(Based on a true story. 2011)
She was just about to clock out. One more customer entered the telecommunications office. Only this time he walked out with more than a bill paid. Her name was Hope. To him, she was beautiful and he had his eye on her.
He returned a few days later – not for any business – but for her: her voice, her smile, her number. She was single anyways, no harm done. He had asked politely and treated her with utmost respect. His eyes even twinkled in the flirty conversation they shared. For the first time in a long time, Hope felt special. She felt an aura of love from Jamal that she had not experienced much in her life.
Hope came from a broken home after all. Her father was an alcoholic and abusive. Her mother was battered. Her siblings were terrified of Dad and of no help to her, as they were both younger than her. Hope took the beatings for them. Her mother soon divorced him and the church was not of much help either. She escaped when she was old enough to know how.
What “love” she came to know from her home-life had a shuddering and cold feeling to it. All she knew was that Dad’s love was painful. And she knew it was not right; something inside her told her so.
But this man was different. Jamal was not like her father. He treated Hope with respect, with care, with love. He was gentle in his words. He took her out on the town! Week after week he showered her with gifts: flowers, cards, surprises, dinner out. She was feeling like a princess for the first time in her life! Now this was love.
Jamal began to invite Hope to his home. He had dinner made for her; he taught her how to cook the food he liked. He showed her his ways, and she was fascinated. Hope had come from a Christian background; she had always believed in the God of the Bible. But this man sparked her curiosity. He taught her to pray facing the east, kneeling down. He showed her the ways of his land, his culture. After all, he was from Libia; he was a Muslim. He taught Hope of his god Allah and what Allah desires of his people.
Jamal also told Hope of the wonderful things that would come with their marriage. She felt so wanted, so needed; she felt involved and important. Finally. So Hope began to pray according to the customs of the Muslims. She dressed in the burqa and kept her head covered. She learned his ways and learned his language.
Out of the blue, Jamal was deported from the United States back to Libya. Hope’s world was just rocked! Jamal had been operating under a false identity, numerous ones actually. He got caught by the FBI and was gone.
He stayed in contact with Hope, calling her regularly to comfort her and assure her that everything was going to be okay. He told her of the palace he was preparing for her in Libya. He was in high status there after all. She was going to be one of his treasured wives. He would send for her soon to bring her to him. Life was going to be good.
Hope was believing him. She was assured in the love he had showed her. After all, who else did she have to turn to? So she continued in the daily regimen, praying to the east, learning Arabic, preparing herself to be his bride in Libya. She was getting more excited.
One day, during her prayers in Arabic to Allah, Hope’s spirit kicked in and blasted down the doors of her mind. “Who am I praying to?!” she asked herself, then “What am I doing?!” Reality had hit her. Hard. She was not praying to the right god. She was not walking in the ways of truth. Her fiance had just been deported. He had been lying to her. The whole time.
She was furious. Why was she following a lie?! The only place it would take her was to the grave, for goodness sake!! This was over. What could he do anyways, he was deported from her country!
Hope stopped taking his calls; she stopped everything that was associated with this liar. She wanted nothing to do with him. Because she had just turned away from this man, his religion, and his ways; things got ugly. Jamal would stalk her through his spies. He would call her anonymously and tell her she looked pretty in that spotted pink and black blouse with the black pants. He would tell her how nice her hair looked flowing over her shoulders.
She was terrified and felt like she was under a hidden surveillance all the time. She quit her job and because of him stalking her every move, she ended up moving to a women’s safe house where she was under the watch of wise Christian women who knew how to emotionally help her through this trauma and protect her from such a deceiver. Hope had trusted in the promises of this Muslim, not knowing how to divide the truth from the lie, and was almost swept away because of it. Her Christian spiritual mother spent over a year with her, healing her through the presence of the Lord, the freedom in Jesus Christ, and training her in the protection in the truth of the Bible.
Hope was not lost; she was found – found in the true love of Christ. She came out of the lies and into the truth. She now is on a mission to protect fellow American women, like sisters, from experiencing anything from this Islamic agenda that is coming to hunt them down through seduction, through a lying form of “love,” and through deception that looks like an angel in white clothing.
Hope reminds us, “Beloved, believe not every spirit, but try the spirits whether they are of God: because many false prophets are gone out into the world. 2 By this you know the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesses that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God: 3 And every spirit that does not confess that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is that spirit of Antichrist, of whom you have heard that is coming. Now it is in the world already.” (1 John 4:1-3)