She asked me if I was ready to admit what had really happened.

She asked me if I could still believe this was all coincidence.

She asked me if I was ready to meet the God who had saved my life.

I thought about everything that had led me to this moment.

the inexplicable longing that had seized me in December.

The dreams of my mother reaching out to me.

The overwhelming compulsion to travel to America despite all the obstacles.

The visa that was approved against all odds.

The timing that placed me in California instead of Tehran on the night of the strike.

The prayers my mother had prayed at 3:00 in the morning without knowing why.

Every piece of the puzzle fit together perfectly.

Every detail pointed to something beyond human planning or understanding.

I had spent my entire adult life serving a regime that claimed to speak for God.

I had devoted myself to a religion that promised paradise in exchange for submission.

But that religion had never given me peace.

That regime had never given me love.

I had been empty and lonely and lost even while standing at the pinnacle of power.

And now here I was sitting with my mother in a small house in Pasadena, California.

I was alive when I should be dead.

I was safe when I should be buried under rubble.

I was free when I should be trapped in a country that was falling apart.

Something had saved me.

Someone had saved me.

And I was finally ready to ask who.

I looked at my mother and told her I wanted to know more about Jesus.

She began to weep.

She pulled me into her arms and held me like she had held me when I was a little girl.

She said she had been waiting for this moment for over 20 years.

She said every prayer she had ever prayed for me had been answered in this single instant.

She opened her Bible and began to read to me about a God who loved the world so much that he gave his only son.

She read about a savior who died for sinners and rose from the grave.

She read about grace that could not be earned and mercy that had no limits.

She read about a father who pursued his lost children across oceans and continents and decade of separation.

I listened with my heart open for the first time in my life.

And somewhere in the middle of that conversation in my mother’s living room, I made a decision.

I decided to stop running.

I decided to stop hiding.

I decided to surrender my life to the Jesus who had been chasing me since the day my mother pressed that silver cross into my palm at the airport.

I am recording this testimony now from a safe location that I cannot disclose.

My life will never be the same.

I cannot return to Iran.

I cannot see my father again.

I have lost everything.

I spent 20 years building.

But I have gained something infinitely more precious.

I have gained salvation.

I have gained peace.

I have gained a relationship with the God who pulled me out of Thran before the missiles fell.

I do not know what my future holds.

I do not know where I will live or what I will do.

But I know that I am no longer alone.

I know that Jesus is with me.

I know that his hand guided me every step of the way from the longing in December to the visa approval in February to the seat on the airplane that carried me away from death.

Some people will say this was fate.

Some people will say this was luck.

Some people will say this was just coincidence and timing and nothing more.

But I know the truth.

I know that Jesus saved my life.

I know that my mother’s prayers were heard in heaven.

I know that God reached into the darkness of my existence and pulled me into his marvelous light.

So, I am asking you the same question I have been asking myself.

Was this fate or was it Jesus?

You have heard my story.

You know the details.

You know the timing.

You know the impossible odds that brought me to America at exactly the right moment.

What do you believe?

I will be watching the comments.

I want to hear from you.

I want to know if my story has touched your heart.

I want to know if you are searching for the same God who found me.

If you are an Iranian watching this in secret, I want you to know that Jesus loves you.

He is appearing to people all across our homeland in dreams and visions.

He is calling Muslims by name and offering them a love that Islam never gave them.

The fire is spreading and no government on earth can stop it.

If my testimony has moved you, then write in the comments, “Jesus saved her”.

Let it be a declaration.

Let it be a prayer.

Let it be the beginning of your own journey toward the truth.

I was the voice of the supreme leader.

Now I am the voice of the one who is greater than any earthly leader.

His name is Jesus and he is waiting for you with open arms.

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