Ayatollah Ali Khamenei is confirmed dead as Iran is bombarded with ANOTHER round of devastating missiles after Israel launches ‘strike wave’

Iran faced a renewed wave of missile strikes early Sunday morning, just hours after the reported death of Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei in joint US-Israeli airstrikes on Tehran. Former President Donald Trump announced Saturday evening that Khamenei, who had led Iran for nearly 37 years, was killed during the bombardment, calling him “one of the most evil people in history.” Iranian state media later confirmed his death, stating, “To Allah we belong and to Him we shall return.” Reports also indicated that several members of Khamenei’s family were killed in the strikes. Shortly after, the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) announced a new wave of attacks targeting Iran’s ballistic missile infrastructure and air defense systems, as explosions were reported in Tehran. The escalation follows Iran’s launch of drones and missiles toward Israel, many of which Israeli air defenses said were intercepted.

Casualty figures continue to rise amid the intensifying conflict. The US-based Human Rights Activists News Agency (HRANA) reported that at least 133 civilians have been killed and around 200 injured, describing the toll as a conservative estimate. Iranian state outlets separately reported over 100 deaths in a strike on a girls’ school in Minab, though such claims are being scrutinized amid conflicting wartime narratives. Iran’s ambassador to the United Nations accused the US and Israel of violating international law, calling the strikes a “war crime” and warning of further retaliation. Meanwhile, political reactions have divided opinion internationally, with some leaders condemning the escalation while others defend the operation as a response to security threats. As military exchanges continue and regional tensions mount, concerns are growing that the conflict could expand further across the Middle East.

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