My name is Nazeela beevi. My father's name is
Abdul Rehman Moulvi. About ten years ago my father was working as
chief Emam (Muslim Priest) over many Emams who used to give religious
speeches. My father brought me up in the strict rules of Islam....
I was thrown away and fell down on the floor. I thought
it would have been an earthquake. When I opened my eyes, I saw great
light brighter than the shining sun was filled in my room. Jesus
Christ who lives in unapproachable light His presence came down
in my room.....
My father put me in a sack, carried my body
to ithikkara river which flows by the side of our home, dumped the
body in the river.