Donald Trump claims it wasn’t US

Children’s bodies lay beneath the rubble and still, the blame is shifting.

A girls’ school is gone, 151 young lives erased in seconds.

Iran points to Washington and Tel Aviv. Trump points straight back at Tehran.

The strike on the Minab girls’ school has become the raw nerve of an already explosive conflict.

Iran frames it as proof that U.S.–Israeli power is lawless and indifferent to Muslim lives.

Washington insists the real culprit is Tehran’s own incompetence, hinting at

misfired Iranian weapons while intelligence agencies quietly sift through wreckage, satellite data, and grainy videos posted in the dead of night.

In the middle of this geopolitical blame game are the parents who sent their daughters to class and received only silence in return.

Tiny backpacks, burned notebooks, and dust-covered shoes now testify where official narratives collide and fracture.

Whether the school was “collateral damage” or a “crime,” the language of strategy feels obscene beside freshly dug graves.

Long after the missiles stop, the memory of Minab will linger, a question mark carved into the conscience of the world.

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