Prayer Fuel

Field Team Daily Prayer Request:

Almighty God, we come to You in prayer today, lifting up “Hossaim” and the church planting teams he serves in and around Tehran, Iran. We thank You for his faithfulness and his commitment to the Kingdom despite many odds, and we ask that You would exercise Your spiritual authority on his behalf.

According to 1 Peter 3:22, we know that, Jesus, You are at the Heavenly Father’s right hand. All angels, authorities, and powers are in submission to You. We join with “Hossaim” and his teams, declaring that You, Jesus, are the righteous King, rightfully to be enthroned over Tehran. May Your Kingdom come! In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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110 City Focus: TEHRAN, Iran

The call to prayer drifts through the streets of Tehran as the sun sinks behind the Alborz Mountains. I pull my scarf a little tighter and step into the crowded bazaar, lost among the noise and color. To everyone around me, I’m just another face in the crowd — but inside, my heart beats to a different rhythm.

I wasn’t always a follower of Jesus. I grew up faithfully keeping the rituals of my family — fasting, praying, reciting the words I was taught — hoping they would make me good in the eyes of God. But no matter how hard I tried, a deep emptiness remained. Then one day, a friend quietly handed me a small book, the Injil — the Gospel. “Read it when you’re alone,” she whispered.

That night, I opened its pages and met Someone I had never known before. Jesus — the One who healed the sick, forgave sins, and loved even His enemies. The words felt alive, as if they were reaching into my very soul. When I read about His death and realized He had died for me, tears fell freely. Alone in my room, I whispered my first prayer to Him — not aloud, but from the deepest part of my heart.

Now, every day in Tehran is a step of quiet faith. I meet with a few other believers in secret homes, where we sing softly, share Scripture, and pray for one another. We know the cost — discovery could mean prison, or worse — yet the joy of knowing Him is greater than any fear.

Some nights, I stand on my balcony overlooking the glowing city. Nearly sixteen million people live here — so many who have never heard the truth about Jesus. I whisper their names to God — my neighbors, my city, my country. I believe the day will come when the Gospel will be spoken freely in Tehran, and these same streets will echo not just with the call to prayer, but with songs of praise to the living Christ.

Until that day, I walk quietly — but boldly — carrying His light into the shadows of my city.

Prayer for the Unreached/Frontier People:

• Gilaki
• Mazanderani
• Persian