Donald trump and The Persian Gulf Controversy.

 

 Iranians pride themselves on their history and heritage. When Islam took over their country centuries ago, everything changed. The present regime dictates everything that they must believe, including a total reversal of their culture and heritage into an Islamic worldview.

  President Trump, who has always been a powerful voice and supporter of Iranians during his first presidency, appears to be to changing his strategy. Iranians are worried that he will make a deal with the Islamic Republic regarding their nuclear ambitions, and now he has announced that he is considering changing the name of the Persian Gulf to the Arabian Gulf.

  My dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet, weighs in on this latest controversy.

  The United Nations demands my silence, urging me to swallow my words and let injustice prevail. But I, Paymaneh Sabet, will not bow. My voice rises for Iran, for its people, for the Persian Gulf that holds our ancient glory. Today, I write of the controversy over Donald Trump and the Persian Gulf, of his steadfast support for Iranians in the uprisings of 2017 and 2019, of the friendship between our people and America, and of the betrayal by Jimmy Carter that still stings. This is my cry for the gulf that is Iran’s forever, a gulf Trump called by its true name, honoring our history and our heart.

The Persian Gulf: Iran’s Eternal Legacy

  The Persian Gulf is not just a name—it is Iran’s soul. For centuries, it has been called Persian, from the maps of Ptolemy to the songs of our poets. It whispers of Cyrus, of Persepolis, of a civilization that lit the world with wisdom. When others dare to rename it, they try to steal our identity. But when Trump called it the “Gulf of Iran,” my heart sang. To me, it was no mistake—it was truth. He affirmed what every Iranian knows: this gulf is ours, its waves carrying our history, its name a badge of our pride.

  On X in 2025, some say Trump backed off renaming to ease nuclear talks. Let them talk. For one moment, he spoke for us, for the Iran that lives in its people, not its tyrants. The Persian Gulf is Iran’s, and no force can rewrite its story.

Trump’s Stand for Iran’s People

  I have wept for my people. In 2017 and 2019, Iranians poured into the streets, demanding bread, freedom, life. The regime answered with bullets, shutting off the internet in 2019 to hide its slaughter of hundreds. The world turned away, but Trump did not. He condemned the regime, sanctioned its butchers, and called us “a great people” held hostage by cruelty. On X, voices like @NiohBerg hail him as the only leader who stood with us, who struck down Soleimani, the hand behind our pain.

  Trump saw us—the mothers, the youth, the dreamers—not the regime. In his 2025 speech at the Saudi-U.S. Investment Forum, he branded Iran’s leaders “destructive” but offered hope, a path to peace. To me, this is a promise. He believes in the Iran we long for, where kolbars are not shot, where daughters like Fatemeh are not slaughtered, where the young are not hanged.

Carter’s Betrayal: A Wound Unhealed

  Once, Iran and America were friends. Before 1979, under the Shah, we built dreams together—schools, factories, hopes. America was our partner, our ally. But Jimmy Carter shattered that bond. When the revolution came, he abandoned the Shah, letting chaos consume Iran. The Islamic Republic rose, chaining our people to fear. Carter’s betrayal is a scar we carry, a friendship torn apart. Yet, I know the love between Iranians and Americans lives on, in our hearts, waiting to bloom again.

  Trump understands this. Unlike Carter, he speaks of our greatness, not our defeat. His words about the Persian Gulf, his support in our darkest hours, tell me he wants to mend what Carter broke. He sees the Iran we dream of—a nation of light, not shadows.

Why the Persian Gulf Matters

  The Persian Gulf is our lifeblood. It carries our oil, our trade, our dreams to the world. But it is more—it is our identity. Every wave sings of our past, every tide carries our future. When Trump called it the “Gulf of Iran,” he honored our truth. He reminded the world that our history cannot be erased, no matter how many try.

  This gulf is also a battlefield. Tankers burn, powers clash, and Iran’s regime sows chaos. Trump’s sanctions and exit from the nuclear deal shook the tyrants, but his words lifted us. He showed that America can stand with Iran’s people, not its oppressors. The Persian Gulf is where our pride meets our hope—a hope for freedom, for justice, for a new dawn.

My Vow for Iran

  I write as an exile, a voice the UN wants silenced. But I will not stop. The Persian Gulf is Iran’s, and its people deserve life. Trump’s support in 2017 and 2019 gave us strength; his words about our gulf gave us pride. I dream of a day when Iran and America stand as friends, when Carter’s betrayal is a distant memory, when my people are free.

  I, Paymaneh Sabet, in the mission of my name, stand steadfast for justice, for the koltabars who should not die, for daughters like Fatemeh who should not bleed, for the youth who should not hang. The Persian Gulf is our heart, and it will beat forever.

God’s Plan for Iran

  From the days of Israel’s captivity, God has woven a plan for Iran. Through our kings, Cyrus and Darius, He freed His people and rebuilt His temple. He sent Persians to meet the infant Jesus, guiding them to defy Herod’s cruel command and return by another path, keeping the Child safe. Even now, God’s hand is upon Iran. As promised in Jeremiah 49:39, He will restore our fortunes, raising Iran to spark a new Middle East, where justice and peace will flourish.

Mohsen Langarneshin, "Another victim of the Iranian death machine."

 

My dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet, refuses to keep silent about the atrocities in her homeland that happen daily. She refuses to comply with the UN directive of silence and instead continues speaking out to defend her people.

I leave it to the United Nations to judge: Should I stay silent? Elsewhere, ropes seek necks that burden society with their crimes—perhaps justly, perhaps not. I, Paymaneh Sabet, believe many criminals are sick, needing treatment, not death. I don’t know why some laws execute them—perhaps they lack the means to reform, perhaps they think it earns divine reward, or perhaps other reasons. But in my occupied homeland, Iran, the story is reversed. Our robust, athletic youth, Navid Afkari, cried out in anguish: “They look for necks to fit their ropes.” A bitter, dark irony. In my Iran, they seek necks for ropes, bodies for flames, and breaths to be crushed under rubble.

This regime, which dries our lakes for profit, would it spare the organs of our youth? World, hear this! They seek necks for their ropes and excuses for their surgical blades to steal our youth’s organs and turn them into cash/profit.” Lifeless bodies are buried in secret, families denied a final farewell, or corpses interred at night under security to hide what was taken before death.

And now, Mohsen Langarneshin, a young man who lived only thirty-four years, fell victim to this death machine under the rule of those who’ve neared a century, clinging to life with claws and teeth, aided by doctors and rare drugs, seemingly unwilling to embrace their promised paradise and its beautiful houris. Mohsen, engaged and brimming with love and dreams, was tortured into confessing to spying for Mossad—charges he and human rights activists repeatedly denied. He was sentenced in an unfair trial at Tehran’s Revolutionary Court Branch 15, presided over by Judge Abolqasem Salavati, known as the “Death Judge.” His confessions, he said, were “nonsense” extracted under duress, threats, and false promises. He was forced to recite a prewritten script on camera.

At dawn on Wednesday, April 30, 2025, in Ghezel Hesar Prison, Mohsen was killed—but how? Did a noose tighten around his neck? Or did a surgical blade, harvesting his organs, take his life? Why was his body not returned to his family? Why were his mother and father, who begged outside the prison through the night, denied a final goodbye? His mother said others spoke of unfair trials, but she never believed her turn would come. His fiancée, her heart breaking with every breath, still hears Mohsen’s laughter in her dreams. Did the regime forgo the organs of this vibrant young man? Or did he die under torture? If not, why hide his body?

Since the United Nations urged me to stay silent, in this short time, dozens have been executed. Thousands in Bandarabbas’ fire lost their lives or had their livelihoods reduced to ash—survivors with no hope, no home. Can any human, any rights advocate, stay silent? Let alone urge others to do so? Our silence will cost the world dearly. If we stay quiet today, this regime, with its venomous ideologies, will claim not just Iranians but non-Iranians across borders. These ropes or surgical blades, serving the theft of our youth’s organs, rob them of life and love—as they’ve done in terrorist attacks backed by this regime. One day, for a baseless reason, in a way you cannot imagine, it will be your turn.

Mohsen Langarneshin is not just a name. Like thousands of Iranian youth, he is a victim of a horrific saga of tyranny and pain—a saga repeated for the umpteenth time and, unless this regime falls, not the last. The regime, with its ropes or blades, choked his breath and stole his body from his family. World, the ropes and blades, which today strangle justice in Iran, will tomorrow find the neck and body of global justice
I, Paymaneh Sabet, by the mission that the meaning of my name has placed upon me, cry for justice and life for Mohsen and thousands of Iranian youth lost to the regime’s ropes and blades, and I will not be silenced until this tyranny falls.

A Cry for Humanity, "I refuse to keep silent!"

 Paymaneh Sabet is my dear Iranian friend who is a journalist and a human rights activist. In 2011, she fled Iran and became a refugee in Malaysia. For the last 12 years, she has been forced to remain a recluse in an Islamic country to keep from being deported back to Iran and face harsh consequences for her anti-Iranian government activism.

Since 2014, Paymaneh has written powerful articles as a voice for her people back in Iran. I have read all of her articles on my podcast, "The Cross in the Desert."

Recently the UNHCR has cautioned Paymaneh to stop writing these articles against the Islamic Republic of Iran for her own safety, but of course, Paymaneh refuses to keep silent. She has a unique calling from the Lord to be a voice for Iranians.

This is her latest article.

  I am a voice, a Persian woman, an exile, a Christian, a journalist—labeled a criminal not for what I’ve done, but for who I am. My identity is my offense, my existence a rebellion against systems that dehumanize. Today, I write not just for myself, but for Fatemeh Soltani, an 18-year-old Iranian girl butchered by her father for daring to paint nails, to earn a living, to breathe as an independent soul. Her blood stains the streets of Iran, and her story pierces my heart, demanding I speak when the world would rather I stay silent.

                                                                            

  The United Nations, in its diplomatic caution, has urged me to refrain from political activism for the sake of my safety. They mean well, I know. They see the threats, the shadows that follow me, the risks of raising my voice against a regime that kills daughters for dreaming. But how can I be silent when Fetemeh’s screams echo in my soul? How can I stay safe when her lifeless body lies in a ditch, her only crime being her courage to defy a father’s tyranny?

  Imagine this: murderers have invaded my home. They hold my family hostage—my sisters, my daughters, my kin. Guns to their heads, they’re starved, tortured, denied water, food, or dignity. Some are beaten, some are slaughtered. I stand outside, knowing that if I step inside, I’ll be killed. The United Nations tells me to stay quiet, to let the killers do as they please, to preserve my own life. But what of my family? What of my home? Am I to abandon them to save myself? Is that not cowardice dressed as prudence?

  Fatemeh’s murder is not an isolated tragedy; it’s a symptom of a diseased system. In Iran, the law shields fathers who kill their daughters, emboldening others to follow. The Quran’s weight—misinterpreted or not—hangs over women, halving their worth, silencing their cries. A woman’s testimony is half a man’s, her body a commodity, her dreams a sin. This is not Islam’s fault alone; it’s the fault of a culture that twists faith into chains, of a government that codifies oppression, of a world that looks away.

  I am outside the house now, but I see the terror within. Mothers tremble, daughters hide, knowing the next blade could be theirs. If I don’t shout for them, who will? If I don’t beg the world for help, who will save them? The United Nations asks me to prioritize my safety, but what is safety when humanity is bleeding? What is my life worth if I let Fatemeh's death be forgotten, if I let her killer walk free, if I let fear muzzle my voice?

  I am a Persian woman, a Christian, and an Iranian. My ancestors, Darius and Cyrus, stood with Daniel, not Mohammed. They revered Yahweh, not Allah. My people welcomed Christ’s birth, guided by stars to honor Him. Why should I bow to a system that denies my God, my heritage, my right to exist? The Quran denies Christ’s crucifixion, but my faith sings of His resurrection. I am not a Muslim, and I will not be silent to appease those who demand I conform.

  Fatemeh’s father dragged her from a car, threw her into a ditch, and stabbed her until her dreams bled out. The video of her murder circulates, a grotesque testament to a society that lets such horrors fester. The law in Iran will not punish him harshly; it will slap his wrist, if that. And in that leniency, it will tell other fathers: your daughters are yours to kill. It will tell other girls: your freedom is a death sentence. It will tell mothers: your pain is irrelevant.

                                                                              

  I write for a radio audience in America, but my words are for the world. I am not safe, and I don’t care. My safety is not worth more than Fatemeh's life, than the lives of countless women suffocating under Iran’s patriarchal yoke. The United Nations may urge silence, but my conscience commands I speak. I am outside the house, and I will scream until the world hears. I will beg for help, for justice, for humanity to wake up.

To the women of Iran: you are not second-class. You are not slaves. Your dreams are not sins. To the world: do not let Fatemeh's death be a footnote. Demand justice. Demand change. To the United Nations: I respect your concern, but I reject your counsel. My safety is not above my duty. I am a Christian, a Persian, a woman. I am a voice, and I will not be silenced.

I am Peymaneh Sabet, a chalice overflowing with cries for justice, steadfast in shattering the silence that buries the innocent.

Rule Breakers: "Roya Mahboob's Incredible Vision For Afghan Women."

 

 On March 7, 2025, "Rule Breakers" a film produced by Angel Studios, debuted in theaters all across the United States. The film tells the incredible story of Afghanistan's first all-girl robotics team, a group of courageous young women who realized their dreams despite resistance from an oppressive government and changed the world.

                                                                            

 Nikohl Boosheri, who plays visionary teacher Roya Mahoob in the film, declared that it was a privilege to portray her character. She was inspired by the brilliance and resilience of the Afghan girls who made up the famous Robotics team.

 Rule Breakers is the true story of Roya Mahboob's determination to challenge societal norms and empower Afghan girls to pursue science and technology in a country that is opposed to the education of women. Facing immense opposition, the Robotics teams must overcome their fears and rely on their courage and unity to achieve their dreams.

                                                            

 Recently, Hitha Palepu, a creative writer on Substack, sat down with Roya Mahboob in an inspiring online conversation, interviewing her about this ground-breaking film. Roya described the moment when she first saw the computer and how it changed her life.

 "It opened my eyes to the endless possibilities that technology could offer," Roya explained with a look of wonder in her eyes as she remembered that life-changing moment. It was at that moment that Roya decided to make technology the center of her career, graduate from computer science and start her  own company. She realized that this was the perfect opportunity for her to offer this kind of education to the girls of Afgnanistan. 

 Her next step was to have IT centers built inside of the public schools to provide training for girls ages 12-18. Many of the young girls faced threats to their lives and were accused of trying to change the culture. Roya went on to explain that what kept them motivated was to prove that Afghan girls have the same potential as anyone else in the world.

 Despite their challenges, Roya emphasized that. "We were determined to change the mindset and break the barriers and show that a young woman is capable of when they have access to opportunity and the right education, to become the next inventor!"

 In 2017, Roya and her team were invited by First Global to the world stage for an exciting first  Robotics competition. Overcoming technical issues and visa problems, the young women traveled to Washington and received the "Courageous Award" for their courage. The Robotics team went on to win many more competitions receiving enormous support from the women of Afghanistan, changing the community's perception of what women could accomplish.

 Since the Taliban took back control of the government in 2021, after the Biden Administration's disastrous withdrawal, Roya reflected on how the current situation is personally heartbreaking for her because, once again, women are denied the right to education. However, Roya explained, "We are not defined by our circumstances. We know that the fight for equality is long and difficult, but it is not impossible."

 Reflecting on the film "Rule Breakers" Roya proclaims that it is a reminder of what Afghan women are capable of when allowed to be educated and pursue their dreams.

 I am greatly inspired by the courage and determination of Roya. She is a great visionary teacher whose life commitment is to empower women. My Susbtack platform is all about being a voice for the women of Iran, and after watching this interview with Roya, I am encouraged that God is going to raise up many more women like Roya who will defy the government and the culture to free women from the shackles and chains of misogyny. 

 I highly recommend that you spend your evening watching "Rule Breakers" and like me, I believe you will come away with renewed hope that the oppressed women in the Middle East can one day finally be free!

                                                

Dear President Trump, "We Have no Hope here."

 

 My dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet, a journalist and human rights activist, has spent over a decade trapped in Malaysia as a refugee. The UNHCR has failed to relocate her to another host country where she can find hope and freedom. There are hundreds of other Iranian refugees just like her, desperate to leave Malaysia and begin a new life.

In her most recent article, Paymaneh sends a desperate letter to President Trump on behalf of the Iranian refugees, pleading for a solution to their hopeless situation.

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Dear President Trump,

Dear Mr. Elon Musk,

We watch your sons grow with limitless possibilities. They live in a world where education is guaranteed, dreams are encouraged, and futures are built on solid foundations. But what about us? What about the Iranian refugee youth stranded in Malaysia, a place where our lives are suspended in uncertainty, where dreams are a luxury we can't afford.

                                                     

Some of us were born here. Others arrived so young that we remember nothing of Iran. We have no memories of walking through the school gates in our homeland, no recollection of learning the Persian alphabet. We have been here so long, waiting for the UN to decide our fate, that the idea of a proper education is almost foreign to us. And now, those of us who have somehow completed school are left with diplomas that hold no value. They are mere pieces of paper that lead nowhere—no access to universities, no opportunities for jobs.

We live in a country where we cannot pursue higher education, where we cannot work legally, where our talents are trapped behind invisible walls. Even the one school teaching Persian is off-limits to us because it is attended by the children of embassy staff, a place we cannot go without risking our safety.

Our parents tell us that the only hope for a better life is a revolution in Iran so that we can finally go home. But what does “home” mean to us? How can we return to a country where we don’t know the language, where we have no valid diplomas, and where the education system is so different that we would be lost?

You see, our fathers will never look at us with pride the way you look at your son Mr. Trump. There is no light, no hope, no honor in their eyes. How could there be, when they see us hiding from the police, when they see us living in fear, poverty, and isolation? How can our fathers be proud of us when they can’t afford to send us to school or buy us proper clothes? When we tremble in fear as they argue with our mothers about money and the hopeless search for a way out of Malaysia?

Mr. Musk, your son sits on your shoulders, smiling, playing without a worry in the world. We’ve never known that feeling. Our fathers’ shoulders are too tired, too burdened with worries they cannot share. Worries about how to keep us fed, how to keep us safe, how to give us a future in a place where we are not welcome.

                                                                                 

There is no pride when you are a refugee. There is only survival. No education. No job. No opportunity to express our talents or pursue our dreams. No social life. No chance to learn a skill or prepare for a career. No hope for a glorious future. Even getting sick is a risk because medical care is too expensive, and sometimes even humiliating. We can’t even fall in love here.

The only things we have known are poverty, fear, hiding, and the echoes of our parents’ quarrels about money, divorce, and desperation.

We are trapped between two worlds—one we don’t remember and one that won’t accept us. Even if Iran becomes a place we can return to, we will face a future of hardship. Without a valid diploma, without the language, without an education that prepares us for university entrance exams, what hope is there?

We are a generation lost in transit, waiting for a miracle that may never come. We have dreams too, but no soil to plant them in. We watch the world move forward while we stand still.

We need help. We need a chance. We need someone to see us—not just as refugees but as young people who want to learn, to grow, to contribute to the world. We need a future.

                                                                    

We are not just asking for a future; we are asking for justice. Why have we been trapped here for so many years? Who is truly responsible for our lives being put on hold? Why does the UN keep Iranian refugees in Malaysia indefinitely while our Afghan friends, who speak the same language, are resettled in other countries within just four years under much better conditions? And if our parents chose to stand against their own government to defend their people or to worship the true God, why must we be punished alongside them—even though they, too, are being unjustly punished? We deserve answers. We deserve fairness. We deserve a chance.

And we are asking you, the leaders and visionaries of the world, to hear our voices and see our struggles. We are asking for a chance to live, not just survive.

 

Sincerely,
The Iranian Refugee Youth in Malaysia

"Ukraine Flight PS752, Five Years later and still No Justice."

 

  January 8, 2020, was one of the most horrific days for the people of Iran. It had just been a few days since President Trump ordered a drone strike, killing General Qasem Soleimani while he was en route to meet the Prime Minister of Iraq. Tensions were very high and the government was outraged by the senseless attack.

 Ukraine Fight PS752 had just taken off from Tehran when it was struck by two short-range missiles fired by the Iran Revolutionary Guard, killing all 176 passengers and crew, including children, students, and families. 

                                                                         

 For several days, the government denied any wrongdoing about the missile attack. It perpetuated the lie that the missiles accidentally struck the airliner and were fired in response to an alleged missile attack by the US military in Iraq. For five years the families of the victims have demanded accountability, truth, and justice and yet have continued to face more harassment and a complete lack of transparency.

 Five years have gone by without any justice for these devastated families. Only recently, during a hearing at Tehran's Military Court, a commander of the IRGC Aerospace Defense finally admitted that the General Staff of the Armed Forces, acting on orders by the Supreme Leader, had deployed the Tor-M1 missile system in the path of the passenger plane.

 The Islamic Republic of Iran has no regard for human life. The families know without a doubt that the foundation of this savage and oppressive government is built upon the graves of countless victims.

 The following article about this devastating tragedy is featured in my book, "Shout Freedom: The Desperate Cry of Iranians," self-published on Amazon in 2020. This article takes you into the last hours of the innocent victims aboard Flight 752 and across the world to Canada to a grieving husband and father who lost his entire family in this unforgettable tragedy.

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 Mojtaba Abbasnezhad leaned back in his seat, trying to relax. He was extremely anxious to return home to Canada after a nervous holiday in Tehran. The last few days had been filled with turmoil. Iran’s top general had been assassinated and there had been a national funeral. The government was outraged at President Trump and Mojtaba feared a swift retaliation. Dawn was breaking over the horizon and moments before takeoff, Mojtaba logged onto his Twitter account to send a message to his family:

   “I predicted that the war would start right before my flight. Should anything happen, forgive me for my good and bad tweets.”

   Mojtaba did not realize at the time how absolutely accurate his prediction was! The successful PHD student from Toronto had just posted his final tweet. Minutes later after takeoff, two missiles struck Ukraine Flight 752 and ended the lives of 176 people.

   The Iranian government had just been humiliated before the watching world by The United States when a deadly drone missile attack killed their top general on January 3 in Baghdad. Now on January 8, just hours after the funeral, they refused to remain silent with their grief. They launched a surprise missile attack into Iraq determined to strike back against American troops. Most of the missiles imploded and failed to reach their targets without inflicting any casualties. However, two missiles unintentionally struck their target, only it wasn’t against Americans, but instead against Iranians!

  Immediately, the deadly game of deception began! It was a game that Iran was very good at! They had been successfully playing this game of deception for more than 40 years in the torture and execution of their own people! The official response to the media was that Ukrainian Flight 752 had experienced some kind of mechanical malfunction. It was a terrible tragedy and the government joined the victims of the families in mourning their deaths. However, within a few hours, a video surfaced on the internet that clearly showed that two missiles were involved in bringing down the airline. The video showed the horror of the plane exploding in mid-air and then seconds later, fiery debris began cascading down toward the ground.

  International outrage from the world community demanded an answer! With their backs up against the wall, the government was forced to admit that they had fired two missiles believing that the United States were retaliating against their attack. The missiles had unfortunately struck an innocent target.

  An incompetent, reckless, and murderous government had once again lied to its people. In a desperate retaliation for the death of their general, the regime instead brought more death and anguish upon innocent Iranians. Just a few months earlier they had deliberately gunned down peaceful protesters in a mass murder spree that in the end had claimed the lives of 1500 people! Now 176 innocent lives could be added to that list. Eighty-two Iranian Canadians, some of them recently married and beginning a new life, were now among the victims in a fiery mass of rubble, their dreams shattered by a corrupt and incompetent government.

                                                                            

  Hamed Esmaelion, author and dentist, living in Richmond Hill Ontario, made one of the most difficult phone calls of his life. He called the school and told them that Reera, his nine-year-old daughter would be absent forever. Both his wife and daughter had tragically perished in the plane crash and now he was alone trying to pick up the pieces of his life. Struggling to cope with his painful loss, Hamed posted a video on Twitter of Reera displaying her musical talent by playing the piano at a recent recital. Reera was not only a gifted pianist but also a gifted athlete, a wonderful soccer player, and a brilliant student who was proficient in three languages, English, French, and Farsi.

                                                                 

  Now Hamed must make the most painful trip of his life by traveling to Tehran to identify the remains of his loved ones.

  Outraged protesters once again took to the streets demanding that the government be held accountable for the senseless deaths of 176 innocent people. Azadi Square, which is nicknamed, “Freedom Square,” was overflowing with angry and bitter Iranians. 41 years of lies, deception, and murders had pushed Iranians to the edge of the cliff. The foundations of this evil regime are filled with cracks revealing a government in chaos and confusion that is ready to implode! 

  The angry and desperate shouts of freedom reverberating throughout the cities of Iran are now being heard all over the world. The media can no longer remain silent about the Iranian cause. They must tell their story so that justice and democracy can once again replace the cracked and evil foundation of this oppressive reign of Mullahs!

                                                              

"Welcome to the future of Iran, President Trump."

 

 The following article was composed by my dear Iranian friend, Paymaneh Sabet. Paymaneh is a Christian, a journalist, and a human rights activist who has been living in Malaysia for more than a decade as a refugee. I met her on Facebook in 2014 and featured her stories in my self-published book, "The Cross in the Desert."

  Paymaneh has written many articles about the struggles of Iranians that I have read on my "Cross in the Desert podcast. We meet several times throughout the year online to pray for the people of Iran. Unfortunately, The U.N. Refugee Program has not been very kind to my Iranian friend. She has been stranded in Malaysia without basic human rights and unable to earn a living for the past 13 years. If Paymaneh leaves her residence to go out publicly, she can be arrested by the police and face possible deportation back to Iran which would be a death sentence.

 Paymaneh's latest article is dedicated to President Trump, who during his first term was a powerful voice for the people of Iran. She writes with passion, a deeply personal letter encouraging President Trump to be a world-changer 

                                                                   

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  Welcome to the future of Iran, President Trump!

                                                                                

  I don't need to emphasize how profoundly joyful true Iranians feel about your inauguration. Freedom is ultimately in God's hands, just as redemption and salvation are the final goals of His kingdom. While you are not the ultimate governor, for Christ alone reigns supreme, you are His instrument, a vessel in His divine plan. Just as God used Persia to liberate Israel from captivity, He now seems to be using you and Prime Minister Netanyahu to not only bring hope to Iranians but more importantly, to open the doors for the gospel.

  The spiritual condition in Iran is dire, yet paradoxically, it is fertile ground. Thousands are seeking the truth, yearning for the light that only Christ can provide. The veil of deception is lifting as Islam reveals its true face to many. This is not mere coincidence, it is God's providence. In this critical hour, the doors to the gospel remain shut within Iran, but the hunger for truth is undeniable.

                                                                           

          

  President Trump, you have been chosen and protected by God to make the United States a beacon of hope and help illuminate the world alongside other vessels of His will, such as Prime Minister Netanyahu and Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi. While I refrain from declaring him King, I deeply love and pray for his leadership, as the Iranian people deserve a leader who leads with justice and truth, not merely a temporary leader after the revolution. I have only one vote and cannot decide on behalf of millions of Iranians, but I truly desire for him to be the king of Iran.

  The battle we face is not just political or worldly, it is a spiritual warfare. The government of my occupied homeland, along with its proxies, may not be the Antichrist, but they undoubtedly stand against our Lord and His truth. This resistance is not merely against a nation, it is against God's chosen people, Israel, and the very foundation of His kingdom. Yet even amidst the chaos, we find purpose, to reveal the truth to those who seek it, to expose the true nature of His enemies, and to stand firm in the faith.

  President Trump, God has always had plans for Iranians. The proof is etched in history. King Cyrus released Israel from captivity, the Persians built the second temple, and the three wise men who visited and presented gifts to the baby Jesus were Persian. These moments remind us of the profound role Persians have played in God's divine narrative.

  Welcome President Trump, to a world riddled with chaos, where doubt clouds vision and war-loving powers manipulate lives. Welcome to a world of bias, discrimination, and injustice. Here, organizations that claim to champion human rights, instead oppress, leaving refugees hungry, homeless, and stripped of dignity for over a  decade. They behave as though they own the very breath and life of the oppressed, telling us to be grateful merely for being alive.

  Welcome to a world where humanitarian aid sometimes comes wrapped in the guise of weapons for terrorists. A world where leaders claim to stand with oppressed peoples yet deal cordially with tyrannical regimes. A world where critical decisions were made by those who hide cruel intentions behind masks of righteousness. This is a world deeply in need of divine intervention and courageous vessels to carry out God's will.

                                                                 

  I believe you, prime Minister Netanyahu, and Crown Prince Reza Pahlavi can, by God's grace, help bring about a world where people live securely and freely. A world where individuals are no longer consumed by daily struggles but are free to see, hear, and embrace the truth. Together, as vessels of God's justice and mercy, you can restore hope and light to nations shrouded in darkness.

  President Trump. may you find wisdom and strength in the Lord, for the task ahead is monumental. But with Christ as the cornerstone and His truth as the guiding light, even the impossible becomes possible. May your leadership pave the way for a brighter future, one that glorifies God and brings peace to a world in desperate need.