Trump spokesperson forced to respond to claims he’s dead or receiving treatment at military hospital

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A message, posted on Telegram by the agency, added: “Informed officials in Iran announced that there were no negotiations and emphasized that until the US completely withdrew, evacuated its bases in the region, paid compensation, and received valid guarantees not to repeat the aggression, neither would the war end nor would the Strait of Hormuz be reopened.”

It stated that even if the war was to come to a close, ‘the situation in the Strait of Hormuz will not return to the pre-war situation’.

Trump claims US and Iran had ‘very good and productive conversations’

Trump gave Iran a deadline to reopen the Strait of Hormuz (Google Maps)

Trump gave Iran a deadline to reopen the Strait of Hormuz (Google Maps)

On Monday (March 23), Trump stated that he had instructed the US Department of War ‘to postpone any and all military strikes’ against Iran following alleged peace talks.

In a Truth Social post, which initially contained an awkward spelling mistake, the POTUS wrote: “I am pleased to report that the United States of America, and the country of Iran, have had, over the last two days, very good and productive conversations regarding a complete and total resolution of our hostilities in the Middle East.

“Based on the tenor and tone of these in depth, detailed, and constructive conversations, which will continue throughout the week, I have instructed the Department of War to postpone any and all military strikes against Iranian power plants and energy infrastructure for a five day period, subject to the success of the ongoing meetings and discussions.”

He also told reporters: “They want very much to make a deal. We’d like to make a deal, too.

“We’re doing a five-day period, we’ll see how that goes. And if it goes well, we’re going to end up settling this. Otherwise, we’ll just keep bombing our little hearts out.”

Iran denies talks with US

Mohammad Bagher Ghalibaf has denied Iran is having talks with the US (Morteza Nikoubazl/NurPhoto via Getty Images)

Mohammad Bagher Ghalibaf has denied Iran is having talks with the US (Morteza Nikoubazl/NurPhoto via Getty Images)

On the other hand, Iranian Parliament Speaker Mohammad Bagher Ghalibaf said in a post on X that ‘no negotiations have been held with the US’.

“Fakenews is used to manipulate the financial and oil markets and escape the quagmire in which the US and Israel are trapped,” he said on social media.

The White House says that while no formal meetings between US and Iranian officials are planned at this stage, the situation is ‘fluid’.

Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt told the BBC: “These are sensitive diplomatic discussions and the US will not negotiate through the press. This is a fluid situation, and speculation about meetings should not be deemed as final until they are formally announced by the White House.”

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