The Blood of Lambs by Kamal Saleem

I finally finished the book. I got the book as a freebie in a used book nook in my neighborhood public library. 

My close to four years in Saudi Arabia somehow got me interested on novels set in the Gulf region. The book is just one among the many books that are mainly narratives of life as a Muslim. 

The early part of the book was close to believable. I must have read similar stories such that of a child soldier and suicide bombers  in news report, supplied by UPI, Agence France Press and other big news agencies. 

Towards the end of the book, I couldn't help but smack my head. The  book is pure fiction most likely  made up by a Jehovah's Witness and backed up by archived news reports. 

An excerpt from the section "America: 1985-1991", page 280-281 reads: 

But as I bent to lift the edge of the carpet, I heard a voice. 

"Kamal, the Muslims believe in the God of Father Abraham, and so do the Jews and the Christians. Why don't you call on the God of Father Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob?"

The voice was so strong, so powerful, so real.

And I knew I would never have thought such thoughts on my own. 

Terrified not to listen, I rushed back to the window and fell on my knees again. I cried out in a loud voice, with every fiber within me, "God of Father Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, if you are real, speak to me! God of Father Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, if you are real, I want to know you!"

Then, for the first time in my life, a miracle happened in front of me. The window brightened until its frame disappeared. The entire room was flooded with light. In this light was overwhelming peace and joy. My heart leapt within me because I knew it was the light of God. 

"Who are you, my Lord?" I cried.

A voice spoke in my heart: "I am that I am."

"What does that mean?" I called out.

"I am the Alpha and the Omega," the voice said. "I have known you since before the foundation of the world."

"My Lord, I will live and die for you!" I said.

"Do not die for me," the voice said. "I died for you that you may live."

At that moment, I knew I met my Christian God. I knew I had met my Creator. There was no turning back.