I found him. His name is Jesus.

That is worth pausing on, because it is not the picture most people in the West have. Her family prayed. They fasted. They read the Quran. They stayed away from mosques, because what they saw there looked like performance rather than devotion, and they wanted the real thing.

At nine years old, Golsa chose to wear the hijab. Nobody made her. She led the prayers at her school. She wanted to please God, and she was willing to pay whatever it cost.

Her father read the Quran cover to cover, twice. He arrived at the same violent passages that would later stop Vahid, and he came to a conclusion that took considerable courage to say out loud in that house: "This book is not from God — but we will still seek God."

So they kept looking.

Golsa's sister was born without a fibula. A surgery in Iran went badly, and there were no better options in Europe. Her mother eventually found a doctor in Florida. Her father called it a one-in-a-million chance. Within six months, the money was there and the visas were granted.

In January 2012, in a hotel lobby in Florida, a couple walked over to her parents and asked whether they could pray for her sister.

That is the whole of it. No argument. No tract. A question in a lobby.

And then that couple drove an hour every week, just to check on them. Not to close anything. To visit. Relationship first, and the gospel second.

In November 2012, Golsa's parents were baptised.

Someone had given her a Bible in Florida, and she read it ten to twelve hours a day. She was not browsing. She was doing what she had always done — searching, at whatever cost. And she reached John 14:6, where Jesus says "I am the way, the truth, and the life."

She screamed. Then she went to find her father, and told him:

"I found him. His name is Jesus."

Going back to Iran as a Christian family meant rejection, and worse than rejection. She describes the risk plainly: execution, without trial, for the whole family. So they left.

Golsa gives the ministry its sharpest idea, and it is hers, not borrowed from a missions textbook:

"Muslims, going back to Ishmael — they are the rejected, an orphan spirit. So when you truly love a Muslim, they will desire and want to know the love in you, which is Jesus."

Read her story and Vahid's next to each other and the same shape appears twice. Neither of them was argued into the kingdom. He walked into a room of people worshipping and was welcomed even though he had come to fight. She was met by a couple in a hotel lobby who asked to pray and then kept turning up for months.

That is not a warm anecdote sitting next to the training. It is the training. Everything RTN teaches about reaching Muslims is the thing that was done to its two founders first.