Around 7 months ago the US and Israel attacked Iran. I was at school that day (in iran our weekends are Friday and Thursday). Its was around 9 when we heard jets. I go to an international school so we were having English when we heard it. We all looked out the window and saw a fighter jet pass by. After 20 mins we evacuated the class at 11 I left the school and by 2 I was home. This was not the previous 12 day war it was stronger and weirder. That day followed bombings and missiles attacks but I was not scared I was hopeful the war would end the years of suffering. Around 12-1 my mom woke me up and told me "he' died. I thought that day soon iran would be freed and we would live in a better place I was wrong. I hope the best for my country
