“I wasn’t there. And that’s what kills me,” he said, clutching a small doll retrieved from the rubble—the only thing left of his daughter. “I wish I had died with them.”

He now lives with his brother. He rarely speaks, keeps his phone off, and rebuffs all visitors. “My wife and daughter are dead. I don’t want to live,” he repeats to those who try to reach him.

Afrooz Nazem, a homemaker in her late 30s, lost her husband as he slept beside her when the strike hit their home.

“I woke up to a violent noise, then total darkness… and then he was gone,” she said. Neighbors pulled her from the debris. Her husband did not survive.

Now she can only sleep when wrapped in the scent of his shirt. She says his voice still echoes in the places where she used to see him, and every evening, as dusk falls, she hears the sound of his footsteps.

Mostafa Ahmadian, a government employee and a resident of the same building, was the sole provider for his wife and their three children. On the night of the attack, the family had gathered around the television.

Ahmadain survived only because he had stepped out to visit his parents nearby. When he returned, his home was gone.

“The wall had collapsed… the children’s toys were still burning. My wife… there was no sound. I couldn’t find them. I couldn’t even recognize their bodies,” he said quietly.

Over the past five days, communities across Tehran have endured repeated strikes, leaving regular Iranians fearful and uncertain about what comes next, while daily life in the capital has ground to a halt. Schools and universities have shut their doors. Banks are closed, restaurants shut entirely or operating at limited capacity, and a heavy sense of uncertainty hangs in the air. Streets are tense, as many have begun stockpiling food after markets and grocery stores abruptly closed, preparing themselves for a protracted conflict.

Groups of residents can be seen gathering on sidewalks and street corners, anxiously exchanging updates and rumors, trying to make sense of the chaos around them. Many have voiced frustration with the policies of the current regime, which they believe led the country into this crisis, yet they remain reluctant to challenge it openly, especially amid mounting pressure from Israel.

“We’re just waiting for this nightmare to end,” one such person told The Nation, who chose to remain anonymous out of fear of reprisal.

Mohammad Ali Na’em, a man in his early 30s, stepped out of his apartment building near Nobonyad Square in northeast Tehran on Sunday evening to fetch dinner. His elderly mother, who suffered from heart disease, remained alone in their apartment, waiting for his return.

She had no way of knowing these would be her final moments.

“I was just two minutes away from home when the explosion hit,” he recalled. “I ran toward the building, screaming her name with everything I had.”

But what he found was not his mother; it was the ruins of their apartment scattered across the street, his neighbors weeping in silence. Moments later, the paramedics carried lifeless bodies cloaked in ash.

Although Israel’s operation was officially aimed at military assets, the destruction quickly extended beyond those limits. Na’em’s mother died on the third night of hostilities between the two countries.

Families across the capital had been clinging to hope that the attacks would remain confined to military targets, that it might all be over within hours. But war had other plans.