Popular Muslim Imam from Tehran Breaks His Silence On When Jesus Spoke To Him About the Iran-US War
Ali Kam is dead.
On February 28th, 2026, fire fell from the sky on his compound in central Thran.
His daughter burned, his granddaughter burned.
His son-in-law burned.
Jesus didn’t tell me the exact date this would happen, but 2 years ago in 2024, he showed me it was coming.
He showed me the fire.
He showed me the strike.
He showed me the compound in flames.
And he told me to run or I would die with them.
My name is Imam Hussein Kashani and this is the first time I am showing my face since I fled Iran in 2024.
I warned them this was coming.
They called me a traitor.
They called me an Israeli spy.
They called me an American agent.
They hunted my family.
They tortured people I loved.
But everything Jesus told me came true down to the smallest detail.
The fire from heaven.
The joint American and Israeli strike.
The supreme leader dead in his own home.
And now I’m going to tell you everything.
This is April 2026.
The 40 days of mourning in Iran just ended 3 weeks ago.
Moshtaba Kam Ali’s son is now sitting on his father’s throne as the third supreme leader.
The regime is pretending everything is under control.
They are pretending the Islamic Republic is strong and will continue forever.
But I know what’s coming next.
Jesus showed me that too.
And before this year is over, the whole world will see that the God of heaven is tearing down the throne of the Ayatollas piece by piece.
I have been silent for almost 2 years.
I have been hiding in a place I cannot name in a country I cannot reveal.
I have watched from the shadows as everything Jesus showed me in 2024 unfolded exactly as he said it would.
I have carried the weight of knowing what was coming and not being able to stop it.
I have lived with the guilt of running away while my family paid the price for my obedience to ChriSt. But now the time has come to break my silence.
Now the world needs to hear my story.
Not because I am important, not because I am special, but because what happened to me proves that Jesus Christ is alive.
He is real.
And he is moving in iron right now in ways the regime cannot stoP. Let me take you back to the beginning, back to early 2024, before any of this started.
Back when I was still Imm Hussein Kashani, one of the most respected Friday prayer leaders in Tehran.
Back when I had everything a man in the Islamic Republic could want.
By 2010, I had become wellknown in Thran religious circles.
I was invited to speak at larger mosques.
I appeared on religious television prograMs. I was asked to give advice to government officials.
In 2015, I was appointed as the lead Friday prayer imam at the Javadia mosque in eastern Thran.
This was a significant position.
The mosque was large and influential.
Thousands of people came to hear me preach every week.
I had connections to people in the revolutionary guards.
I had access to regime officials.
I was living a comfortable life.
I had respect.
I had influence.
I had security.
The year of the November protests.
You remember what happened?
The government raised fuel prices suddenly and drastically.
People poured into the streets all across Iran.
They were angry.
They were desperate.
They chanted against the regime.
They burned pictures of Kamina.
And the regime’s response was brutal beyond words.
I watched from my position of privilege as the revolutionary guards and besid militias opened fire on unarmed protesters.
I saw the videos that were smuggled out on the internet.
I saw young men shot in the streets.
I saw bodies being dragged away by security forces.
I heard reports that over 1500 people were killed in just a few days.
1500 Iranians, most of them young, gunned down for daring to say they were hungry and tired of corruption.
And through all of this, I was expected to preach submission.
I was expected to tell my congregation that the protesters were enemies of Islam.
I was expected to justify the killings as necessary to protect the revolution.
I did what I was told.
I stood in the pulpit of Javad mosque and I repeated the regime’s talking points.
I called the protesters misguided.
I said they were being manipulated by foreign enemies.
I said the security forces had no choice but to restore order.
But inside my soul was screaming.