He took heroin, he took crack, he took anything to give him a high. And then he lost all self-control. One night he lost his temper with his wife. He ran to the kitchen and pulled a long knife out of the drawer. Swearing and shouting, he pushed her down on the bed and raised the knife over her chest, his eyes filled with drug frenzied hate, determined to plunge the steel into her heart.
She was saved only by the cry of their children, screaming in the darkness of that evil night. The extended family sent Khalil to rehabilitation centers. They didn’t work. Then some relatives who had become Christians prayed and fasted for him and shared the Gospel: this did work, and Khalil accepted Christ into his heart. He has not touched drugs since.