Source: Frontiers USA, December 3, 2025
I knew as soon as my husband’s phone rang that something was wrong. We never received calls so late at night. “Who is it?” I asked.
Henry read from his screen. “Hakim.”
It took me a moment to place the name. Hakim was a Muslim-background believer my husband had befriended in a previous host country. But we’d moved away years ago. “Have you kept in touch?”
Henry shook his head as he answered. “Hello?”
Though his voice was muffled, I heard Hakim apologize for calling at such a late hour. “I need help. And when I prayed, your family came to mind.”