Taliban Soldier Ties a Christian to Railway, The Train Came.... Then JESUS SAVES HIM
Taliban Soldier Ties a Christian to Railway, The Train Came.... Then JESUS SAVES HIM
Taliban Soldier Ties a Christian to Railway, The Train Came.... Then JESUS SAVES HIM
My name is Jabril.
I'm 34 years old and on August 11, 2017, I was tied to railway tracks by my own Taliban unit and left to die.
The 347 cargo train was bearing down on me at full speed.
What happened next changed everything I believed about God, Jesus, and miracles.
I was born in a village so remote that most maps don't even show it.
Nestled in the mountains of eastern Afghanistan where the winter winds cut through you like knives.
My father was the local Taliban commander, a man whose word was law and whose anger was legendary.
From the moment I could walk, he taught me that Islam was not just our faith, but our identity, our purpose, our very reason for existing.
Christians were enemies of Allah, he would tell me as we sat by the fire each night.
Infidels who had corrupted the true message of God.
By the time I turned 16, I had memorized the Quran and could fieldstrip an AK-47 in under 2 minutes.
My father handed me my first rifle on my birthday, the metal still warm from the forge where the village blacksmith had engraved my name into the stock.
"You are a soldier of Allah now," he said, his weathered hands gripping my shoulders.
That rifle became an extension of my body, and the Taliban became my brotherhood.
For 9 years, I lived this life without question.
We controlled three villages, collected taxes, enforced Islamic law, and fought against the government forces who occasionally ventured into our territory.
I became one of my father's most trusted lieutenants, known for my loyalty and my skill in combat.
The other men respected me not just because of my father's position, but because I had earned it through blood and dedication.
Everything changed in March of 2016 when a convoy of aid workers was attacked on the mountain road.
We found their overturned vehicles and expected to discover the usual suspects, government spies or foreign soldiers disguised as civilians.
Instead, we found three Western doctors and two Afghan nurses.
All of them bleeding and broken, but still alive.
My father's orders were simple.
Interrogate them for information, then execute them as enemies of the state.
But something happened that I had never witnessed before... Read the
