I Dared To Call Him Father (Paperback)Bilquis Sheikh
Be reassured that God is still a sovereign God and that He is still in control.
How do I give myself to God completely? What happens when I do? I Dared to Call Him Father is a book for everyone who has ever asked these questions.
I Dared to Call Him Father tells the fascinating true story of a Muslim woman who faced those questions at a crossroad in her life … and found the answer. A woman whose life was turned upside down because of a series of strange dreams that launched her on a quest that would consume her heart, mind, and soul.
As you are drawn in by this captivating story, you will be reassured once again that God is a sovereign God, and that He is still in control of the world.
About the Author
Bilquis Sheikh was the wife of a high-ranking government official in Pakistan. She gave her life to Jesus Christ in 1966. In 1972, sponsored by Samaritan's Purse, she resettled in the United States, where she spoke widely and shared her faith with many. Years later Bilquis returned to Pakistan, where she died in 1997. She was given a Christian funeral.
Size139 x 215 mm
Number of Pages192 pp
PublisherChristian Art Publication
A Frightening Presence
The strange prickly feeling grew inside me as I walked
slowly along the graveled paths of my garden. It was deep
twilight. The scent of early narcissus hung heavy in the
air. What was it, I wondered, that made me so uneasy?
I stopped my walk and looked around. Inside my home
some distance across the broad lawn the servants were
beginning to flick on lights in the dining area. Outside all
seemed peaceful and quiet. I reached out to snip off some
of the pungent white blossoms for my bedroom. As I
leaned over to grasp the tall green stems, something
brushed past my head.
I straightened in alarm. What was it? A mist-like cloud—
a cold, damp unholy presence—had floated by. The gar-
den suddenly seemed darker. A chilling breeze sprang up
through the weeping willows and I shivered.
Get hold of yourself, Bilquis! I scolded. My imagination
was playing tricks on me. Nevertheless, I gathered my
flowers and headed quickly toward the house where
windows glowed in warm reassurance.