Enas had always called herself a Christian, but in truth, she carried no belief in her heart. She went through the motions—celebrating holidays, attending the occasional service—but questions always lingered. “Why would God allow pain?” “Why does faith seem so blind?” No sermon or scripture ever gave her peace. She doubted deeply, quietly, and often.
Even in conversations with believers, she remained unconvinced. “I want to believe,” she’d say, “but none of it makes sense.”
Then came the war in 2011.
On a chaotic afternoon, in the midst of explosions and fear, Enas was separated from her threeyear-old daughter. Panic set in. For hours, she searched and called, but the child was nowhere to be found. Every moment felt like eternity. Fear tightened around her like a rope.
Desperate and helpless, she stood in the middle of a war-ridden street. The sky above was heavy with smoke, and her heart was heavier still. For the first time, Enas lifted her face to the heavens and cried out, not in doubt, but in agony: “Jesus, if you are real—bring my daughter back. Please.”
Not even five minutes passed when her phone rang. It was a relative from home. “She’s here,” they said breathlessly. “She just walked in. She’s safe.”
Stunned, Enas raced back. When she opened the door and saw her little girl standing unharmed, she broke down in tears. Then came the words that shook her soul: “Mama, someone held my hand and brought me home. I think… it was Jesus.”
Everything Enas had doubted, every question she had asked, suddenly faded in the light of that moment. She knew then—He had heard her. He was real. And He had answered.
From that day, Enas’s life changed completely. She gave her heart fully to Christ and became an active member of BNC (Beirut Nazarene Church). She studied the Word with hunger, prayed with sincerity, and became a witness to many.
Her once-cold questions transformed into burning passion. Her life, once guided by doubt, was now lit by faith. She tells her story boldly, not as someone who had always believed—but as someone who searched, who questioned, and who finally met Jesus on a war-torn street… and was never the same again.
By Rana Yassir Zarzour
