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Calm -> RE: Where are you now? (2/3/2007 11:11:27 AM)
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Salam my friends I left iraq in 74 after doing my first degree, and settled in england by mistake, since then i did 2 more degrees. Now who is the oldest among you? I was the moderator for Iraq.net in the good old days, until god knows what happened to it. I wasn't told, and no one got in touch with me. When I visited home the last time, I cried when I saw our beautiful house turned to an old battered shell, filled with cracks and unrepaired damage from the bombing. My brother said whats the point, if I repair the house they will think I have money and kidnap someone, or a shockwave from a bomb will inflict more damage. My father collected roses, and bulbs, fruits. Our garden was a picture. It was neglected for lack of water, lack of interest. We sat down to talk, and all what I can see is one broken man. My brother is four and half years younger, yet he looked in his mid sixties, and man just lost his wife for cancer in last October. "We aren't human anymore but a bunch of wild animals he said, I can't sleep at night worried about the family, I miss dreaming he laughed, even day dreaming. I don't go out, I don't let my son who is 14 out or even go to school. Between here and the school there are dead bodies everywhere and every day, you in the west don't hear the whole story. Its nothing to do with americans, we just killing each other for the hell of it. I saw them in my own eyes, walking in our street 3 men, just walking, suddenly one of them tooh a hand grenade out od his pocket, and threw it casually at house. He killed two children, and the grandmother." Sorry I am ready for my nursing home. I stopped praying a long time ago, now I am begging god. Enough killing.
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