My name is Walid. I was born in Bethlehem, Israel. On the day that I
was born it was one of the holiest days to Islam, the birthday of the
Muslim prophet Mohammad (Al-Mauled Al-Nabawi). This was an
honor to my father. For that, he named me Walid which relates to the
Arabic word (Mauled) and in English (The Birth) to always remember the
birthday of the Muslim prophet.

My father was a Palestinian Muslim who taught English and Islamic
studies in the Holy Land. My mother was an American who married my
father during his studies in the United States in the year of 1956.

Fearing the impact of the American way of life for their two children and
while my mother was pregnant with me, my parents left to live in Israel in
1960 which was called Jordan at that time. When they arrived to
Bethlehem I was born. As my father changed jobs, we moved to Saudi
Arabia, then back to the Holy Land -- this time, to the lowest place on
earth, Jericho.

I can not forget the first song I learned in school just before the Six Day
War titled "Arabs Our Beloved and Jews Our Dogs." I used to wonder
at that time who the Jews were but with the rest of the kids, I repeated
the words without any knowledge of their meaning.

As I grew up in the Holy Land, I lived through several battles between
the Arabs and the Jews. The first battle (while we lived in Jericho) was
the Six Day War when the Jews captured old Jerusalem and the rest of
Palestine. This was a great disappointment to Arabs and Muslims

The American Council in Jerusalem came just before the war to evacuate
all the Americans in the area. Since my mother was an American, they
offered us assistance but my father refused and turned them down
because he loved his country. I still remember many things during the war
-- the noise of the bombing and shelling that went on day and night for six
days, the looting of stores and houses by the Arabs in Jericho and people
running to cross the Jordan River from fear of the Israelis.

The war was called the Six Day War because it was won in six days and
on the seventh day a Rabbi by the name of Goren blew the ram's horn on
the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem declaring the victory. Many Jews claim that
this was a parallel to Joshua when he went around the walls of Jericho six
times, then on the seventh day seven times, and on that day the priests
blew the trumpets and everyone shouted with one voice and took the
city. To my father in Jericho, it seemed that the walls had crumbled on
him. During the war he was always listening to the Jordanian radio
station. He used to say that the Arabs were winning the war, but he was
listening to the wrong station. The Israeli station was announcing the truth
of their soon coming victory. Instead my father chose to believe the
Arabs who claimed that the Israelis were promoting propaganda.

Later on, we moved back to Bethlehem and my father enrolled us in an
Anglican-Lutheran school as they had a better English course. My
brother, sister and I were the only Muslims in the school. Being half
Americans, teachers would beat us and students would laugh at us. When
the Bible class started, I would leave the class and remained outside
waiting. One day, I walked in the Bible class and the class 'bully' stood
up to fight. He shouted, "We don't want this half American and Muslim to
be here!" I refused to get out and the lady who was teaching the class
asked me to sit down. Since then, I changed the school's policy and for
the first time, the school allowed a Muslim to study the Bible. For the
next three years, I studied it despite all the mocking.

Later, my father transferred me to the Government school where I grew
in the faith of Islam. I was fed the idea that one day, a fulfillment of an
ancient prophecy by the Muslim prophet Mohammed would come to
pass. This prophecy foretold a battle in which the Holy Land would be
recaptured and the elimination of the Jews would take place in a massive

This prophecy in fact is documented in Mohammed's Book of Traditions
which states the following:

"The day of judgment shall not come to pass until a tribe of Muslims
defeat a tribe of Jews." (Narrated by Abu Hurairah, Sahih Muslim,
Hadith #6985; Sahih al-Bukhari, Vol. 4, #177)

When Mohammed was asked of the place this would take place, he said:

"In Jerusalem and the surrounding nations."

During my youth, like my father, I was always tuned to Islam and what
our Muslim teachers taught. Believing in Muhammad's prophecy, I
offered my life to 'Jihad' or 'Holy War' as the only means to obtain either
victory or martyrdom. In Islam martyrdom is the only way you can ensure
salvation and enter into heaven -- especially since Allah and his prophet
Mohammed promised it. As the Quran states it:

"Do not think of whom are killed for the cause of Allah (in a Holy War),
to be dead but living with their Lord receiving his blessing". -- Sura: The
Family of 'Imran ('Al-'Imran, verse 169)

During school riots against what we called the Israeli occupation, I would
prepare speeches, slogans, and write anti-Israeli graffiti in an effort to
provoke students to throw rocks at the armed Israeli soldiers. We
shouted, "No peace or negotiations with the enemy! Our blood and our
souls we sacrifice to Arafat! Our blood and our souls we sacrifice to
Palestine!" and "Death to the Zionists!"

I vowed to fight my Jewish enemy believing that I was doing God's will
on earth. I remained true to my word as I participated in many riots
against the Israeli army, always trying to inflict harm to them by all means
and methods I could devise. I would start and participate in any riot I
could initiate: in schools, streets, and even on the holiest place (the
Temple mount site) in Jerusalem called by Arabs (Al-Masjid Al-Aqsa).
All through high school I would always be one of the first to provoke a

Many others got involved in terror tactics against the Jews using bombs
and armed assaults on Jews in an attempt to force them to leave Israel.
But they never could pluck them out.

Nothing could change my heart, I could only die or a miracle needed to
happen. The simplest way to describe myself is that I was one of those
one would view on CNN throwing rocks and Molotov cocktails in the
days of the Intifada or 'The Uprising'. I was one of these who Jews
would call a terrorist. The interesting thing is that I was not only
terrorizing but I was terrorized by my beliefs which required me to gain
enough merit and good deeds to go to heaven. But I never was sure if my
good deeds would outweigh my bad deeds in the scale when I would be
judged by God. Of course to die fighting the Jews would ease Allah's
anger towards my sin and I would then be secured a good spot in heaven
with beautiful wide-eyed women to fulfill my most intimate desires. Either
way, I won and terror was the only way.

I remember one time in Bethlehem all viewers clapped their hands with
joy in a jam packed theater watching the movie, "21 Days in Munich".
The moment we saw the Palestinians throwing grenades into the
helicopter killing the Israeli athletes, hundreds of viewers yelled, "Allahu
akbar!" (Allah is the greatest). This is the slogan of joy used by Muslims
for victorious events.

I remember students used to ask the teacher during our Islamic studies in
Bethlehem High School if it was permitted for Muslims to rape the Jewish
women after we defeated them. His response was, "The women captured
in battle have no choice in this matter, they are concubines and they need
to obey their masters, having sex with slave captives is not a ‘matter of
choice for slaves’". This in fact was written in the Koran, for it says:

"Forbidden to you also are married women, except those who are in your
hand as slaves, this is the law of Allah for you." -- Sura: The Women (al-
Nisa, verse 24)

And in a different verse the Koran says:

"O prophet; we allowed thee thy wives to whom thou hast paid their
dowries, and the slaves whom thy right hand possesseth out of the booty
which Allah hath granted thee, and the daughters of thy uncle, and of thy
maternal aunt, who fled with thee to Medina, and any believing woman
who hath given herself up to the prophet, if the prophet desired to wed
her, a privilege to thee above the rest of the faithful". -- Sura:
Confederates (al-Ahzab, verse 50)

We had no problem with Mohammed taking advantage of this privilege
as he married 14 wives for himself and several slave girls from the booty
he collected as a result of his victorious battles. We really never knew
how many wives he had and that question was always a debatable issue
to us. One of these wives was taken from his own adopted son Zaid, as
Allah declared that she was given to the prophet while others were
Jewish captives forced into slavery after Mohammed beheaded their
husbands and families.

In an attempt to change the hearts of Palestinians, the Israeli TV station
would show Holocaust documentaries. I would sit and watch cheering
the Germans while I chewed on food. It was impossible for me to change
my mind or heart concerning Jews, only a "heart transplant" would do
that job.

They once took our school for a week to a Jewish camp on the coast of
Eshdod to mingle us with other Jewish schools. That didn't work. On the
contrary, every teacher who spoke to a Jew was mocked.

My mother on the other hand tried to teach me a different idea at home
that she called God's plan. She spoke to me about Bible prophecy; she
said that the return of the Jews was pre-planned by God and had been
fulfilled. This, to her, was Gods miracle in our generation for the world to
see that "His will shall be done."

She also told me about many future events to be fulfilled in our generation
which is surfacing every day now. She told me of false Messiahs and
counterfeits; but all that had little effect for my heart was set on fighting
against the Jews.

My mother was influenced by an American Missionary couple who she
asked secretly to baptize her. When she refused to be baptized in a pond
full of green algae, the missionary priest had to plead to the YMCA in
Jerusalem to clear the pool of men, and my mother was then baptized.
No one from our family knew.

Many times my mother would take me on trips to several museums in
Israel and I fell in love with archeology. I was fascinated with it. In my
many arguments with her, I would bluntly tell her that the Jews and
Christians had corrupted the Bible. She responded by taking me to the
Scroll Museum in Jerusalem and showed me the scroll of Isaiah, still
intact. There was no one taking pictures of any Biblical errors to prove of
any corruption and I could not respond to my mother.

I remember when I still tormented my mother by calling her an "infidel"
and a damned American Imperialist who claimed that Jesus was the Son
of God. I'd show her the pictures in the newspaper of all the teenagers
supposedly martyred as a result of violence demanding that she answer. I
hated her and always asked my father to divorce her and remarry a good
Muslim woman.

I would even pose with a grim and sad face for the school picture as if I
knew that my turn to be in the paper as a martyr would be next. Many
times I risked being killed during youth protests and clashes with the
Israeli Army.

I lived in Israel during the Six Day War, the PLO resistance, the
Jordanian Black September civil war, the bloody wars in Lebanon, and
the war of Yom Kippur. With no hope to destroy Israel and all these
losses, we still hoped for that one victory since that is all it would take to
destroy them.

My parents worried a lot about me as I got thrown in prison by the Israeli
Army. My mother went to the American Council in Jerusalem to try to
get me out. She was so stressed her hair started to fall out. In jail, I
learned more about the art of terrorism and when I got out, I was more
fanatical than before.

When I graduated from high school, my parents sent me to the United
States to seek a higher education. Of course I got involved with many
anti-Israeli social and political events. I still remember my favorite sick
joke I used to like to tell my friends, that I hated Hitler very much
because he never got the job done, that is: he never finished the Jewish
problem "once and for all".

With Hitler being my idol, and Mohammed my prophet, I went on with
my life with little regard for Jews, Christians, or anyone who was not a
Muslim. I believed that one day the whole world would submit to Islam
and that the whole world owed the Palestinians for their losses in all the
battles with Israel. I also believed that Jews were prophet-killers and that
they had corrupted the Scriptures to serve their evil desires. This is what
Muslims teach. They also teach that Mohammed is our only redeemer
and God's favored prophet.

As I lived in America, I could not forget the hundreds of thousands of
Muslims who died just in the last 20 years in Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Syria,
Jordan, Lebanon, Afghanistan and in every single Muslim nation. I had to
get revenge for them and someone had to pay the price. Of course there
was no question in my mind that the Jews had to pay the penalty,
somehow we always managed to twist things together and make it their

One day I fought with a man and struck his eye blind, I was so happy to
learn that the man was a Jew.

I was fascinated with Islamic history and I learned that the Islamic
prophet Mohammed extradited a Jewish tribe from Saudi Arabia and
ordered the beheading of all the men from another tribe. The women
were taken as concubines. I used to believe, as Islam taught, that only a
Caliph (Islamic ruler) could rule the world. Islam is not a religion for one's
personal and moral life, but a system of law and government to the whole
world. If not achieved through peaceful means, it would have to wage
war against all who did not submit to Islam. With one billion Muslims
living today, I believed that it could happen.

I'll be honest, all my life, I was terrified every time I read the Koran, as,
after every other verse, there was always threats of hell fire for this sin
and that. All I wanted was to reach out to my Maker to say I am sorry,
forgive me, give me another chance. But I failed to keep count of all my
sins and my good deeds and I was sure that at the end, my sins would
outweigh my good deeds. So, I lived my sinful life depending on the love
and mercy of my Maker. I always wondered about my destiny. Lost in
my fears and doubts, I really hated the idea of killing for my salvation
and, in reality; I never had the heart to kill a rat! How then could I kill a

Sometime in 1992, I was fascinated when I read a book titled
"Armageddon, Appointment with Destiny", by Grant Jeffrey. Some of the
things explained in this book had many detailed prophecies about Jesus:
his birth, life, death and resurrection and the re-creation of the state of
Israel. Many of these prophecies came to pass just as God put them
down in the Bible! What also amazed me was to find out that the chances
for a man to predict hundreds of historic events written hundreds and
thousands of years before their occurrences are one in zillions. What is
more fascinating is that the margin of error had to be zero, especially
when the fulfillment of many of these prophecies was happening in my
generation. This kind of evidence had to come from a divine origin that
origin had to be God Almighty.

The struggle began. I was puzzled. How could the Bible be a fake and
corrupted by the Jews if the land I grew up in, spoke and cried out as
thousands of pieces of archeological evidence surfaced from the land of
Israel confirming the Bible? The book of Isaiah, discovered in the
Qumran caves, was found by a Muslim from the town next to Bethlehem
by the name of Muhammad Deib while looking for a lost sheep. From
that discovery, they found the rest of the Old Testament which matched
the Old Testament Bible in our hands today. It contained hundreds of
verses predicting the coming of Jesus Christ.

I had to read the Bible to know who Jesus really was, to find out for
myself. God finally led me to get to the bottom line as I started reading
what Jesus said:

"I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end, who was and
is to come, the Almighty." Revelation 1:8

Christ also said to the Jews:

"Truly, truly I say to you; before Abraham was born I AM (God)." John

It amazed me to find similar claims between Jesus and Mohammed.
These claims were serious, as Mohammed said:

"I am the beginning of all creation and the last prophet."

He also said:

"I was a prophet of Allah while Adam was still being molded in clay."

Moreover, he claimed to be the intercessor for Muslims in the Day of
Judgment, by all of these, claiming to be the world's last and final prophet
and savior.

These things always puzzled me. If Mohammed claimed all that he
claimed, than who was Jesus who claimed to be our Redeemer and
Savior? That question troubled me a great deal. One of the two claims
had to be a lie, if there were two redeemers; this would be association
with God since God is the only Redeemer.

Christ or Mohammed had to be the Redeemer and Intercessor for
mankind. The Bible or the Koran had to be correct. One of them was
pure gold and the other had to be a fake, but which one...?

Vowing to make a decision for "The Truth", I stayed up late many nights
comparing many details between the Koran and the Bible. At some point
during my study, I prayed saying: "GOD, you are the Creator of heaven
and earth, the God of Abraham, Moses, and Jacob, you are the
beginning and the end, you are 'The Truth', 'the only Truth', the Maker of
the true Scripture, the one and only word of God. I suffer to find your
truth, I want to do your will in my life, I long for your love and in the
name of 'The Truth' I ask. AMEN!!!"

I wanted real gold and would not settle for an imitation. I had to scratch
very hard to look beyond the surface of the world's plastic religions.

I believed in the Koran as the word of God because it had modern
scientific laws and only a book with a divine origin could have scientific
facts written a thousand years before their discovery. I spent a month
using a computer program searching for scientific clues in the Bible. Every
verse in the Koran that was a scientific miracle that led me and millions of
Muslims to believe in the Koran was already in the Bible. Many stories in
the Koran had serious errors and with my knowledge of history and
archeology, I knew that the Koran had serious faults.

With many of these discoveries, my claim that the Koran was a miracle
was in question. The Bible had all of its miracles hundreds and thousands
of years before. My foundation shook and I felt the sinking sand under
me. Even the nations mentioned by the prophet Ezekiel in chapter 38,
whom God would destroy -- most of them were Muslim nations growing
towards Islamic Fundamentalism today.

What also helped me was that God led me to discover, through my study
of the Bible, hundreds of detailed and unique verses concerning
prophecies fulfilled to the letter. No man has ever presented such detailed
predictions of future events without having more errors than truth. God is
the only one that holds the key to future events and only the Bible has the
key, not the Koran which lacks those most important elements of
"Salvation and Redemption". I knew at that moment I would have to be a
fool knowing all of this and continuing worshipping a different God than
the God of the Bible. I really thought with my prayer, that God will lead
me to the Koran, but that was not the case with me. In fact it was the
other way around, I had to give up my pride and be open-minded to truth.

God said in the Bible:

"For I am God, and there is no other; I am God and there is none like
Me, declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things
are not yet done, saying: My counsel shall stand, and I will do all My
pleasure." Isaiah 46:9-10

God not only foretold future events, but declared them and brought them
to pass, unlike the Koran which simply used terror tactics to conform
Muslims to believe. Since I did not believe that the Bible was corrupted, I
spent many days searching the Bible for Mohammad, as he claimed to be
in it, but never found him. If the Bible had been corrupted it had to have
happened after the prophet Mohammed since the Koran always
addressed the Bible that was 'between his hands' at his time. From that
time until now Muslims have failed to provide one single Bible from the
face of the earth to prove the corruption, and not one historical or
archeological evidence has been discovered to disprove the Bible.

Even the death of that Muslim prophet was different than the death of
Jesus, as Mohammed died on the lap of his favorite wife, Aisha, while
Jesus died on the cross in order to redeem man's sins.

I felt sad that hundreds of millions of Muslims today live without ever
hearing or being challenged with this kind of evidence.

It was astonishing to me to find that Muslims and the rest of the world
recognized three main religions that worship God even though God said
that He is One and his Word is One.

I was blind, but with the Bible only, I began to see -- I mean really
SEE!!! With so much Biblical prophecy fulfilled showing the return of
Israel from the grave and the attitudes of Muslims and the world towards
Jews, the end time is near.

Man has never changed. He still kills his brother as Cain killed his brother
Abel. The only difference is that we don't behead and stab each other in
battles as much as we used to. We simply wage chemical warfare to
exterminate each other like bugs as human life is becoming less and less
valuable. I began to see that sin was the source of all man's problems and
that the Devil was man's worst enemy, not the Jews, of whom Hitler
exterminated 6 million less than 50 years ago. Ironically today, there is
tons of literature being sold denying the incident even occurred. I
wondered what would happen if a Hitler or a Mehdi or an Islamic Khalifa
(Caliph) came to power and has what we have today: all these nuclear
bombs capable of destroying earth seven times over. God led me to look
at the world that I live in and ask myself if the world today so foolishly
denies the Jewish Holocaust despite all the evidence we have, why
should I still wonder why most of the world today denies the Messianic
claim of Christ and the accuracy of the Bible -- especially when the
evidence is all around.

God opened my heart and mind and led me to see how people today
deny all the proofs He has provided for us in His Word, adapting
themselves to false forms of worship.

The Lord began to show me the satanic influences which affected my
way of thinking. Regardless of my Islamic background, I used to think
these influences were from God.

I was led to a new view of the world and the meaning of life and saw the
need for salvation. Today, we all can see man's goal for a world
government waiting for the Devil to be the king!

"Babylon" is being revived from the grave to unite the world one more
time; we have only changed its name to "The New World Order" when it
should be called "The New Babylon". I started reading the Bible and
began to wonder why Zechariah prophesied:

"For I will gather all the nations to battle against Jerusalem, the city shall
be rifled, and the women ravished." -- Zechariah 14:2

In Islam I was taught that the second coming of the Messiah was in
Islamic prophecy. He was portrayed as the one to break the cross and
kill the pig, another setup for Muslims to follow the "false" messiah, the
Mehdi, the coming Antiochos Epiphinias.

Contrary to Mohammed's prophecy, the Bible prepares its readers that
the outcome of the siege in the time of Jacob's trouble will not be the total
annihilation of the Jews but that Christ himself will descend on the Mount
of Olives for judgment as He fights the enemies of Israel. Unfortunately, it
will be too late for repentance and redemption for non-believers.

The saddest part is that hatred towards Jews is not an old out-moded
idea from the far past. Millions of Muslims today have the same sick idea
that one day they will do the same to all Jews in the Holy Land as
Mohammed did to the Jews in Saudi Arabia.

In fact, the permission to kill Jews and Christians and to take their wives
as concubines was engraved in the Islamic "Holy Koran" and is the main
cause for the hatred of Jews by Muslims to this very day.

The word "Truth" was stuck in my heart day and night, pounding on my
soul as I continued to compare the two books and to finally conclude that
the Bible could be proven beyond any shadow of a doubt to be true
gold. Not only by hundreds of ancient prophecies that came to pass, but
by one ancient word created by God from the time of Jacob until our
generation. For all who doubt, that word was and still is 'Israel'.

Israel's existence today, and the re-gathering of the Jews from ALL parts
of the world is an irrefutable proof that the Holy Bible is the true Word of
God. God scattered them throughout the whole world and then re-
gathered them again from ALL nations back to their original land in
fulfillment of His promises in the far past, until our present, for He said:

"I will gather you from ALL the nations, and from all the places where I
have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you to the place from
which I cause you to be carried away captive." -- Jeremiah 29:14

The true God has never changed, He is still the same. I also learned that
my enemy, the Jews, were chosen by God to write God's Word and
God's plan for salvation through Jesus the Messiah, the only Messiah and
Redeemer for man. I also learned that Jesus, the man from my
hometown, was a Jew and that even my hometown was Jewish 'Beth-
Lechem', which means 'Home of the Bread', as He said:

"I am the Bread of Life, he who comes to me shall never hunger, and he
who believes in me shall never thirst." -- John 6:35.

Beth-Lechem was given its name before Jesus came to this world. Jesus
was from the people of my enemy, the Jews. Yet, He died for my sin. I
had never heard of an enemy who died for another enemy and loved him
so much that he allowed Himself to be beaten, spat on, mocked and
finally crucified. Would your enemy die for you? Yet He said:

"Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who
hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you."
-- Matthew 5:44.

The Truth was in front of my very eyes, knocking constantly on my heart,
and wanting to come in. I called on The Truth and He answered, I was
blind and sought the truth, and now I see. He knocked on my door and I
opened, and now had set me free! Christ said:

"I am The Way, The Truth and The Life, no one comes to the Father
except through Me." -- John 14:6

My way of thinking, my feelings, and my goals in life began to change. I
began to feel for the Jewish people. All the hatred left me. The desire to
see them hurt was no more a thing in my life. Now, I hurt for them and
pray peace for Jerusalem continually. Instead of laughing at images of the
Holocaust on TV, I weep for them. I am even ready to give my own life
for them, as did my Lord. I say it despite the outpouring of hate that
could come from my own fellow Arabs and Muslims.

Yes, I say it to the whole world, I love Jews. I love them because of their
Messiah. I love them because they brought Light to the world and
through them came the Light and the Truth and for that I love Jews. I no
longer despise them and I know from the Bible that the Jews are God's
chosen people to give light to Arabs and to the whole world if we only
allow them. For God made them a blessing to the world and we need to
love and support them as God said to Abraham:

"I will bless those who bless you and I will curse him who curses you,
and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed." -- Genesis 12:2

Knowing the truth transferred my way of thinking from believing in Hitler
to believing in Christ, from believing lies to knowing the truth, from being
spiritually sick to being healed, from living in darkness to seeing the light,
from being damned to being saved, from doubt to faith, from hate to love,
and from evil works to God's grace through Christ. This transformation
taught me that without the (true) word of God, things could look good on
the surface but in the core lies deception. I accepted Jesus the Messiah
who died for all of our sins as my Lord and Savior; to Him I submit.

Jesus said:

"Come to me all you labor, and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
-- Matthew 11:28

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for fulfilling your promise.
The Testimony of Walid Shoebat