He wasn’t just a soldier.

An Islamic extremist, he pleaded to be sent to the front lines with Al-Qaeda. He didn’t fear death. He welcomed it. He believed dying in jihad would earn him paradise.

And so, they sent him.

But in the night, something unexpected happened. He began to dream.

Each night, a man in white appeared. He radiated peace. On the second night, the man drew closer.

On the third night, the soldier reached out in his sleep and fell out of bed. Arms still stretched. He awoke with a burning curiosity, weeping.

“Who is this man?”

He asked quietly. Searched quietly. Until one day, he encountered a group of Biglife leaders.

They told him who Jesus is. Not a prophet. Not a dream. The Son of God.

That day, the warrior laid down his fight and gave his life to the One who had pursued him night after night.

Today, he is no longer known for extremism, but for multiplication. He is one of the most faithful disciple-makers Biglife has ever seen—proof that even the hardest hearts will bow at the name of Jesus.