During my fourth week in Shiraz, something happened that changed everything.

I was reading the book of Acts when Sister Nazarin burst into the room, her face pale.

Turn on the television, she said.

Quickly, I turned it on to the state news channel.

My grandfather’s face filled the screen.

He was giving a speech, his voice harsh and angry.

My beloved granddaughter was not kidnapped.

He was saying she was deceived, brainwashed by Christian missionaries who infiltrated our family’s trust.

She has been led astray by lies and propaganda.

But I know my granddaughter’s heart.

She is a good Muslim.

She would never willingly betray her faith.

The camera cut to my mother.

She was crying, holding a recent photograph of me.

“Zara, if you’re watching this, please come home,” she said through her tears.

“We’re not angry.

We know you were tricked.

Just come home and everything will be forgiven.

Well get you the help you need to recover from this psychological attack.

Please, my daughter, come home.

It was a clever strategy.

By claiming I was brainwashed, they avoided admitting that someone from their family had genuinely converted to Christianity.

It preserved the family’s reputation while still appealing to me to return.

And by having my mother make the emotional plea, they hoped to tug at my heartstrings.

But I saw through it.

I knew what help meant.

Deprogramming, re-education, possibly imprisonment in a psychiatric facility.

They would do whatever it took to break me, to force me to recant, to make me a public example of what happened to apostates.

They’re getting desperate.

Sister Nazarin said, “This kind of public appeal means their private search hasn’t found you.

That’s good.

It means our security is holding, but it also meant the pressure was intensifying.

Every Iranian in the country now knew my face.

Every police officer, every revolutionary guard, every government informant was looking for me.

And $5 million was a powerful motivator.

That night, I had another encounter with Jesus.

I was praying in my room when I felt his presence.

Not as dramatic as the first time, but unmistakable.

That same peace, that same certainty that he was near.

I’m scared.

I prayed out loud.

They’re hunting me.

Eventually, they’ll find me.

What do I do? And in my spirit, I heard his voice, not audible, but clear as anything.

Trust me, I have not brought you this far to abandon you.

I have a plan, and my plan is bigger than their plans.

What is your plan? I asked.

Wait, he said.

Soon you will understand.

Soon it will be time to speak.

But not yet.

First you must be prepared.

First you must be ready.

Ready for what? To be my witness.

To tell the world what you have seen.

to declare my glory in Iran.

I felt a mixture of excitement and terror.

Being a witness meant going public.

It meant exposing myself.

It meant becoming a target.

But if that’s what Jesus was calling me to do, then I would do it.

Over the next several weeks, I continued my studies.

Pastor Resa began teaching me more about the vision Jesus had shown me, about revival, about how God moved in history.

He told me stories of great awakenings in other countries.

Wales in 1904, Korea in 1907, China in the 1980s and 90s, Indonesia in the 1960s.

Every time God brings revival, it starts with prayer, Pastor Resa explained.

And it’s always preceded by persecution.

The church is refined through suffering and then when the time is right, God pours out his spirit in power.

Is that what’s happening in Iran? I asked.

Are we being refined through persecution? I believe so.

Pastor Resza said, “For 45 years, the church in Iran has been under pressure.

Thousands have been arrested.

Many have been killed.

But through it all, the church has grown.

We’ve gone from maybe a few thousand believers in 1979 to estimates of over a million today.

And that growth is accelerating.

” A million? I was shocked.

I had no idea there were that many Christians in Iran.

Most are hidden, Pastor Resa said.

like us meeting in homes, secret gatherings, but they’re real, they’re faithful, and they’re praying for the day when they can worship openly, when Iran can be free.

And you think that day is coming? I know it is, Pastor Raza said with conviction, because Jesus told you it was coming.

And when God speaks, his word does not return void.

What he has promised, he will accomplish.

Three months after my escape, David came to me with important news.

We’re moving you again, he said.

But this time it’s not because of danger.

It’s because we want you to see something.

What? The broader network, David said.

You’ve been moving between safe houses, but you haven’t seen the full scope of what God is doing in Iran.

Pastor Reza thinks it’s time you did.

Over the next several weeks, David took me on a journey across Iran.

We traveled in secret, always careful, but I got to see things I’d never imagined.

Underground churches in nearly every major city.

House gatherings with dozens of believers.

Secret baptisms performed in the middle of the night.

Iranians from all backgrounds, young and old, rich and poor, all united in their faith in Jesus.

In Isvahan, I met a former revolutionary guard commander who had converted after Jesus appeared to him in a dream.

In Tabre, I met a woman who had been a radical Muslim but found Christ through an online Bible study.

In Mashad, I met an entire family who had been Muslims for generations, but were now Christians.

Each story was unique, but they all had one thing in common.

Jesus had pursued them.

He had revealed himself.

He had called them out of darkness into light, and they had responded despite the cost.

“Do you see?” Pastor Resza asked me one evening.

We were in a safe house in Kmana after visiting another underground church.

“Do you see what God is doing?” Yes, I said, tears in my eyes.

It’s already happening.

The revival, it’s already begun.

Yes, Pastor Raza agreed.

But it’s still underground, still hidden.

What Jesus showed you in your vision was this same movement, but open public, multiplied a hundred times over.

That’s what’s coming.

That’s what we’re praying toward.

When? I asked.

When will it happen? I don’t know, Pastor Raza said.

But I believe your role is important.

God has given you a platform whether you wanted it or not.

You’re the granddaughter of the Supreme Leader.

When you tell your story publicly, the whole world will pay attention and that attention will shine a light on what God is doing in Iran.

You think I should go public? When the time is right, yes, Pastor Raza said, “But that time isn’t now.

Now, you’re still learning, still growing, still being prepared.

But soon Jesus will tell you when, and when he does, we’ll help you.

6 months after my escape, I was back in Tan, hidden in a safe house I’d never been to before.

The manhunt had died down somewhat.

They were still looking for me, but the intensity had lessened.

My grandfather had stopped making public appeals.

The reward was still offered, but the constant media coverage had faded.

That night, I had the most vivid dream I’d had since my first encounter with Jesus.

In the dream, I was standing in a vast auditorium.

It was filled with people, thousands of them, Iranians, but also people from other nations, all watching me, all listening.

And I was telling my story, speaking into a microphone, declaring what Jesus had done for me, describing the vision he had given me, proclaiming that Iran would be saved.

As I spoke, something miraculous happened.

People began weeping.

They began calling out to Jesus.

They began converting right there in that moment.

Thousands of people all at once turning to Christ.

It was like what happened on the day of Pentecost in the book of Acts.

I woke up with tears streaming down my face.

I knew what the dream meant.

It was time.

Jesus was calling me to step out of hiding to be his witness to tell the world my story.

But how? I was still a fugitive, still hunted.

I couldn’t just hold a press conference or post on social media.

The moment I revealed my location, revolutionary guards would descend on me.

I prayed about it for several days.

And then Pastor Reza came to me with an idea.

There’s a journalist, he said, a Christian journalist who works for an international news organization.

She’s done extensive reporting on religious persecution in Iran.

She’s trustworthy and she has a platform that reaches millions.

You think I should give her an interview? I think you should tell your story, Pastor Raza said.

but on your terms.

Recorded in secret, released to the world all at once.

By the time it goes public, you’ll be in a safe location where they can’t immediately reach you.

And then and then you do what Jesus called you to do.

Pastor Raza said, “You become his witness.

You tell the world what God is doing in Iran.

You call on the Iranian people to turn to Christ.

You proclaim that the Islamic Republic’s days are numbered.

” My heart raced.

It was terrifying.

It was dangerous.

It could get me killed.

But it was also exactly what Jesus had called me to do.

Set up the interview, I said.

I’m ready.

Bookmark WG.

The interview was arranged for 3 weeks later.

It would be recorded in a secret location with only the journalist, her cameraman, and a few trusted members of the underground church present.

The footage would be smuggled out of Iran on encrypted drives and released simultaneously on multiple platforms to prevent it from being taken down.

The journalist’s name was Rachel Morrison.

She was an American who had spent years covering the Middle East.

She had a reputation for being fearless and fair.

When she arrived at the safe house where we would conduct the interview, she embraced me like an old friend.

I’ve been praying for this moment, she said.

When Pastor Raza told me your story, I could barely believe it.

But I also knew it was important.

The world needs to hear what you have to say.

We spent several hours preparing.

Rachel asked me questions to help me organize my thoughts.

She wanted to make sure I was ready for the intensity of what was about to happen.

Once this goes public, she warned, “Your life will never be the same.

You’ll be famous, controversial, celebrated by some, hated by others.

The regime will intensify their efforts to find you, but Christians around the world will rally to support you.

Are you ready for all of that? I don’t know if anyone can truly be ready, I said.

But I know this is what Jesus called me to do.

So, yes, I’m ready.

The interview took place in a room they had set up to look like a neutral space.

No identifying features that could reveal the location, just me sitting in a chair with Rachel across from me.

The camera began recording.

My name is Zara Kam, I said looking directly into the lens.

I am the granddaughter of Ayatollah Ali K, the supreme leader of Iran, and I am here to tell you what happened to me, what changed my life, and what is coming to Iran.

For the next two hours, I told my story, everything.

My life in the compound, my father’s death, Jesus appearing to me, the vision of Iran’s future, my escape, my time in the underground church, my growing faith, the things I had learned about Jesus and Christianity.

Rachel asked thoughtful questions that helped me go deeper.

She challenged me on difficult points.

She made me explain things clearly.

It was exhausting, but also exhilarating.

For the first time, I was speaking freely about my faith.

No hiding, no pretending, just truth.

Near the end of the interview, Rachel asked the most important question.

Zara, what do you want to say to the Iranian people? What’s your message? I took a deep breath.

This was the moment.

This was what Jesus had prepared me for.

I want to say to my fellow Iranians, you have been lied to, I said.

For 45 years, we have been told that the Islamic Republic represents God, that the Supreme Leader speaks for Allah, that obedience to the regime is obedience to heaven.

But it’s all a lie.

I know because I lived inside that lie my entire life.

I saw the corruption, the hypocrisy, the way they used religion to control people while they themselves lived in luxury and power.

I leaned forward, speaking with intensity.

But there is good news.

There is hope.

His name is Jesus Christ.

He is not just a prophet.

He is the son of God.

He died for our sins.

He rose from the dead and he is alive today.

I know this because he appeared to me.

He showed me truth.

He set me free.

And he wants to set all of Iran free.

Tears were streaming down my face now.

But I didn’t stop.

Jesus showed me a vision of Iran’s future.

I saw millions of Iranians coming to faith.

I saw churches being built openly without fear.

I saw the Islamic Republic collapsing, not through violence, but through transformation.

Because when people encounter Jesus, everything changes.

They don’t need the regime anymore.

They don’t fear it anymore.

They have found a better kingdom, a better king.

I wipe my tears and look directly into the camera.

To the Iranian people, I say, “Don’t be afraid.

Turn to Jesus.

He loves you.

He died for you.

He wants to give you life, real life, abundant life, the kind of life the regime could never give you.

And when you do, you’ll be part of the greatest revival in history.

You’ll see Iran transformed.

You’ll see our nation become a light to the Middle East and the world.

And to my family, I continued, my voice breaking.

To my grandfather, to my mother, to everyone I left behind.

I love you.

I didn’t leave because I hate you.

I left because I found truth.

I left because I couldn’t live a lie anymore.

And I’m praying that one day you’ll find what I found.

That you’ll encounter Jesus the way I did.

That you’ll be set free the way I was.

I paused composing myself.

I know you’re looking for me.

I know you want me to come back.

But I can’t.

I won’t because I belong to Jesus now.

And nothing, not family loyalty, not threats, not even death will separate me from his love.

I look back at Rachel.

That’s my message.

That’s my testimony.

Jesus is real.

He appeared to me.

He’s moving in Iran and he’s calling every Iranian to come to him.

The revival is coming.

The transformation is beginning and nothing can stop it.

Rachel nodded, tears in her own eyes.

Thank you, Zara.

That was incredibly powerful.

The camera stopped recording.

I felt drained, but also lighter, like a weight I’d been carrying for months had finally been lifted.

I had done it.

I had told my story.

I had been faithful to what Jesus called me to do.

Now it was in his hands.

The video was released 3 days later.

Pastor Resza and the Underground Church Network had coordinated carefully.

It went live simultaneously on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and multiple Christian news websites.

Within an hour, it had been viewed hundreds of thousands of times.

Within a day, millions.

I watched from a safe house as the video went viral.

I read the comments, the reactions, the debates it sparked.

Christians around the world were celebrating.

This is prophecy being fulfilled.

One comment said, “The great end times harvest is beginning in Iran.

” Others were skeptical.

How do we know this is real? How do we know she’s not being manipulated? But many Iranians were responding with shock and anger.

She’s a traitor.

She’s been brainwashed.

She should be executed.

Yet, there were also Iranians who were curious, who were asking questions, who were saying things like, “If Jesus really appeared to her, I want to know more.

” The regime’s response was swift and furious.

Within hours of the video’s release, my grandfather appeared on state television.

His face was a mask of rage.

“This video is a fabrication,” he declared.

“My granddaughter has clearly been drugged and forced to say these things.

This is a CIA psychological operation designed to destabilize Iran, but it will not work.

We will find those responsible.

We will rescue my granddaughter and we will bring the criminals who did this to justice.

He increased the reward to $10 million.

He ordered house-to-house searches across Tehran.

He mobilized thousands of revolutionary guards to hunt for me.

But something else was happening.

something the regime didn’t anticipate.

Iranians were starting to talk about Jesus on social media.

Despite government censorship, people were sharing the video.

They were debating Christianity.

They were asking questions about this Jesus who allegedly appeared to the Supreme Leader’s granddaughter.

And underground churches were exploding in growth.

Pastor Raza told me that in the week after the video released, their network received hundreds of inquiries from Iranians who wanted to know more about Jesus.

Secret house church gatherings doubled in size.

Baptisms were happening every night.

This is what you saw in your vision, Pastor Raza said, his voice full of awe.

It’s beginning.

The great harvest is beginning.

But there was also increased persecution.

The regime, furious and desperate, cracked down hard on Christians.

Dozens of believers were arrested.

Some were tortured, pressured to reveal the location of others.

Safe houses were raided.

Networks were compromised.

It was a spiritual war and casualties were mounting on both sides.

But the church was growing anyway.

For every believer who was arrested, three new ones came to faith.

The more the regime tried to suppress Christianity, the more it spread.

I felt guilty.

People were suffering because of my testimony, because I had gone public.

But Pastor Raza reminded me of Jesus’s words, “In this world, you will have trouble.

But take heart.

I have overcome the world.

Persecution has always been part of the Christian life.

” Pastor Raza said, “Especially in times of revival.

The enemy fights hardest when he’s losing ground.

But Zara, look at what’s happening.

Look at the fruit of your obedience.

Thousands are coming to Christ.

The gospel is spreading faster than ever before.

Yes, there is persecution, but there is also salvation, and that makes it worth it.

3 months after the video released, something miraculous happened.

A high-ranking government official defected.

He was a member of the Guardian Council, one of the most powerful bodies in the Islamic Republic.

And in his defection statement, he mentioned my video.

I have spent my life serving the Islamic Republic.

He said in a recorded message from an undisclosed location, “I believed we were building God’s kingdom on earth.

But watching Zarak’s testimony, I realized I had been serving a lie.

I too have encountered Jesus Christ, and I can no longer be part of a system that oppresses his people.

” His defection sent shock waves through the regime.

If someone that high up could turn to Christianity, who else might follow? The paranoia within the government became intense.

Officials started suspecting each other.

The unity that had held the Islamic Republic together for decades began to crack.

And still the church grew.

House churches multiplied.

Secret baptisms happened in rivers and lakes across the country.

Christian literature flooded into Iran through underground networks.

The Bible translated into Farsy spread like wildfire despite being illegal.

I received messages through the underground network from Iranians who had come to faith after watching my testimony.

A young woman in Mashad who had attempted suicide but was saved after encountering Jesus.

A former radical Islamist who had plotted terrorist attacks but found peace in Christ.

A teenage boy in Tan who led his entire family to faith.

Each story was a miracle.

Each story was proof that Jesus was doing exactly what he had promised.

He was saving Iran.

A year after my escape, Pastor Raza came to me with an unexpected update.

Your mother has been asking questions, he said carefully.

I felt my heart stop.

What kind of questions? According to our sources inside the compound, she’s been reading the Bible in secret.

She’s been watching Christian content online and she’s been asking trusted servants about Jesus.

Is it a trap? I asked.

The regime was capable of anything.

We don’t think so, Pastor Resza said.

She’s being very careful.

She knows she’s being watched, but from what we can tell, her curiosity is genuine.

Tears filled my eyes.

I had prayed for my mother every single day since I left.

I had begged Jesus to save her.

Could it be possible? Don’t get your hopes up too high, Pastor Resza warned gently.

“It’s a long journey from curiosity to faith, and your mother is in an incredibly difficult position.

If she converts, she loses everything.

her status, her security, possibly her life.

It would take tremendous courage.

But I couldn’t help hoping because with Jesus, nothing was impossible.

If he could save the granddaughter of the Supreme Leader, he could save anyone.

18 months after my escape, another major event occurred.

A massive protest movement erupted across Iran.

It wasn’t organized by any political group.

It wasn’t funded by foreign powers.

It was a spontaneous uprising of ordinary Iranians who were tired of the regime’s oppression.

And Christians were at the forefront, not in a political way.

They weren’t organizing armed resistance, but they were peacefully demonstrating for freedom.

They were holding signs that said Jesus is Lord.

They were singing worship songs in the streets.

They were being the light Jesus called them to be.

The regime tried to crush the protests with violence.

Revolutionary guards opened fire on crowds.

Hundreds were killed.

Thousands were arrested.

But the movement didn’t die.

It grew.

Because you can’t kill an idea.

You can’t arrest a spiritual movement.

You can’t imprison faith.

I watched all of this unfold from various safe houses.

I had become a symbol of the movement even though I wasn’t organizing it.

My face appeared on protest signs.

People chanted my name.

I had become, without intending to, a figurehead for Iranian Christians seeking freedom.

It was overwhelming, terrifying, but also humbling.

Jesus had taken my simple act of obedience, my willingness to tell my story, and he had used it to spark something far bigger than I could have imagined.

Two years after my escape, Pastor Raza came to me with the most shocking news yet.

“Your grandfather is dying,” he said quietly.

I felt a complicated mix of emotions.

grief because he was still my grandfather, but also something like relief.

Not because I wanted him dead, but because his death would mark the end of an era, the end of his iron grip on Iran.

Our sources say it’s cancer.

Pastor Raza continued advanced stage.

He has weeks, maybe months at most.

He’s keeping it secret from the public, but the inner circle knows.

They’re already positioning themselves for the succession.

What about my mother? I asked.

That was my first thought.

She’s still in the compound, still under watch.

But Zara, Pastor Raza paused.

There are rumors that she’s been meeting secretly with a Christian group that she might be on the verge of converting.

My breath caught.

Is it true? We’re trying to verify, Pastor Raza said.

But if it is true, if your mother becomes a Christian, it would be the biggest blow to the regime yet.

the wife of the Supreme Leader’s deceased son, the mother of his granddaughter.

It would be devastating to their credibility.

I spent the next weeks praying intensely for my mother, for her salvation, for her protection, for courage to follow through if Jesus was indeed calling her.

And then one night, I received a message through an encrypted channel.

It was from someone claiming to be my mother.

It said simply, “I believe.

I need help.

Can you get me out?” I showed the message to Pastor Raza.

Could it be a trap? Possibly, he admitted.

But we have ways to verify.

Give me some time.

Over the next several days, the underground church conducted careful verification.

They used code words only my mother would know.

They asked questions about our family life that only she could answer accurately.

They tested and retested.

Finally, Pastor Resa came to me with confirmation.

It’s really her.

Your mother has come to faith.

She’s ready to leave the compound, but it will be incredibly dangerous.

How do we get her out? The same way we got you out, Pastor Resza said, “But more carefully.

She’s watched much more closely than you were.

It will require perfect timing and a lot of prayer.

They planned the extraction for two weeks later.

A trusted servant who was secretly a Christian would help my mother escape during a shift change.

A car would be waiting.

they would drive her out of Tran to a safe location.

The night of the escape, I prayed harder than I’d ever prayed before.

This was my mother, the woman who had raised me, who had lived in the compound her entire adult life, who was now risking everything for Jesus.

Hours passed with no word.

I paced the safe house, unable to sit still.

Had something gone wrong? Had she been caught? Was she even now being interrogated, tortured, forced to reveal the plot? Finally, at 3:00 a.

m.

, my phone buzzed with a message from Pastor Raza.

Your mother is safe.

She’s with our people.

Praise Jesus.

I collapsed to my knees, sobbing with relief and joy.

My mother was safe.

My mother was saved.

Jesus had answered my prayers in a way I’d barely dared to hope for.

Two days later, they brought her to me.

We met in a safe house outside Isvahan.

When I saw her, I ran to her and we embraced, both of us crying.

Zara, she whispered.

You were right.

about everything.

Jesus is real.

He came to me, too, just like he came to you.

And I had to follow him, even if it meant leaving everything behind.

We spent hours talking.

She told me about her journey to faith.

How she had been tormented by questions after my escape.

How she had secretly obtained a Bible and read it cover to cover.

How Jesus had appeared to her in a dream just as he had appeared to me.

“Your grandfather is furious,” she said.

When he discovered I was gone, he went into a rage.

But Zara, he’s also weakening.

The cancer is eating him from the inside.

And more than that, his power is crumbling.

People don’t fear him like they used to.

The whole system is starting to collapse.

Jesus told me it would, I said.

That the Islamic Republic would fall, that Iran would be transformed.

It’s happening, my mother said with wonder in her voice.

I see it now.

The revival you talked about.

It’s really happening.

3 months later, my grandfather died.

The state funeral was massive with hundreds of thousands of people forced to attend.

But even in death, his control was slipping.

Many Iranians refused to mourn.

Some openly celebrated.

The succession was chaotic.

Multiple factions fought for power.

The revolutionary guards tried to install one of their own.

Reformists pushed for change.

Hardliners dug in.

The government was paralyzed by infighting.

And in the midst of the chaos, the church exploded.

With the regime distracted and weakened, Christians became bolder.

They worshiped more openly.

They evangelized more freely.

They baptized new believers by the hundreds.

The revival I had seen in my vision was now undeniable.

Iran was being transformed.

5 years have passed since I escaped the compound.

5 years since Jesus appeared to me and changed everything.

And as I stand here today, I can barely believe what I’m seeing.

Iran is not yet fully free.

The Islamic Republic still exists, though it’s a shadow of what it once was, but that the church is thriving.

Millions of Iranians have come to Christ.

In some cities, Christians now outnumber practicing Muslims.

Underground churches have become above ground churches.

Believers worship openly in parks and public squares.

Christian bookstores have opened in major cities.

The Bible is no longer illegal, though the government still tries to restrict it.

I am no longer in hiding.

After my grandfather’s death, the manhunt for me essentially ended.

The new leadership is too busy fighting each other to worry about one convert.

I’ve been able to travel more freely, though I still take precautions.

My mother and I work together now telling our story, encouraging new believers, helping the church grow.

She’s become a powerful voice for faith and freedom.

When the wife of Moshtaba Kam speaks, people listen.

Other members of my extended family have come to Christ, too.

Two of my cousins, an uncle, even some of the servants from the compound.

The very family that once ruled Iran through Islamic law is now being transformed by Christianity.

The vision Jesus showed me is becoming reality.

Not all at once, not without struggle and setback, but undeniably, inevitably, Iran is changing.

Just last week, I attended a church service in Thran.

not underground, but in an actual building with a cross on top.

2,000 people packed inside worshiping Jesus loudly and joyfully.

The police drove by and did nothing.

They’ve learned that trying to stop the church only makes it grow faster.

After the service, a young woman approached me.

She was maybe 20 years old with bright eyes and a beautiful smile.

“Are you Zara?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I just wanted to thank you,” she said, tears streaming down her face.

I watched your testimony video 3 years ago.

I was suicidal.

I hated my life.

I hated the regime.

I hated everything.

But when I heard you talk about Jesus, something inside me broke open.

I had to know more.

I had to meet this Jesus who appeared to you.

She grabbed my hands.

I gave my life to Christ that night and he saved me, not just spiritually, but literally.

He gave me a reason to live.

He gave me hope.

He gave me joy.

And now I’m studying to be a missionary.

I want to tell other Iranians about Jesus the way you told me.

I hugged her tightly.

Both of us crying.

This was why.

This was why I left everything.

Why I risked everything.

Because Jesus saves.

He transforms.

He gives life.

Stories like hers are everywhere now.

The harvest Jesus promised is happening.

Iran is being saved one person at a time, one family at a time, one city at a time.

Is the transformation complete? No.

There are still revolutionary guards who persecute believers.

There are still laws against conversion.

There are still Christians who suffer and die for their faith.

But the tide has turned.

The momentum has shifted.

What was once a tiny underground movement is now a massive wave that can’t be stopped.

Jesus is building his church in Iran, and the gates of hell will not prevail against it.

I think often about that first night when Jesus appeared to me.

When he stood in my room in blazing light and called me to follow him, when he showed me the vision of Iran’s future.

At the time, it seemed impossible, fantastical, too good to be true.

But God’s promises are not too good to be true.

They’re exactly as good as he says they are.

And he is faithful to fulfill every word he speaks.

To anyone who is reading this, who is considering following Jesus but afraid of the cost, I want to say this, do it.

Follow him no matter what it costs.

Because I promise you, what you gain is infinitely greater than what you lose.

I lost my family, my wealth, my security, my old identity, everything I thought defined me.

But I gained Jesus.

I gained truth.

I gained freedom.

I gained purpose.

I gained eternal life.

And I gained the privilege of watching God move in history, of being part of the greatest revival the world has ever seen, of witnessing prophecy being fulfilled before my eyes.

Iran’s story is not finished.

The best is yet to come.

Jesus told me that this nation would become a light to the Middle East and the world.

That the transformation happening here would inspire similar movements in other Muslim countries.

That a wave of conversions would sweep across the Islamic world.

I believe him.

because everything else he promised has come true.

Why would this be any different? To the church in Iran, I say, be bold.

Be courageous.

The government that once terrorized you is crumbling.

The system that once imprisoned you is failing.

This is your moment.

This is your time.

Shine the light of Jesus without fear.

Tell the gospel without shame.

Make disciples without hesitation.

To Christians around the world, I say, pray for Iran.

Support the believers here.

Send resources, send encouragement, partner with what God is doing.

Because what happens in Iran will affect the entire region.

This is a strategic moment in history.

To Muslims who are searching for truth, I say Jesus loves you.

He died for you.

He wants to save you.

Everything you’ve been taught about him is incomplete.

He’s not just a prophet.

He’s the son of God.

He’s alive.

He’s powerful.

He’s calling you.

Don’t resist.

Don’t delay.

Come to him today.

And to those in power, those who still try to suppress the gospel, I say you’re fighting against God.

And that’s a battle you cannot win.

No government has ever succeeded in stopping Jesus.

Not Rome, not the Soviet Union, not communist China.

And you won’t either.

Your time is ending.

The kingdom of God is advancing.

Surrender to him while you still can.

My name is Zara Kmin.

I am the granddaughter of Iran’s former Supreme Leader.

I am a follower of Jesus Christ.

I am a witness to his power and his faithfulness.

And I am telling you with absolute certainty that Jesus is taking over Iran.

The revival is here.

The transformation is happening.

The prophecy is being fulfilled.

And nothing can stop it.

Because when Jesus builds his church, hell itself cannot prevail against it.

This is not the end of my story.

It’s just the beginning.

Because the God who called me, who saved me, who used me is not finished yet.

He has more for Iran, more for the Middle East, more for the world.

And I’m honored to be a small part of his great plan.

All glory to Jesus Christ, the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the Savior of Iran.

He is worthy.

He is faithful.

He is victorious.

And he is just getting started.

This is my testimony.

This is my story.

And I’m sharing it with you because I want you to know that Jesus is real.

That he still appears to people.

That he still transforms lives.

that he still moves in power.

If you’ve never encountered Jesus, I invite you to seek him.

Read the Gospels, pray, and ask him to reveal himself to you.

He will because he loves you and he wants you to know the truth.

If you’re already a Christian, I encourage you to pray for Iran, for the church, for the millions who are coming to faith.

Partner with what God is doing here because this isn’t just about one nation.

It’s about the advancement of God’s kingdom throughout the earth.

And if you’re an Iranian reading this, especially a Muslim, I want you to know Jesus sees you.

He knows you.

He loves you.

And he’s calling you to himself.

Don’t be afraid of what it might cost.

Because what you’ll gain is worth infinitely more.

My life was changed forever the night Jesus appeared to me.

And he can change your life, too.

All you have to do is call on his name.

Jesus Christ, Savior, Lord, King.

He is real.

He is alive.

He is here.

And he loves you.

 

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