It was just past midnight on 12 June when I was jolted awake by a deafening noise.
The explosions came in waves - long, continuous, terrifying. At first, I was frozen, disoriented. Then came the sharp crack of anti-aircraft guns, more explosions, and the roar of fighter jets flying alarmingly low. My mind struggled to make sense of it - until one chilling thought hit me: “Dear God… it’s happened - the thing we prayed would never come.”
I reached for my phone, frantically scrolling through news feeds. For hours, there was nothing. Just silence.
Then the alerts came.
I was right. Reports confirmed targeted strikes, deadly sabotage, and the killing of dozens of senior Iranian military commanders and nuclear scientists. The unthinkable was unfolding.
