking in his own Persian language. He said, ‘Give me your passport. I will see if I can help you.’ The next day when I asked him about my visa he said, ‘this is against our laws but I don’t know why, I stamped the visa in your passport. You may go into Iran.’ It was a great joy. I praised the Lord for the help.
I went to Tehran City where a few acquaintances welcomed me. They helped me find a job. PTL! I had a job and was attending a Christian church near the University.
During the first week when I reached Iran, I went to church and met Vahid, an Iranian Muslim friend. Vahid was studying Christianity. I told him my testimony and how I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior.
A month later Vahid accepted Jesus as his Savior. He was working and was living with his brother. When his brother heard that Vahid was a Christian, he kicked him out of the house.
When I left Iran, Vahid was seeking shelter in another country.
From Iran I went to China staying there for a month. I could sense a strong inclination to go back to Afghanistan. There was great joy in my return. There is no place like the motherland. But sometimes, it is very difficult when you are not safe in your own home.
Immediately the Muslims heard that I was back in my home country. Once again they tried to kill me. There plan failed but in the process they crushed my legs. This attack left me a crippled invalid. When the Christian world heard they began to pray.
The Muslims were very happy now that I would never walk again. They rejoiced that I would now spend the rest of my life as a disabled person.
But Jesus had other plans. I spent more than eighteen months handicapped. Then one day I knew I could walk. As I prayed and was signing praises to the Lord, in my room, I just knew it. I stood up from my wheel chair and took my first step. The Christians were praying for me and the Lord was listening. Now I can walk and work. Oh I still have some pain but that just reminds me that Jesus is alive and He has continually been there for me.” Part 7 tomorrow.
Prayer: Father how wonderful and marvelous You are to hear prayers and answer. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen!
