I was not used to this kind of physical exertion, but I pushed through the pain.

Every step was taking me further from my old life and closer to freedom.

We walked in single file following Kazem through the darkness.

Sometimes the path was so narrow that one wrong step would send you tumbling down the side of the mountain.

I prayed constantly as I walked.

I prayed for strength.

I prayed for protection.

I prayed that Jesus would get me across this border safely.

Several times I almost gave up.

My body wanted to quit.

My mind was telling me to turn back.

But every time I thought about stopping, I remembered the vision Jesus had shown me.

I remembered seeing myself speaking to the camera and telling my story to the world.

I remembered the purpose I had been given, and I kept walking.

Around midnight, we heard voices in the distance.

Kazem immediately signaled for everyone to get down and be quiet.

We all dropped to the ground and tried to make ourselves invisible.

Through the darkness, I could see lights moving on a path below us.

It was a border patrol, Iranian soldiers with flashlights and guns searching for people trying to cross illegally.

We stayed frozen on the ground for what felt like an hour, but was probably only 10 minutes.

The patrol passed by without seeing us.

Kazem waited until their lights disappeared completely before signaling us to move again.

We got up and continued walking.

My heart was racing.

We had come so close to being caught.

If those soldiers had found us, I would be in prison right now or dead.

But Jesus had protected us.

He had hidden us in the darkness just like he promised he would.

We kept climbing higher into the mountains.

The air got colder and thinner.

I was exhausted beyond anything I had ever felt, but I could not stop.

Around 3:00 in the morning, Kazem stopped and pointed ahead.

He said, “That is Turkey.

We are across.

” I looked and saw lights from a small Turkish village in the valley below.

We had made it.

We had actually made it.

I fell to my knees and thanked Jesus.

I thanked him for protecting me.

I thanked him for getting me across.

I thanked him for being faithful to his word.

We walked down the other side of the mountain into Turkey.

Kazem took us to a safe house in a border town where other Iranian refugees were staying.

He collected the rest of his payment and left.

I never saw him again.

I was in Turkey now, but I was not safe yet.

I was an illegal refugee with no papers and no status.

I had to figure out my next steps, but first, I needed to rest.

I found a corner in the safe house and collapsed on the floor.

I slept for almost 12 hours straight.

When I woke up, it was late afternoon.

I checked my Iranian phone and saw dozens of missed calls and messages.

My wife had been trying to reach me.

My children had been calling.

The mosque council had been calling.

I turned off the phone and took out the SIM card.

I could not contact any of them.

Not yet.

It was not safe.

I spent the next few days in that safe house trying to figure out what to do next.

I connected with eight organizations that helped refugees.

I registered with the UN refugee agency.

I started the long process of trying to get legal status in Turkey.

But while I was doing all of this, I kept thinking about the warning Jesus had given me.

He had told me to speak.

He had told me to warn people.

He had told me to tell the world what was coming to Iran.

I knew I could not stay silent.

I had to record my message.

I had to send my warning, even if it meant putting myself in even more danger.

I spent 2 weeks in that safe house in the Turkish border town trying to adjust to my new reality.

Every morning, I woke up and for a few seconds, I forgot where I was.

Then, reality would crash down on me.

I was no longer Imam Hussein Kashani.

I was no longer a respected religious leader in Tehran.

I was now a refugee hiding in a foreign country with nothing but the clothes on my back and a mission from Jesus that I did not fully understand how to complete.

The safe house was crowded with other Iranian refugees.

Some were political dissidents running from the regime.

Some were young people who just wanted freedom.

And some, like me, were Muslims who had converted to Christianity and had to flee before they were killed.

We did not talk much about our stories.

Everyone understood that the less you knew about other people, the safer everyone was.

But at night, when the lights were off and everyone was trying to sleep, I could hear people crying quietly.

I could hear them whispering prayers.

I could hear the sound of broken hearts trying to process the cost of freedom.

During those 2 weeks, I spent most of my time praying and reading my Bible.

I was still very new to following Jesus.

I had so many questions about what it meant to be a Christian.

I read the Gospels over and over trying to understand who Jesus really was and what he expected from me.

I read about his disciples and how they had also left everything to follow him.

Peter left his fishing business.

Matthew left his tax collector job.

They all walked away from their old lives to follow Jesus and most of them ended up being killed for it.

I realized that I was in good company.

I was walking the same path that followers of Jesus had been walking for 2,000 years.

The path of sacrifice and suffering and total surrender.

It was not an easy path, but it was the only path worth walking.

I also spent time thinking about my family back in Tehran.

I wondered how they were doing.

I wondered if they knew yet that I was not coming back.

I wondered what they were thinking and feeling.

The guilt was crushing sometimes.

But then, I would remember what Jesus had told me.

He said my family was safer in his hands than in mine.

I had to trust that.

After 2 weeks in the border town, I moved to a larger city in Western Turkey.

I cannot tell you which city for security reasons.

But it was a place where many Iranian refugees lived.

There was a small underground community of Iranian Christians there who helped new believers get settled.

They helped me find a small room to rent in a cheap apartment building.

They connected me with people who could give me odd jobs to earn money.

They invited me to secret house church meetings where we would worship Jesus and study the Bible together.

These people became my new family.

They understood what I was going through because they had all been through similar experiences.

They had all left everything behind to follow Jesus.

They had all paid a high price for their faith.

And they were all living with the same mixture of joy and sorrow that I was feeling.

Joy because we had found the truth.

Sorrow because of what it cost us to find it.

It was in one of these house church meetings that I met a man named Davout.

He was about my age and had been a Muslim cleric in Tabriz before he converted to Christianity 5 years earlier.

He had escaped to Turkey just like I had and now he spent his time helping other Iranian converts adjust to their new lives.

Davout and I became close friends very quickly.

We would meet for tea several times a week and talk about theology and scripture and our experiences with Jesus.

He helped me understand the Bible better.

He answered my questions.

He encouraged me when I was discouraged.

And he was the first person I told about the visions Jesus had given me.

I told him about the prophecy of Khamenei being killed in an airstrike.

I told him about the fire falling from heaven.

I told him that Jesus had said it would happen soon.

Davout listened carefully and did not interrupt.

When I finished, he sat quietly for a long time just thinking.

Then, he said something I will never forget.

He said if Jesus had given me a specific prophetic word like that, then I had a responsibility to share it.

He said I could not keep it to myself.

He said the whole reason Jesus showed me these things was so I could warn people.

I knew Davout was right, but I was afraid.

I was afraid of what would happen if I spoke publicly.

I was afraid the Iranian regime would hunt me down and kill me.

I was afraid they would hurt my family even more.

I was afraid people would think I was crazy or liar.

But Davout kept pushing me.

He said fear was a tool of the enemy.

He said if I let fear control me, then I would never accomplish what Jesus had called me to do.

He said I needed to step out in faith and trust that God would protect me.

We prayed together and asked Jesus to show me what to do.

And that night, Jesus appeared to me again.

This was the third time I saw him since that first night in my study in Tehran.

I was lying on the thin mattress in my small rented room when the room filled with light.

Jesus was standing there just like before.

He said it was time.

He said I needed to record my message and send it to Iran.

He said I should not worry about my safety or my family.

He said he would handle all of that.

My only job was to obey.

The next day, I told Davout that I was ready.

He helped me figure out how to do it.

We decided I would record a video message explaining who I was and what had happened to me.

I would tell the story of how Jesus appeared to me.

I would share the prophecy about Khamenei.

I would call on Muslims in Iran to turn from Islam and follow Jesus.

And then, we would upload the video to social media and send it to Iranian news channels and religious websites.

Davout said it would spread quickly because Iranians were hungry for this kind of content.

He said thousands of people were questioning Islam and searching for answers.

He said my testimony as a former Imam would carry a lot of weight.

We borrowed a decent camera from someone in the house church.

We set it up in Davout’s apartment because the lighting was better there.

I sat in a chair facing the camera.

Davout stood behind it ready to press record.

I took a deep breath and said a silent prayer.

Then I nodded and he pressed the button.

I spoke in Farsi directly to the camera.

I said my name is Hossein Kashani and until 2 months ago, I was the lead Imam at Javadiyeh Mosque in Tehran.

I said I am recording this message from outside Iran because if I was still in the country, I would be dead by now.

Then, I told my story.

I told about the emptiness I felt as an Imam.

I told about the night I cried out to God for truth.

I told about Jesus appearing to me in my study.

I described what he looked like and what he said.

I told about the visions he showed me.

And then, I shared the prophecy.

I said Jesus showed me that Ali Khamenei would be killed in a strike from the sky.

I said it would be a joint operation by America and Israel.

I said fire would fall on his compound and he would die along with members of his family.

I said Jesus told me this was the judgment of God on a man who had shed innocent blood for decades.

I said I did not know exactly when it would happen, but Jesus said it would be soon.

I warned everyone watching that the Islamic Republic state is numbered.

I said the regime that pretended to speak for God was actually an enemy of God and that judgment was coming.

Then, I spoke directly to Muslims across Iran.

I said I know what you are feeling because I felt the same thing.

I said I know the emptiness of Islamic prayers and the burden of trying to earn Allah’s favor through good works.

I said I know the fear that controls everything in the Islamic Republic.

But I said there is another way.

His name is Jesus.

He is not who the Quran says he is.

He is not just a prophet.

He is the son of God.

He is God in human flesh.

He died on the cross to pay for your sins.

He rose from the dead to prove he has power over death.

And he is calling you right now to come to him.

I said you do not have to earn his love.

You cannot earn his love.

He loves you already.

He died for you already.

All you have to do is surrender your life to him and ask him to save you.

I said if you call on the name of Jesus, he will answer you just like he answered me.

I said he is appearing to thousands of Iranians in dreams and visions right now.

I said a great revival is coming to Iran and nothing the regime does can stop it.

The video was about 20 minutes long.

When I finished, I was exhausted emotionally.

Davout stopped the recording and we both sat in silence for a while.

He said it was powerful.

He said it would impact many lives.

We spent the rest of that day editing the video and preparing it for upload.

We created accounts on multiple platforms using fake names and VPN connections to hide our location.

Then, late that night, we uploaded the video simultaneously to YouTube, Telegram, Instagram, and Facebook.

We sent links to Iranian news websites and exile media organizations.

Then, we waited to see what would happen.

Within hours, the video started spreading.

By the next morning, it had a thousands of views.

By the afternoon, it had tens of thousands.

Iranian exile news channels picked it up and wrote articles about it.

People were sharing it across social media.

The regime controlled media in Iran condemned it immediately.

They called me a traitor and an apostate.

They said I was an agent of Israel and America.

They said I had been bribed to make false claims against the supreme leader.

But ordinary Iranians were watching and many were responding.

My phone started getting messages through encrypted apps.

People I did not know were reaching out thank me for my testimony.

Some said they had been having dreams about Jesus, too.

Some said they wanted to know more about Christianity.

Some said they were ready to give their lives to Christ.

But the backlash was also severe.

Within 3 days of the video being posted, the Iranian government issued an official statement condemning me.

They declared me an apostate from Islam which carries a death sentence.

They accused me of spreading lies and propaganda against the Islamic Republic.

They said anyone who helped me or supported me would be considered an accomplice.

And then the worst part happened.

They went after my family.

My wife was arrested and taken in for questioning.

They interrogated her for hours asking where I was and how to contact me.

She told them the truth which was that she did not know.

She said I had told her I was going to Mashhad and then I just disappeared.

They did not believe her.

They accused her of helping me escape.

They accused her of being a Christian, too.

They kept her in detention for 3 days before releasing her.

My oldest son was also arrested.

They beat him and tortured him trying to get information about me.

He had no information to give because I had not told him anything.

But they did not care.

They wanted to punish my family to send a message to anyone else who might think about leaving Islam.

My daughter’s engagement was broken off.

Her fiance’s family wanted nothing to do with us anymore.

We were now considered traitors and apostates and nobody wanted to be associated with that.

My youngest son was expelled from school.

The principal said they could not have the son of an apostate attending their institution.

My wife lost her job.

Her employer fired her because of the scandal.

Within a week of my video being released, my entire family’s life had been destroyed.

They lost their income, their reputation, their future.

All because of what I did.

When I heard about what was happening to them, I broke down completely.

I cried for hours.

I felt like the worst person in the world.

I had destroyed the lives of the people I loved most.

I had brought suffering on innocent people who had done nothing wrong.

The guilt was unbearable.

I wanted to die.

I thought about turning myself into the Iranian authorities.

Maybe if I surrendered, they would leave my family alone.

But told me to stop me.

He said that would not help anyone.

He said the regime would kill me and continue punishing my family anyway.

He said the only thing I could do was trust that Jesus would take care of them.

Over the following weeks and months, more news came from Iran about my family.

My wife and children were under constant surveillance.

Intelligence agents followed them everywhere.

Their phones were tapped.

Their home was searched multiple times.

Some of my extended family members were also arrested and questioned.

My brother-in-law was held for 2 weeks in Evin prison.

He was tortured and beaten.

When he was finally released, he was a broken man.

All of this was happening because of me.

Because I had obeyed Jesus and spoken the truth.

I struggled with tremendous guilt and doubt during this time.

I questioned whether I had made the right choice.

I questioned whether God really cared about my family like he said he would.

I questioned everything, but every time I fell into despair, Jesus would meet me again, sometimes in dreams, sometimes in visions, sometimes just in a strong sense of his presence.

He kept reminding me that he was in control.

He kept showing me that my family was in his hands.

He kept telling me that their suffering was not in vain and that he would use it for his glory.

Then in late 2024, something began to shift in Iran.

The tensions between Iran and Israel escalated dramatically.

There were attacks and counterattacks.

The rhetoric from both governments became more and more hostile.

The United States got involved and started making threats against the Iranian regime.

Intelligence reports suggested that Iran was getting very close to having nuclear weapons.

Israel made it clear they would not allow that to happen.

Throughout all of this, I watched from Turkey with my heart pounding.

I remembered the vision Jesus had shown me.

I remembered the missiles streaking through the sky.

I remembered Khamenei’s compound in flames.

I knew it was coming.

I did not know when exactly, but I knew it was close.

I started praying more intensely.

I prayed for Iran.

I prayed for my family.

I prayed for the Iranian people who would be affected by what was coming.

And I prayed that when it happened, people would remember my warning and turn to Jesus.

As 2024 turned into 2025, the situation got worse.

There were rumors of Israeli special forces operating inside Iran.

There were mysterious explosions at Iranian nuclear facilities.

The Iranian government blamed Israel and America.

They vowed revenge.

They made threats.

The whole region felt like was on the edge of war.

I knew the time was getting close.

I could feel it.

And then in early 2026, the tensions reached a breaking point.

Iran launched missiles at Israeli targets.

Israel responded with massive air strikes.

The United States joined Israel in the military operation.

For weeks, there were bombings and attacks back and forth.

The world watched wondering if this would turn into a full regional war.

I watched, too, knowing that somewhere in all of this, the prophecy was about to be fulfilled.

And then on February 28th, 2026, it happened.

I woke up that morning and checked the news on my phone.

The headline made my heart stop.

Massive US-Israeli air strikes hit Tehran.

Supreme Leader’s compound targeted.

Casualties reported.

I sat up in bed unable to breathe.

This was it.

This was what Jesus had shown me almost 2 years earlier.

I kept refreshing the news waiting for more details.

The Iranian government was denying everything at first.

They said it was fake news.

Yes, they said Khamenei was safe.

But I knew better.

I knew he was dead.

I could feel it.

For 3 days, the Iranian government denied what had happened.

Their state media kept showing old footage of Khamenei and claiming he was alive and well.

They said the reports of the air strikes were Western propaganda.

They said it was psychological warfare designed to weaken Iranian morale.

But people inside Iran knew something was wrong.

Khamenei had not appeared in public since the strikes.

There were no new photos or videos.

The government was being unusually secretive.

Rumors spread across Tehran that the supreme leader’s compound had been completely destroyed.

People whispered that bodies had been pulled from the rubble.

And then on March 1st in the early hours of the morning, Iranian state television made an official announcement.

They confirmed that Ayatollah Ali Khamenei had been killed in the American and Israeli air strikes on February 28th.

They said he died as a martyr defending the Islamic Republic.

They announced 40 days of national mourning.

When I saw that announcement, I fell to my knees in my small room in Turkey and I wept.

Not tears of joy, but tears of awe and fear.

Everything Jesus had shown me had come true.

Every detail of the vision had been fulfilled.

The joint US-Israel operation.

The strike on the compound.

The supreme leader killed.

Even his family members dying with him just like Jesus had shown me.

It was all exactly as I had been told it would be.

The news reports over the following days gave more details.

Khamenei had been at his residential compound in central Tehran when the missiles hit.

The strike happened at approximately 9:30 in the morning.

Multiple precision-guided missiles struck the compound simultaneously destroying most of the buildings.

Khamenei was killed instantly along with several family members who were visiting him that morning.

His daughter died in the strike.

His granddaughter died.

His son-in-law died.

His daughter-in-law died.

The report said at least 15 people total were killed in the attack.

The Iranian government declared it an act of terrorism and an assassination.

They vowed revenge against America and Israel.

They called for the entire Muslim world to unite against the enemies of Islam.

Mass demonstrations were organized across Iran.

Millions of people poured into the streets to mourn the supreme leader and chant death to America and death to Israel.

His regime was using Khamenei’s death to rally support and distract from their own failures.

But I knew what was really happening.

This was not terrorism.

This was the judgment of God.

Jesus had warned me this was coming.

He had told me it was divine judgment on a man who had shed innocent blood for decades.

And now everyone could see that God keeps his word.

Within a week of Khamenei’s death, the Assembly of Experts met to choose a new supreme leader.

This is the Council of senior clerics who have the authority to select and remove the supreme leader.

Everyone expected them to take their time and carefully consider different candidates, but instead they moved with unusual speed.

On March 8th, just 8 days after Khamenei’s death, they announced their decision.

They had chosen Mojtaba Khamenei as the third supreme leader of Iran.

Mojtaba was Ali Khamenei’s second son.

He was 54 years old and had been working behind the scenes in his father’s administration for years.

Many Iranians had suspected that Ali was grooming Mojtaba to be his successor.

Now those suspicions were confirmed.

The regime was keeping power within the same family.

The throne was being passed from father to son like a monarchy.

This was not what the Islamic revolution had promised.

The revolution in 1979 was supposed to end royal dynasties and establish rule by religious scholars.

But now the same dynastic system was back.

The Khamenei family was cementing their control over Iran.

Many Iranians were angry about this, but there was nothing they could do.

Anyone who spoke against Mojtaba’s appointment was arrested.

The regime was cracking down hard to prevent any challenges to the new supreme leader.

As I watched all of this unfold from Turkey, I knew I had to speak again.

I had been silent since my first video in 2024.

I had been hiding and watching and waiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled.

Now it had been fulfilled exactly as Jesus said it would.

Now people needed to hear the full story.

They needed to know that this was not just politics or military strategy.

This was God moving in history.

This was prophecy being fulfilled in real time.

And they needed to know what was coming next because Jesus had shown me more than just Khamenei’s death.

He had shown me what would happen after.

So I contacted Davoud and told him I was ready to record another message.

This time I would show my face fully.

This time I would use my real name.

This time I would tell the complete story from beginning to end.

Davoud agreed and we started making preparations.

We found a better location with better equipment.

We wanted the video quality to be professional so people would take it seriously.

We spent several days preparing exactly what I would say.

I prayed and fasted asking Jesus to give me the right words.

And then in mid-April 2026, we recorded the message you are watching right now.

I want to tell you what else Jesus showed me about Iran’s future.

When he appeared to me in 2024, he did not just show me Khamenei’s death.

He showed me what would come after.

He showed me that the new supreme leader would not last long either.

He showed me that Mojtaba Khamenei’s reign would be filled with trouble and chaos.

He showed me that the Iranian people’s patience with the regime would run out.

He showed me protests and uprisings that would 2009 and 2019 look small.

He showed me the Revolutionary Guard splitting into factions and fighting each other.

He showed me the Islamic Republic collapsing from within.

He did not tell me exactly when all of this would happen, but he told me it would happen soon.

He said the regime’s time is almost over.

He said the same God who brought down Pharaoh and Nebuchadnezzar and every other tyrant in history is about to bring down the Islamic Republic.

The throne that the Ayatollahs built with blood and fear and oppression is going to crumble.

And when it falls, it will fall completely.

But Jesus also showed me something beautiful.

He showed me what would rise from the ashes of the Islamic Republic.

He showed me millions of Iranians turning to him.

He showed me the greatest spiritual revival in Iran’s history.

He showed me house churches multiplying across every city and village.

He showed me former Muslims worshipping Jesus openly in the streets.

He showed me the Persian church becoming one of the strongest and most passionate communities of believers in the world.

He showed me Iranian Christians taking the gospel to other nations in the Middle East and Central Asia.

He showed me Iran transformed from center of Islamic extremism into a center of Christian faith and love.

This is what is coming.

This is the future that God has planned for Iran.

The darkness is not going to last forever.

The oppression is not the end of the story.

Jesus is coming to Iran in power and nothing can stop him.

Not the regime, not the Revolutionary Guard, not the supreme leader, not all the guns and prisons and propaganda in the world.

The King of Kings is marching toward Iran and when he arrives, everything will change.

I know many of you watching this are Iranians living inside Iran right now.

I know you are afraid.

I know you are tired.

I know you have suffered under this regime for your whole life.

I know you have lost hope that anything will ever change.

But I am here to tell you that change is coming.

The God of heaven is on the move.

He has already struck down one supreme leader.

He will strike down the next one too if he does not repent.

And he is calling you personally to come to him.

Maybe you have been having dreams about a man in white.

Maybe you have been feeling a strange pull toward Jesus.

Maybe you have been secretly reading the Bible on your phone.

And then maybe you are watching this video right now and something inside your chest is burning.

That is the Holy Spirit.

That is God calling your name.

Do not ignore it.

Do not push it away.

Do not let fear stop you from responding.

Jesus loves you more than you can imagine.

He died for you.

He rose for you and he is waiting for you to come home.

I want to speak specifically to my fellow former Muslims who have already given their lives to Jesus, but are hiding in fear.

I know there are thousands of you across Iran right now.

You are secret believers.

You follow Jesus in your heart, but you cannot tell anyone.

You are afraid of what your family will do.

You are afraid of what the regime will do.

You are afraid of being arrested or killed.

I understand that fear because I live with it, too.

But I want to tell you that Jesus is worth it.

He’s worth losing your family.

He’s worth losing your job.

He’s worth losing your reputation.

He’s worth losing everything.

Because when you gain Jesus, you gain everything that actually matters.

I am not saying you should be foolish.

I am not saying you should put yourself in unnecessary danger.

But I am saying do not let fear control your whole life.

Ask Jesus to give you opportunities to share your faith.

Ask him to show you who you can trust.

Ask him to connect you with other believers.

You are not alone.

There is a whole underground church in Iran and it is growing every single day.

Find it.

Join it.

Be part of what God is doing.

To those of you who are imams and mullahs and religious teachers in Iran, I have a special message.

I was one of you.

I know what you are thinking and feeling.

I know the doubts you hide behind your religious robes.

I know the emptiness you feel when you lead prayers.

I know the questions you are afraid to ask out loud.

I know because I lived that life for 30 years and I am here to tell you that there is a way out.

Jesus is calling you just like he called me.

He is not angry at you for teaching against him.

He is not waiting to punish you.

He is waiting to save you.

All those years I spent as an imam teaching people to reject Jesus, he still loved me.

All those sermons I preached against Christianity, he still pursued me.

All that time I wasted serving a false religion, he was patient with me.

And when I finally cried out for truth, he answered me immediately.

He will do the same for you.

It does not matter how deep you are in the religious system.

It does not matter how many years you have spent teaching Islam.

It does not matter what you have said or done against Christians.

Jesus will forgive all of it if you come to him with a sincere heart.

I also want to speak to my family.

I know you are watching this.

I know the authorities will make sure you see it even if you do not want to.

I want you to know that I love you.

I have always loved you and I always will.

I know you do not understand why I left.

I know you think I betrayed you.

I know you are angry and hurt, and confused.

I am sorry for the pain I caused you.

I am sorry for leaving without explanation.

I am sorry for the suffering you have endured because of my choices.

But I want you to know that I did not leave because I stopped loving you.

I left because I found something more important than life itself.

I found the truth.

I found Jesus.

And once you encounter him, you cannot go back to living a lie.

I could not after meeting Jesus.

It would have been like trying to convince people that darkness is light.

I had to leave.

I had to obey what God called me to do.

And I pray every single day that one day you will understand.

I pray that one day Jesus will appear to you, too.

I pray that one day we will be reunited, not just as family, but as brothers and sisters in Christ.

To the new supreme leader, Mostafa Khamenei, I say this directly.

You are sitting on your father’s throne, but it will not keep you safe.

Your father was one of the most protected men in the world, and he still died when God decided it was time.

You have inherited a regime that is built on lies and blood.

You have inherited a system that oppresses millions of people in the name of God.

You have a choice to make.

You can continue your father’s path and face the same judgment he faced.

Or you can humble yourself before the true God and turn from this evil.

I know that sounds impossible to you.

I know you think I am a traitor and a fool, but I am telling you the truth.

Jesus Christ is real.

He is the son of God.

He is the king of kings, and every knee will bow to him eventually, including yours.

The only question is whether you will bow now in repentance or later in judgment.

I am praying for you, just like I prayed for your father.

I am praying that God will give you dreams and visions.

I am praying that he will soften your heart.

I am praying that before it is too late, you will see the truth and surrender to Jesus.

To Christians around the world, I want to ask you to pray for Iran.

Pray for the underground church that is growing despite persecution.

Pray for the new believers who are risking their lives to follow Jesus.

Pray for the secret house churches that meet in fear, but also in great joy.

Pray for protection over Iranian Christians.

Pray that God will continue to appear to Muslims in dreams and visions.

Pray for the complete collapse of the Islamic Republic and the rise of religious freedom in Iran.

Pray for my family and for the families of thousands of other Iranian Christian refugees who left everything behind.

Pray that God will do miracles to provide for them and protect them.

And pray for more workers to go into the harvest because the harvest in Iran is ready.

Millions of Iranians are searching for truth, yet they are hungry for something real.

They are tired of empty religion and brutal government.

They are ready to hear about Jesus, but they need people to tell them.

They need Bibles in Farsi.

They need discipleship and teaching.

They need the global church to stand with them.

Before I finish, I want to tell you one more thing that Jesus showed me.

In one of my visions, he took me into the future and let me see what Iran will look like after the regime falls.

I saw the streets of Tehran filled with people celebrating.

I saw the prisons opened and political prisoners walking free.

I saw the morality police disbanded.

I saw women taking off their forced hijabs and throwing them in the air.

I saw statues of the Ayatollahs being turned down.

I saw people dancing and singing in the streets.

But most importantly, I saw churches.

I saw thousands and thousands of churches all across Iran.

I saw former mosques being converted into places where Jesus is worshipped.

I saw millions of Persians lifting their hands and singing praises to the Lamb of God.

I saw the Persian language being used to declare that Jesus is Lord.

I saw Iran becoming a light to the nations.

This is what is coming.

This is the future that God has prepared, and nothing in hell can stop it.

So, I want to end this message with a call to action.

If this testimony has touched your heart, if something inside you is responding to what I have shared, then I want you to do something.

I want you to write in the comment section below these words, Jesus is coming for Iran.

Write it in Farsi, or in English, or in whatever language you speak.

Let it be a declaration of faith.

Let it be a prophecy over the nation.

Let it be a prayer that goes up to heaven, and then I want you to share this video.

Send it to your Iranian friends.

Send it to your family members in Iran.

Send it to anyone who needs to hear that God is real and that he is moving in our time.

Do not be afraid.

The regime cannot stop the truth from spreading.

They can block websites and arrest people and make threats, but they cannot stop Jesus.

He is already in Iran.

He is already appearing to people.

He is already building his church, and very soon the whole world will see what God can do when he decides to move.

The fire has already started, and nothing can put it out.

 

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