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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