My name is Freed Al Kazimi.

For most of my life, I believed I was a loyal servant of my country and my faith.

I was a military helicopter pilot stationed in Tehran, trained to obey orders without hesitation.

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My name is Farid Alcazmi.

For most of my life, I believed I was a loyal servant of my country and my faith.

I was a military helicopter pilot stationed in Thrron, trained to obey orders without hesitation.

In the Air Force, we were taught three rules from the first day of training.

discipline, loyalty, and silence.

Pilot does not question commands.

Pilot does not argue with authority.

Pilot simply flies.

For years, I followed those rules with pride.

But the night I am about to tell you about changed everything I believed about power, truth, and even God himself.

It began shortly after the Supreme Leader of Iran died.

The news spread through Tyrron like a violent storm sweeping across the desert.

Sirens echoed through the city streets.

Military trucks filled the highways.

Helicopters circled government buildings day and night.

Nobody knew what would happen next.

Inside the military base where I worked, tension filled the air like electricity before lightning strikes.

Soldiers spoke in whispers.

Officers walked with hurried steps.

Every television in the base showed the same broadcast.

Commentators discussing the future of the nation.

But behind the scenes, something darker was already beginning.

3 days after the announcement, I received a message from my commanding officer.

Pilot Farid, he said, his voice low and serious.

You’ve been selected for a special operation tonight.

Report to Hangar 7 at 2200 hours.

I had flown many missions before, transport missions, patrol missions, surveillance flights, but something about the way he spoke made my stomach tighten.

Special operations were rarely simple.

That night, the base looked different.

The flood lights around Hangar 7 were turned off except for a few dim lamps.

Armed guards stood at every corner.

Even the air smelled strange, heavy, and tense.

When I walked into the hangar, I saw something unusual.

Two military helicopters were parked inside, their engines silent, but ready.

Around them stood several men in black clothing speaking quietly among themselves.

Then I saw him.

Standing near the helicopter was Prince Ramani.

Everyone in Iran knew his name.

He was a powerful royal figure connected to the highest political circles.

Some called him a reformer.

Others whispered that he was dangerous.

I had never seen him in person before.

But that night his presence filled the entire hanger.

He turned toward us as the pilots approached.

His eyes were sharp and calculating.

So these are the men who will fly tonight, he said.

None of us spoke.

We simply nodded.

Prince Romani walked slowly around the helicopter as if inspecting a weapon.

The country is entering a new era, he said.

And in a new era, enemies must be removed.

His voice was calm but cold.

One of the other pilots beside me, Ysef, shifted nervously.

What kind of mission is this, your highness? He asked carefully.

Prince Romani smiled slightly.

A cleansing mission.

Those words echoed inside the hanger.

Then one of his assistants stepped forward carrying a metal briefcase.

He opened it slowly.

Inside were stacks of money.

More money than I had ever seen in my life.

This is only the beginning, the prince said quietly.

Each of you will receive this amount tonight and much more later.

The room went silent.

My heart started beating faster.

Money like that could change a man’s entire life.

What do you want us to do? I finally asked.

Prince Ramani looked directly at me.

We will be flying over certain locations in Tehran tonight.

He said, “You will carry special payloads.

When we reach the coordinates, you will release them.

I frowned.

What kind of payloads? He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, one of the men in black rolled a large crate toward the helicopter and opened it.

Inside were explosive bombs.

My stomach twisted.

I looked at the prince.

“These are military targets?” I asked.

Prince Romani’s expression did not change.

“No,” he said calmly.

He pulled out a folded map and placed it on a table.

Red circles were drawn across the city.

I recognized the locations immediately.

Churches, Christian churches scattered throughout Tehran.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Even Ysef looked stunned.

“You want us to bomb churches?” he whispered.

Prince Romani leaned closer to the map.

“These gatherings are spreading dangerous ideas,” he said.

foreign beliefs, weakness, division.

His finger tapped one of the red circles.

Tonight we remind them who controls this country.

The hanger felt colder suddenly.

I had flown combat missions before, but this was different.

These weren’t military buildings.

These were places where people prayed.

What about civilians? Another pilot asked.

Prince Romani shrugged.

History requires sacrifices.

Then he looked at us again.

You are patriots.

You will do what is necessary.

The money in the briefcase glowed under the dim light.

My mind was racing.

I thought about my family, my debts, my future.

The prince watched us carefully as if measuring our loyalty.

Fly the mission, he said quietly.

And your lives will never be the same again.

At that moment, I didn’t know how true those words would become because that night when the helicopter lifted into the dark skies above Tyrron, none of us knew that God himself was about to interrupt our mission in a way that would change my life forever.

And it would begin with something I saw in the sky that no pilot could ever explain.

The rotors of the helicopter roared to life, slicing through the cold night air above the military base.

The powerful vibration shook through the cockpit as I tightened my grip on the controls.

I had flown hundreds of missions before, but that night felt different, heavier, darker.

Behind my seat, the explosives had been carefully secured in metal containers.

Two armed men sent by Prince Romani sat in the back of the aircraft, watching them closely.

Their faces were serious, their eyes silent and watchful.

Yousef’s helicopter lifted off first.

Mine followed seconds later.

The base quickly shrank beneath us as we climbed into the black skies above Tyrron.

From above, the city looked strangely peaceful.

Thousands of lights glittered like stars across the streets and buildings.

Cars moved slowly along the highways, unaware of what was about to happen above them.

For a moment, I felt a deep unease settle in my chest.

Altitude stable, one of the men behind me said.

I nodded but did not respond.

My eyes scanned the instruments automatically.

Speed normal, fuel stable, navigation locked on the coordinates Prince Romani had given us.

Everything was operating perfectly.

Yet something inside me felt wrong.

The radio crackled suddenly.

Yousef’s voice came through.

Farid, do you read me? I hear you, I replied.

His voice sounded tense.

you understand what we’re about to do? I stayed silent for a moment.

Yes, I said finally.

Another long pause followed.

I don’t like this mission, Ysef admitted quietly.

Neither did I, but saying that aloud could be dangerous.

Behind me, one of the prince’s guards leaned forward slightly.

Focus on flying, he said coldly.

The message was clear.

No more questions.

We crossed the western edge of the city within minutes.

The navigation screen blinked as the first red marked coordinate appeared.

One of the guards handed me a headset connected to the prince’s private communication line.

Prince Romani’s voice filled my ears.

Pilot Farid.

Yes, your highness.

You are approaching the first location.

My throat felt dry.

Below us stood a small Christian church.

Even from the sky, I could see the cross on the roof reflecting faint light from the street lamps.

Cars were parked outside.

Lights were still on inside the building.

People were there praying.

Prince Romani spoke again.

Prepare the payload.

Behind me, the guards unlocked the container holding the bomb.

I could hear the metallic click echo inside the helicopter.

My chest tightened.

Release on my command, the prince said.

For a moment, my hands felt heavy on the controls.

Something inside me resisted.

3 2 I looked down again.

Through the windshield, I saw the church clearly now.

I could even see people walking near the entrance.

Families, children.

Then the prince said the word release.

One of the guards moved toward the release mechanism.

But before he could pull the lever, something happened.

Suddenly, the helicopter shuddered violently.

The navigation system flickered.

Every warning light on the dashboard flashed at once.

What’s happening? One of the guards shouted.

I don’t know, I replied.

The instruments were spinning wildly.

Altitude readings jumped.

Compass direction shifted.

Even the GPS lost signal.

It was as if some invisible force had disrupted the entire aircraft.

The radio exploded with Ysef’s voice again.

Farid, are you seeing this? Yes, I shouted back.

My helicopter is doing the same thing.

The guards looked at each other nervously.

This equipment was inspected, one of them said angrily.

There’s no mechanical failure.

Then something even stranger happened.

A bright light appeared in the sky ahead of us.

First, I thought it was another aircraft, but it wasn’t moving like one.

It hovered silently in the air.

far brighter than any helicopter light.

“What is that?” Y Yousef whispered over the radio.

I stared at it.

The light was glowing with an intense white brilliance, almost like the sun hidden inside a cloud.

Yet, it didn’t hurt my eyes.

Instead, it filled the cockpit with a strange calm.

The helicopter stopped shaking.

The warning lights suddenly went dark.

Every instrument returned to normal, but none of us spoke.

We were all staring at the light.

One of the guards behind me muttered something under his breath.

What is this? The radio crackled again.

Prince Romani’s voice returned, this time filled with irritation.

Why have you not released the payload? No one answered immediately.

Finally, I spoke.

There is something in the air, your highness.

What do you mean something? A light? He scoffed.

Focus on your mission, pilot.

But before he could say anything else, the light moved closer, closer than any aircraft could safely approach.

The entire sky in front of us seemed to glow.

And then I heard something that made my heart stop.

A voice, not through the radio, not through the speakers.

The voice sounded inside my mind.

Calm, powerful, clear.

Do not do this.

My hands began to tremble.

I looked around the cockpit, confused, but then Yousef spoke over the radio again.

His voice was shaking.

Farrid, did you hear that? My heart pounded.

You heard it too? Yes.

One of the guards behind me suddenly shouted, “I hear it, too.

” The voice came again.

Gentle but commanding.

These people belong to me.

The cockpit fell into complete silence.

None of us understood what was happening.

But deep inside my heart, I felt something I had never felt before.

Fear.

Not fear of men, but fear of something holy.

And what happened next in the sky above Tehran would make all of us question everything we had ever believed.

For several seconds, none of us spoke.

The helicopter hovered in the air as if the night itself had frozen around us.

The bright light in front of us remained perfectly still, glowing like a living star in the sky above Tron.

My hands trembled on the controls.

Farid, Ysef whispered over the radio, his voice shaking.

Tell me I’m not losing my mind.

You’re not, I replied quietly, because I had heard the voice, too, so had the two armed men sitting behind me.

One of them suddenly stood up and looked through the front glass of the helicopter.

His face had turned pale.

“What kind of aircraft is that?” he said, but deep down I already knew.

That was no aircraft.

The light began to move slowly toward us.

Not fast, not aggressive, just slowly, like something alive.

The entire cockpit filled with a strange warmth, almost like sunlight touching your skin on a cold morning.

Then the voice spoke again, clear, powerful, full of authority.

Do not harm my people.

My chest tightened.

Those words felt different from anything I had ever heard.

They were not shouted.

They were not angry.

Yet they carried a power that shook my soul.

Ysef’s breathing became heavy over the radio.

Farid, who is speaking? He asked.

I didn’t know how to answer.

Behind me, one of the guards grabbed his rifle nervously and pointed it toward the light.

“Move that thing away,” he shouted into the darkness.

The other guard tried to call Prince Romani through the communication line.

Your Highness, we are encountering an unknown aerial object.

Before he could finish, the voice spoke again, this time stronger.

Put down your weapons, the guard froze.

His rifle slowly lowered, almost as if his arms had lost the strength to hold it.

“What is happening to me?” he whispered.

The helicopter’s engines were still running perfectly, but none of us were focused on flying anymore.

Our eyes were locked on the glowing presence in front of us.

The light slowly shifted shape.

At first, it looked like a cloud of brightness, but then something inside the light became visible.

The figure, a human-like figure standing within the brilliance.

I blinked, trying to focus, and that’s when my heart nearly stopped.

The figure looked like a man, but the light around him was brighter than anything I had ever seen in my life.

His presence filled the sky.

Ysef suddenly gasped over the radio.

Farid, I see someone in the light.

I see it too, I whispered.

Behind me, the guards fell completely silent.

The figure lifted his hand and the voice spoke again.

I am Jesus.

The words echoed inside my mind like thunder.

Jesus.

I had heard that name before.

Of course, everyone in Iran had.

Christians believed he was the son of God.

But we had always been taught something different growing up.

We were told he was only a prophet.

Yet the authority in that voice, the power in that presence felt far greater than anything I had ever known.

My breathing became shallow.

My mind struggled to understand what I was seeing.

Then suddenly, Prince Romani’s angry voice exploded through the radio.

What is going on up there? One of the guards grabbed the microphone quickly.

Your highness, there is a a light in front of us.

A light? The prince snapped.

Yes.

And before he could finish, the prince interrupted.

Enough excuses.

Release the bombs immediately.

My heart pounded.

The guards looked at each other nervously.

The prince’s voice grew colder.

Do it now.

The man closest to the release lever slowly reached toward it.

But the moment his hand touched the lever, the helicopter engines shut down instantly.

Complete silence filled the aircraft.

The rotor blades slowed to a stop.

Gasps filled the cockpit.

That’s impossible, I shouted.

We should have been falling from the sky, but we weren’t.

The helicopter was floating in the air, suspended, completely still.

Even the guards looked terrified now.

This This cannot be happening.

One of them whispered.

The glowing figure moved closer.

And then the voice spoke again.

Farid.

My heart skipped.

It had called my name.

How? How do you know me? I whispered.

The answer came gently.

I know every heart.

Tears suddenly filled my eyes without warning.

I didn’t understand why.

The voice continued.

You were not created to destroy innocent people.

My chest felt heavy.

Images suddenly flashed in my mind.

Families inside the churches, children praying, people singing.

You were created for truth, the voice said.

The guards behind me had fallen to their knees inside the helicopter.

Even Yousef was silent over the radio.

None of us could move.

Then Jesus spoke again.

If you release those bombs tonight, many lives will be lost.

My hands shook.

But if you choose mercy, the light around him seemed to grow brighter.

Your life will never be the same again.

At that moment, I knew I had to make a choice.

Obey Prince Ramani or obey the voice of the one standing in the sky.

And the decision I made next would change the fate of that entire night in Tehran.

My hands were trembling so badly I could barely hold the control stick.

The helicopter was still floating in the air, suspended in a way that defied every law of physics I had ever learned during my years of flight training.

The engines were silent.

The rotors had completely stopped.

Yet, we were not falling.

Below us, the city of Thyron stretched across the darkness, its lights glowing quietly like stars scattered across the earth.

And beneath us were the churches marked for destruction.

The bombs were still secured behind my seat, and standing before us in the sky was the glowing figure who had spoken his name, Jesus.

My mind could barely accept what my eyes were seeing.

Behind me, one of the guards had completely dropped his weapon.

His hands were shaking violently.

“This cannot be real,” he whispered.

“This cannot be real.

” But the fear in his voice told the truth.

We all knew this was real.

Then suddenly the radio crackled loudly again.

Prince Romani.

His voice was now filled with anger.

Pilot Farid, why have you stopped the mission? None of us answered immediately.

The prince’s tone became even sharper.

I am ordering you to release the payload now.

The guard nearest to me hesitated, looking at the bombs, then at the glowing figure outside the helicopter.

Your highness, he said nervously into the radio.

Something is preventing the aircraft from operating.

I don’t care about your excuses, the prince shouted.

Complete the mission.

His voice echoed through the headset like thunder.

The pressure was suffocating.

All my life I had been trained to obey commands from men like him.

Refusing such an order could mean prison.

Or worse, my thoughts raced.

Then the gentle voice of Jesus spoke again.

Farid.

Just hearing my name from him made my chest tighten.

You must choose.

The words were simple, but the meaning was heavy.

You cannot serve darkness and truth at the same time.

My heart pounded harder than it ever had before.

I looked down again at the church below us.

Through the windows, I could see faint movement inside the building.

People were there praying.

They had no idea that bombs were hanging above them in the sky.

behind me.

One of the guards suddenly spoke.

His voice was trembling.

I I cannot do this.

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