From The Times and the Sunday Times, this is the story on Saturday. I'm Rosie Wright.

The war in Iran has left its people and a nation divided. Some openly welcome the death of the

Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Hamini, seeing it as a long-awaited chance for regime change.

Others mourn, steadfast in their loyalty to the Islamic Republic.

The divisions run deep, cutting across generations. Majid Pasa grew up in one such household, a father who favours gradual democratic reform,

and a mother and brother loyal to the regime.

It's a story that reflects the experiences of many across Iran.

Today, on the story, he shares his journey of growing up in a country divided, navigating

faith and family amid conflict.

Music My name is Majid Parsa.

I'm an Iranian doctor and I'm currently living in London.

Thank you. I'm currently living in London. Momon used to send me a steady stream of Quranic recitations and warnings about Western imperialism.

I used to roll my eyes when I received them, but now I missed them.

Since the bombing began, I have had only one or two messages from my family in Iran.

On a video via WhatsApp two days ago, Moman said she is safe.

It was recorded by my brother and sent to my aunt.

I watched the news, Harmoni's death, explosion after explosion in my home city, Tehran. I feel hope that this is it, the end of this regime, but fear is not far behind.

I try to remember who lives where, and if there is a military base or government office near them.

My parents have moved from their home in Tehran to stay with my brother and the Holy

City of Mashad in northeast of Iran, where bombing is less intense.

I imagine Mammon on her prayer mat, reading the Quran before setting off, pausing for a second

as a rocket land, but never breaking prayer. Always ready for martyrdom.

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