This riveting story of what turned out to be a poor choice for a beautiful, but rejected and emotionally needy young  woman is “must reading” for both men and women in the Church today.  It is very well written and extremely informative.”  --Doris Wagner, Co-founder of International Society of Deliverance Ministers 

Forward for "Vow of Deception"

By: Gwen R. Shaw, TH D., D.D.

     Have you ever asked yourself, “I wonder what is behind that black veil, walking down the street?”

     I can give you the answer: A prisoner! A poor, suffering, prisoner.
  

     The first time I saw one of “those” was on a street in Mumbai (then called Bombay), India. I just stared with my mouth wide open. How could she live like that? How can she see where she is going? She must be almost blind by that black veil over her eyes! And how can she bear the stifling heat? I was suffering in my cool cotton dress. This woman was covered from head to foot. She couldn’t possibly feel a breeze.

          She may not even know she is a prisoner. She has been trained, brainwashed, since childhood. Her mother never left the house without her covering. Neither did her grandmother, or aunts, or any woman of her culture. If she tried to break the tradition, she would suffer even more than she was suffering now.

          I have been in the homes of these women. Sat and drank tea with them, chatted with them, admired their handiwork, and prayed for their sick children in Jesus’ name. They have invited me and the publisher’s mother, Victoria Mall, to come into their home and pray for their children when they were sick, because they had discovered that when none of their imams, or magic charms and formulas could help, that’s when Victoria prayed, her God, Jesus, always did miracles. So they waited until their husbands were gone for the day, and that was when we were invited “for tea.”

          They are beautiful women (inside and outside). They were gentle, and kind and hospitable. I have wept many tears for my Moslem sisters.  I know that somewhere, deep in their hearts, they want to know my Jesus. They are not rebels. They are not terrorists; they are women like me, and the author, who is also my friend.

           She opens her heart to speak truth, and by opening her heart, she opens the door into the world of “the women in black.” 

          You will be captivated by this book. It takes great courage to write what you are going to read. You won’t want to stop reading a book that “tells it all”, and “tells it like you have never heard it before.”

          The author and I made a pilgrimage to India together. We laughed together, we cried together, and we shared the platform in different cities. My life in the nations helps me to understand why she did what she did. She did it for the love of one man, Mohammed, her husband. She experienced a love so great that most of you couldn’t begin to understand, unless you loved like she did. Every moment she was absent from him, her heart ached with a pain, a pain so great, that even a piercing sword could not be worse. And for that, she became his “love-slave”, and would live where ever and however, he wanted her to live, and wear what he wanted her to wear. For, to be separated, from him, every moment was an hour of agony.

          But the sad day came when she had a brutal awakening, and discovered that a one-way love was not strong enough to keep them together. And, in her sorrow and grief, another “Old Love” came back and told her He had loved her all the time that she had rejected Him, and sought for love in another’s arms. With a broken heart, she came back to the Lover of her soul. And, only then, did she find what she had been looking for all the time: True Love!

          But in her long journey, the author learned many lessons. She was allowed to walk this Prodigal Journey, so she could come back home, and tell all you young women who are looking for love—be careful! Do not be deceived by the Vow of Deception, for you could be walking right into a woman’s prison. You might never come out of it all the rest of your life. 

            One day, some years ago, I was at the border of Pakistan and Afghanistan, near Kandahar, sitting at a bus station, waiting for a bus to take me back to a town in Pakistan. Across from me sat a young woman, a Pakistani Moslem woman, two small Pakistani children, and a Pakistani man. I asked the light skinned woman where she was from. She told me she was from Canada. I asked her what she was doing here. She told me that she had met her husband in the University they were attending; she had fallen in love with him, and married him. He brought her back to his country, and home. Then she discovered he had another wife and children. She was his second wife. What could I say? I could just imagine the lies, the false promises, the exaggerated picture of family wealth, and all that she had believed when this young man with the beautiful brown eyes looked into hers, and captured her soul, making her one more victim of a Vow of Deception.

Gwen R. Shaw, TH D., D.D.

Founder and President

End-Time Handmaidens, Inc.

P.O. Box 447

Jasper, AR 72641 U.S.A.