Not in a dramatic, visible way like the first encounter, but in a quiet, steady assurance that I was not alone.

There were times when I could barely stand.

When my body was shaking with exhaustion, when my mind was foggy from sleep deprivation, and I would feel a wave of peace wash over me, a supernatural strength that didn’t come from me.

I would hear whispers in my spirit.

I am with you.

I will never leave you.

No weapon formed against you will prosper.

Sometimes I would sense angels in the room.

I couldn’t see them, but I could feel their presence standing in the corners surrounding me.

I holding back the worst of the darkness.

There was one night, I think it was around day seven, when the interrogation had been particularly brutal.

They had beaten me, not enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to inflict serious pain.

My ribs were bruised, my face swollen, blood dripping from my nose.

They threw me back into my cell and slammed the door.

I collapsed on the concrete floor, unable to move, barely able to breathe.

And in that moment of complete brokenness, I felt Jesus closer than ever.

It was as if he knelt beside me on that filthy floor, as if he wrapped his arms around me and held me while I wept.

I heard his voice in my spirit, clearer than any audible sound.

Barum, I am proud of you.

You are mine.

You are doing exactly what I called you to do.

Do not fear.

I am sustaining you.

And this suffering is not meaningless.

It is producing fruit that will last for eternity.

I wept, not from pain, but from overwhelming gratitude, that the king of the universe would be present with me in that dark, filthy cell, that he would call me his own, that he would count me worthy to suffer for his name.

On the eighth day, they brought in a different interrogator.

I recognized him immediately, a man named Raza, someone I had worked with on intelligence briefings years earlier.

He was known for his psychological expertise, his ability to extract confessions from the most hardened operatives.

He sat across from me in the interrogation room, studying me in silence for a long time.

I must have looked terrible.

I hadn’t showered in over a week.

My face was swollen and bruised.

My hands were shaking from exhaustion.

Uh, but I met his gaze steadily.

You really believe what you’re saying, don’t you? he finally said, his tone almost curious.

“Yes,” I whispered.

My voice was hoarse from the days of questioning and dehydration.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful.

“I’ve been doing this for 20 years,” he said.

“I can usually tell within the first hour whether someone is lying.

” “And you?” He paused, his brow furrowed.

“You’re not lying.

You actually believe you encountered Jesus Christ.

You actually believe you were given a prophetic message.

I nodded slowly because it’s true.

He stood and paced the room, his hands clasped behind his back.

Let me tell you what’s going to happen, he said.

You’re going to stay here until you give us something we can use.

And if you don’t, you’ll be charged with apostasy, espionage, and treason.

Now, do you understand what that means? I nodded.

I knew exactly what it meant.

Execution.

But here’s the thing, he continued, stopping to look at me directly.

I’ve seen a lot of people in this chair.

Political prisoners, spies, traitors, criminals.

Most of them break.

Most of them eventually tell us what we want to know.

He paused.

But you’re different.

You’re not afraid.

Not really, and that bothers me.

He pulled his chair closer and sat down, leaning forward.

“I’m going to give you one chance to walk away from this,” he said quietly.

“Recant.

Say you were confused that you had a psychotic break, that stress caused you to imagine things.

We’ll process you out quietly.

You’ll lose your position, but you’ll keep your life.

You can go home to your family.

” I looked at him and felt a surge of compassion.

He was offering me a way out.

A part of him even seemed to genuinely want me to take it, but I couldn’t.

I can’t recant the truth, I said quietly.

Jesus is real.

He appeared to me.

What he showed me will happen exactly as I described.

I’m sorry, but I can’t deny him.

Not to save my life, not for anything.

Raise aside a look of genuine regret crossing his face.

“Then may God help you,” he said softly and walked out.

The interrogations continued, but they became less intense over the following days.

I think they realized I wasn’t going to break and they didn’t know what to do with me.

I wasn’t giving them actionable intelligence.

I wasn’t confessing to espionage.

I was simply maintaining the same story that I had encountered Jesus that I had been given a prophetic message that I had delivered it faithfully.

They couldn’t understand it.

I didn’t fit their paradigms.

And then on February 28th, everything changed.

I was still in the detention cell when I heard the commotion.

It started as distant shouting, then grew louder.

Guards running through the corridors, alarms blaring, voices raised in panic and confusion.

I sat up on the metal bed frame, my heart pounding.

I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt a strange supernatural calm settle over me.

I closed my eyes and prayed.

Lord, whatever this is, I trust you.

Your will be done.

Hours passed.

No one came to my cell.

The chaos continued.

footsteps, doors slamming, raised voices, but no one explained anything.

Finally, late in the evening, a guard opened my cell door.

His face was pale, his hands shaking slightly.

“Get up,” he said tursly.

He led me through the facility when I noticed that the atmosphere had completely changed.

The guards looked shaken, distracted, afraid.

Something major had happened.

He brought me to a small room with the television.

Several other guards and low-level officials were gathered around it, watching the news in stunned silence.

On the screen, emergency reports were flooding in.

Breaking news banners scrolled across the bottom.

Reporters speaking in urgent, trembling voices.

Air strikes had hit multiple strategic locations across Iran.

precision strikes targeting key infrastructure, military installations, and most significantly a highsecurity compound where Ayatollah Ali Kame had been staying.

The Supreme Leader was dead.

I stood there watching the chaos unfold on the screen, and I felt the weight of the prophecy settling into reality exactly as Jesus had shown me on the date displayed on the screen, February 28th.

The guard who had brought me into the room turned and looked at me, his eyes wide with something between fear and awe.

You knew, he whispered.

You told them this would happen.

You said February 28th.

Word spread quickly through the facility.

The guards began talking among themselves, glancing at me with a mixture of suspicion and superstitious dread.

He predicted the Supreme Leader’s death.

He said it would happen on this exact date.

How could he have known? Within hours, the officials who had been holding me were in a state of confusion and panic.

Some wanted to release me immediately, terrified of what it might mean to continue detaining a man who had accurately predicted the Supreme Leader’s death weeks in advance.

Others wanted to keep me locked up precisely because of that knowledge, viewing me as even more dangerous now that the prophecy had been fulfilled.

Arguments broke out among the officials.

They didn’t know what to do with me.

I was an anomaly that didn’t fit their categories.

For the next several days, I remained in the cell, but the interrogation stopped.

The guards brought me food and water, but avoided making eye contact, as if they were afraid of me.

On March 4th, 6 days after the air strikes, a senior official I had never seen before came to my cell.

He was an older man, gay-bearded, wearing civilian clothes.

“You’re being released,” he said without preamble.

“No charges will be filed.

You will sign a document stating that you were detained for routine questioning and that you were treated appropriately.

And you will not speak publicly about your detention or about your meeting with Moshtaba.

” Do you understand? I nodded.

I understood perfectly.

They wanted me to disappear, to fade into obscurity, to become a non-issue.

If you violate these terms, he continued, “If you speak publicly, if you cause any trouble, you and your family will face severe consequences.

” “Is that clear?” “Yes,” I said quietly.

He handed me my belongings, my clothes, my phone, my wallet, and had me escorted to the exit.

They released me onto a side street on the outskirts of Tyrron in the middle of the night.

No explanation, no apology, just a warning to disappear and keep my mouth shut.

I stood on that dark street breathing the cold night air, feeling the overwhelming reality of freedom after 3 weeks in captivity.

And I knew exactly what I had to do next.

I I couldn’t go home.

Not yet.

It wasn’t safe.

If I returned to my apartment, they could easily find me and rearrest me on different charges.

And I couldn’t put Leila and the children at risk.

I made my way to a safe location, a contact within the underground church network that I had reached out to in the weeks before my arrest.

They had been praying for me.

When I showed up at their door, they wept, embraced me, thanked God for my release.

Over the next several days, they helped me make contact with other believers who specialized in helping people escape Iran.

There is a network, an underground railroad of sorts that helps Christians and other persecuted individuals get across the borders to safety.

It took weeks of dangerous travel.

Moving at night, hiding during the day, crossing through mountain passes, bribing border guards, praying at every step that we wouldn’t be caught.

There were close calls, times when we had to hide for hours while patrols passed nearby.

Times when I thought we would be discovered, arrested, sent back.

But God protected us every step of the way.

He made a way where there seemed to be no way.

And finally, after weeks of travel, I made it across the border into safety.

I am now in an undisclosed location outside Iran.

I cannot reveal where I am for security reasons, but I am safe.

I am free.

And I am fulfilling the commission Jesus gave me to share this testimony with the world.

Since my escape, I’ve been in regular contact with believers still inside Iran through secure channels.

And what they’re telling me confirms everything I saw in the vision.

The spiritual awakening is accelerating at an unprecedented pace.

In the chaos following the Supreme Leader’s death and Moab Kamei’s rise to power on March 9th, something unexpected is happening across Iran.

The political instability, the economic pressure, the uncertainty about the future, all of it is creating a spiritual hunger that is driving people to search for truth.

And into that vacuum, Jesus is moving with supernatural power.

Reports are flooding in from all over the nation.

Dreams, visions, miraculous healings, supernatural encounters that defy natural explanation.

A pastor I’m in contact with in Thran told me that his house church, which used to have about 15 regular members, now has over 60 people attending with new believers coming every week.

And they’ve had to split into multiple groups meeting in different locations just to accommodate everyone.

He described one recent convert, a young man who had been a committed member of the Basiji, the volunteer paramilitary organization loyal to the regime.

This young man had participated in crackdowns against protesters, had enforced moral codes in the streets, had been a zealous defender of the Islamic Republic.

But one night he had a dream.

In the dream, Jesus appeared to him and said, “You have been persecuting me, but I love you and I am calling you to follow me.

” The young man woke up trembling, unable to shake the dream.

He started searching online for information about Jesus.

He found a underground Christian contact.

Within two weeks, he had surrendered his life to Christ and been baptized.

But now he’s using his insider knowledge of the Bay to help protect house churches from raids, warning them when crackdowns are planned.

Another believer in Mashad, one of Iran’s most religious cities, home to a major shrine, told me about a wave of dreams sweeping through the city.

She said that in the past month alone, she has personally spoken with over 20 people who have had supernatural encounters with Jesus in their sleep.

These are ordinary Iranians, shopkeepers, students, housewives, taxi drivers who have never read a Bible, never met a Christian, never been exposed to the gospel.

But Jesus is appearing to them directly, calling them by name, revealing himself in ways they cannot deny.

She described one woman, a devout Muslim in her 50s who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca twice.

You who had a vision of Jesus standing in her bedroom.

He told her, “I am the way, the truth, and the life.

Come to me.

” The woman woke up weeping.

She had no idea what to do with the experience.

She couldn’t talk to her imam about it.

He would have condemned her.

She couldn’t tell her family.

They would have thought she was possessed.

But she started secretly searching for answers.

She found a digital copy of the Bible.

She read the Gospels.

And as she read, she encountered the same Jesus who had appeared to her in the vision.

She surrendered her life to Christ and is now part of an underground house church.

Learning to follow Jesus despite the risks.

These stories are multiplying across the nation.

In Isvahan, a group of university students started a secret Bible study in a dormatory.

Within weeks, it grew from five students to over 30.

They’re now meeting in shifts because they can’t all fit in one room.

In Shiraz, an underground pastor told me that they recently held a secret baptism service for 18 new believers in a river outside the city.

They had to do it at night with lookouts posted to watch for authorities.

But the joy on the faces of those new believers, the pastor said, was indescribable.

In Bris, a former Revolutionary Guard officer, encountered Jesus in a vision while recovering from injuries sustained in a military operation.

He described seeing Jesus standing at the foot of his hospital bed, radiating love and power.

The officer fell to his knees as much as his injuries allowed, and surrendered his life to Christ.

He’s now secretly discipling other military personnel who are questioning their allegiance to the regime.

Even more remarkably, there are reports of conversions among the clergy.

I’ve heard credible accounts of imams and religious teachers who have encountered Jesus in dreams and are now secret believers, continuing to function in their roles while privately studying the Bible and wrestling with how to navigate their new faith.

One such imam made contact with underground church leaders seeking guidance.

He described decades of feeling empty despite his religious devotion of going through the motions while feeling spiritually dead inside.

When Jesus appeared to him, he said it was like coming alive for the first time.

He’s still serving publicly as an imam while privately working to subtly point people toward Jesus through his teaching, planting seeds that he prays will bear fruit.

The regime is aware that something is happening.

There have been increased crackdowns, more arrests of suspected Christians, more surveillance of religious minorities.

But they can’t stop it because this isn’t being driven by Western missionaries or political organizations.

This is the Holy Spirit moving sovereignly across the nation, drawing people to Jesus through supernatural means that no government can control.

You can arrest people who distribute Bibles, but you can’t arrest Jesus when he appears in someone’s dream.

You can shut down house churches, but you can’t shut down the work of the Holy Spirit.

You can monitor internet activity, but you can’t prevent God from speaking directly into people’s hearts.

Moshabakani is now sitting in the seat of ultimate power as supreme leader.

I don’t know if he remembers our conversation.

I don’t know if he’s connected the dots between my warning and the events that followed, but I pray for him every day.

I pray that the seed planted in that room will take root.

I pray that God will pursue him relentlessly.

That he will encounter Jesus in a way he cannot deny.

That even in his resistance, grace will break through.

Because here’s the truth that I’ve come to understand more deeply than ever.

God loves Iran.

He loves the Persian people with an everlasting love.

He has not forgotten them.

He has not abandoned them.

And he is in the process of writing a story of redemption that will astonish the world.

If you’re watching this testimony right now, it’s not by accident.

Whether you’re in Iran or anywhere else in the world, you the fact that you’re hearing these words is part of God’s sovereign plan.

Maybe you’re Iranian and you felt a strange pull toward Jesus, but didn’t know why.

Maybe you’ve had dreams that you couldn’t explain.

Visions of a man in white, a presence of overwhelming love, a voice calling your name.

Maybe you’ve been searching for truth in a world full of lies, and nothing you’ve tried has satisfied the hunger in your soul.

Let me tell you, Jesus is calling you right now.

In this moment, he is drawing you to himself.

He sees you.

He knows you.

He knows every secret you’ve ever kept, every sin you’ve ever committed, every wound you’ve ever carried.

And he loves you anyway.

Not because of what you’ve done or haven’t done, but simply because you are his creation, made in his image, precious in his sight.

You don’t have to clean up your life first.

You don’t have to become religious or perform rituals or prove yourself worthy.

You just have to come to him honestly, just as you are, and say, “Jesus, I need you.

That’s it.

That’s the beginning.

Jesus said, “Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

” He’s not looking for perfect people.

He’s looking for honest people who recognize their need for a savior.

If you’re a believer watching from another part of the world, I want you to understand something critical.

What’s happening in Iran right now is not just about Iran.

It’s a preview of what God wants to do globally.

He is not finished with the Muslim world.

He is not intimidated by political regimes, religious systems or ideological strongholds.

He is moving in power and he’s inviting you to partner with him through prayer.

Pray for Iran.

Pray specifically, persistently, faithfully.

Pray for the underground church for protection, for boldness, for wisdom, for supernatural provision.

Pray for new believers who are risking everything to follow Christ.

That they would be strengthened, that they would find community, that they would grow deep roots in their faith.

Pray for families who have been divided because of the gospel, for reconciliation, for softened hearts, for breakthrough.

Pray for government officials and religious leaders that they would encounter Jesus just as I did that scales would fall from their eyes that they would see the truth and surrender.

Pray for Moabakam specifically.

Pray that the warning he received will haunt him in the best way possible and pray that God will pursue him relentlessly.

That he will have no peace until he bows his knee to Christ.

Because nothing is impossible with God.

No heart is too hard.

No stronghold is too fortified.

No darkness is too deep.

The same Jesus who appeared to me in Tehran can appear to anyone anywhere at any time.

The same spirit who is moving across Iran can move across your city, your neighborhood, your family.

Don’t underestimate what God wants to do through your prayers.

I want to end this testimony by sharing the promise that Jesus gave me at the end of the vision.

After showing me everything that was coming to Iran, the awakening, the conversions, the transformation, he said this, “What I am doing in Iran is only the beginning.

I am raising up a generation of Persian believers who will carry the gospel to the ends of the earth.

Iran will not just be a receiving nation.

It will become a sending nation.

The very country that was once a stronghold of darkness will become a beacon of light to the nations.

” I saw it in the vision.

I saw Iranian missionaries going to unreached people groups in Central Asia to close nations in the Middle East to hard places where Western missionaries cannot go.

I saw them preaching the gospel with boldness, performing miracles in Jesus’ name, planting churches and leading multitudes to Christ.

I saw Persian believers using their language skills, their cultural understanding, their insider knowledge to reach people groups that have been isolated from the gospel for centuries.

I saw Iran transformed not through political revolution and not through military intervention, not through Western influence, but through the unstoppable, uncontainable supernatural power of the gospel.

I saw a day when Thrron would be filled with churches openly worshiping Jesus.

When the streets that once echoed with chants of death to America would echo with songs of praise to the King of Kings.

I saw Iranian youth, this generation that has grown up under oppression that has been fed lies and propaganda, encountering Jesus and becoming radical disciples sold out completely to his kingdom.

And I saw the ripple effects spreading beyond Iran’s borders.

I saw the awakening in Iran inspiring believers in other Muslim majority nations.

I saw secret believers in Saudi Arabia, in Pakistan, in Afghanistan, in Turkey gaining courage from what God is doing in Iran.

I I saw a wave of salvation sweeping across the Middle East that would reshape the spiritual landscape of the entire region.

This is what’s coming.

This is the promise.

This is the reality that no regime, no ideology, no power on earth can prevent.

And I also saw something else, something sobering and important.

I saw the day when Moabak himself would stand before Jesus and give an account.

I don’t know how that story ends.

I don’t know if he will bow his knee in surrender during this life or in judgment after death.

But I know that he will bow.

Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.

That’s the ultimate reality.

That’s the final word.

No matter what happens in the short term, no matter how chaotic things look, no matter how much the enemy rages, Jesus wins.

His kingdom cannot be shaken.

His purposes cannot be thwarted.

His love never fails.

So I leave you with this encouragement.

Don’t be afraid of what you see happening in the news.

Don’t be discouraged by the chaos, the violence, the instability, the uncertainty.

God is at work.

He is shaking everything that can be shaken so that what cannot be shaken will remain.

And his kingdom, the kingdom of love, truth, grace, and righteousness cannot be shaken.

If you want to surrender your life to Jesus right now, I want to lead you in a prayer.

You can pray this out loud or silently in your heart.

God hears either way.

Pray with me.

Jesus, I believe you are the son of God.

I believe you died for my sins and rose from the dead.

I confess that I am a sinner in need of a savior.

I have tried to live life my own way and it has left me empty.

I renounce every lie, every false god, every allegiance that has kept me from you.

I surrender my life to you completely right now in this moment.

I ask you to forgive me, to wash me clean, to fill me with your Holy Spirit, and to make me a new creation.

I am yours, Lord.

Lead me, guide me, use me for your glory.

I trust you with my life, my family, my future, everything in Jesus’ name.

Amen.

If you prayed that prayer sincerely, welcome to the family of God.

You are now a child of the king.

You have been transferred from the kingdom of darkness into the kingdom of light.

You are forgiven.

You are loved.

You are free.

Your life will never be the same.

Now, here’s what you need to do next.

Find a Bible and start reading.

I recommend starting with the Gospel of John.

Read it slowly, prayerfully, asking the Holy Spirit to illuminate the truth for you.

See to connect with other believers.

Don’t try to walk this journey alone.

Find a community of Christ followers who can support you, disciple you, and help you grow.

If you’re in a dangerous location where being a Christian could cost you your freedom or your life, be wise.

Find underground networks of believers.

Be cautious about who you trust, but don’t isolate yourself.

You need spiritual family.

Start praying.

Talk to God like he’s your father, because he is.

Pour out your heart to him.

Ask him for wisdom, for strength, for guidance.

He will answer.

And remember, you were chosen for this moment.

You weren’t saved by accident.

God has a purpose for your life that is bigger and more beautiful than you can imagine right now.

He is going to use you to reach others.

Your testimony matters.

Your story matters.

Your the transformation he is working in you will become a light that draws others to him.

Trust the process.

Trust his timing.

Trust his love.

My name is Baham.

I was an intelligence officer in the Islamic Republic of Iran for 18 years.

I had access to classified secrets, sat in rooms where policy was made, briefed officials who now run the country.

But all of that means nothing compared to what I have now.

I encountered Jesus Christ in a vision that shattered my world and rebuilt it on the foundation of truth.

I was given a prophetic message about Iran’s future.

A message so specific that I was commanded to warn MBA before he became supreme leader.

I delivered that warning.

I was arrested, interrogated, tortured for 21 days.

But the prophecy came to pass exactly as Jesus showed me.

On February 28th, the Supreme Leader was killed.

On March 9th, Moaba assumed power.

And now the spiritual awakening I saw in the vision is unfolding across Iran at a pace that exceeds even what I imagined.

Iran is being transformed.

The regime cannot stop it.

The persecution cannot silence it.

The darkness cannot overcome it.

Jesus is moving in power.

Millions are encountering him.

The underground church is exploding with growth.

And this is only the beginning.

I stand before you now as a witness to the unstoppable power of the gospel.

As living proof that God keeps his promises, as evidence that no government, no ideology, no stronghold is beyond the reach of God’s grace.

Iran belongs to Jesus.

Its people are being called out of darkness into his marvelous light.

And the nation that was once known for terrorism and oppression will become known for producing some of the most passionate, committed, worldchanging followers of Christ the world has ever seen.

This is the promise.

This is the vision.

This is what’s coming.

And you have been chosen to be part of the story.

Will you answer the

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