In 1978 I met an Iranian patient in the hospital where I was working. She was so happy to meet me because she spoke no English, and was glad to know that I, too, was Iranian. Later on I met her daughter, who called me one night at about 10:00 pm, and asked me to stop by her house. That night she opened up to me and poured her heart out about how her husband, still in Iran, had divorced her and taken their children. She sobbed as she told me how her children, six and seven years old, were in Iran and she had not seen them since the beginning of the revolution there. From the time the revolution began, the airports were all basically closed, and no one was able to leave Iran. I told her that I am a Christian woman, and that I will be praying for her.

A couple of days later, her mother was discharged from the hospital and I went to her home for a visit.. The Iranian news was on television, and as the mother was dozing, I turned around and told her daughter, “Do you know that your children are coming to the United States?” I thought her mother was sleeping, but immediately she raised her head off the pillow and said to me,

“My daughter is already crazy. This kind of talk will drive her to the mental hospital. All the airports in Iran are closed.”

I responded, “I believe in a God that has His own transportation system. He is not bound by any government, red tape or closed airport. Mother, my God is able!” Then I danced a little dance and shouted and praised God for His mighty power.

The mother turned and said, “If my grandchildren come to the United States as you say, then I will believe in your God.” At hearing this, I started shouting for joy, because God showed me that this family was about to get saved. Within a few days, I came back to visit again. I shared my faith with them some more. The mother took her necklace off and insisted to put it around my neck. I accepted the necklace. After dinner, she told me it was getting late, and invited me to sleep at their house that night. I was sleeping on the couch, and just before one o'clock in the morning, her grandchildren were behind the door calling their mother. I went into the bedroom and awakened their mother. She opened the door, and there stood her children and their father. All of us cried and wept together. The grandmother said, “Take me to church in the morning.” The children's father said that for days they lived at the airport trying to get out. Finally one airplane was leaving, and they were able to get on it and leave Iran. They all went to church with me and accepted the Lord. The whole church got excited as they heard this testimony.

Later on, the grandmother decided to go to Iran for a visit. I told her that my own family had forsaken me because I had become a Christian. But while she was in Iran, she went to visit my family, and congratulated my parents for having a daughter like Simin. My mother told her, “My daughter is wonderful - the only thing bad about her is that she is a Christian.”

Oh, that the Moslem world would know what a precious Savior we have! The Word says, “The god of this world [Satan] has blinded the minds of them which believe not.” 2 Corinthians 4:4.