Thursday, August 10, 2017

Everyone drinks strength from you

you still strong as you always have been even after the massive devastation,
You are too old but you still at the prime of your life. I have feeling of envy to your ability to keep coolness while you are in the middle of this chaos occurring around you, your silence and quietness magically spreads peace and calm.
You passed through terrible times just like everyone in my city, you saw the scenes of war, death and you have lost all the beloved people around you but you still strong enough to move on through this tough life, you lived those dismal nights full of fear and sadness. You saw the missiles and bullets crushing everything around you and you were brave enough to take the rubbles to keep them deep inside you!!
Do you remember when you have been accused that someday you will get enraged and will blast everything, we had faith that you would be merciful toward your city and you wouldn’t be like them, you do love peace.
You are such a compassionate that you still taking care of that flower growing near you under the wreckage. We know you are sad and crying every night and that feeling of loneliness is tearing you apart but you are not alone, we all have the same feeling, we all are suffering just like you. You mean a lot to us, you are not just a river you are as precious as Mosul.
Keep strong our lovely Tigris, everyone drinks strength from you...

Saturday, August 05, 2017

It's all gone

This is a letter from Mosul

Time: 2007
Place: Mosul/Iraq somwhere near Al Nabi younis mosque
Persons appers on the scene: my brother in law (A) and my grandmother




This is my brother ;my brother's hobby was taking care of plants and implanting trees and flowers. (A) loved to give people the beautiful colorful view that bring them happiness and  more over (A) was taking care of the people sight; yes he was an ophthalmologist.

when this man was thinking of how to implant a tree in the pavement; a terrorist was planning of how to implant a bomb to explode the Mosque of Al Nabi younis ( you see in the photo).

when he was working on returning back the light into the eyes of patients, the terrorisim took out the light of hope from his children; leaving them orphans in a life knows no justice.

(A) succeed in implanting and giving life to a new treee
on the other hand, the terrorisim succeed in taking life of his youngest Son.

ISIS left a bomb car infront of his resident house and hide on the next house during the battle of liberation.


At the end of this struges in life;
The grandmother appered on the picture died,
My brother died,
His younges son died,
His house on the other side of pavement was being shelled and pulled down (2017)
Al Nabi-younis mosque was boombed completely (2014)

and the tree, left alone wispering and praying to Allah (the name of God) to give mercy to the Souls of the father and his Son.

Don't be afraid ; you are between Allah's hand,
You are in our hearts and prayers.



Al Nabi younis mosque after ISIS bombed it

the survived implanted tree
The house where A was living (my family house).
 after the coalittion force shelling
My brother and my nephew died during the strike

After this picture lose it's components, the world wears the black, and the bright colorful view that my brother tried to give for us, became notheing more than a dream, this picture too is now nothing mere than a scene.

This is one from thousands picture of the my past, a beautiful past but it was un pleasant to live.

#mosul_liberation
#mosul_is_burning
#story_of_my_life
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Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Two humans...one world


       Every human has needs, dreams and ambitions and we ,as Moslawis “referring to people from Mosul”, are part of this world, we genuinely have the needs for living and to dream for a better future. I am now 28 years old, which means that I have been living half of my age in warfare, what a peaceful life!!. I think every one in Mosul has the same feeling of living a delusive life, a life in a different definition to those who live out of this spot. If you ask a child what would make him happy, he may answer “meeting his dream hero, or buying a new toy” while a Moslawi child’s answer might be “ sleeping a night without a sound of a bullet”! It was my dream 14 years ago as well. A man may consider himself lucky to still alive after having his house fallen over his head due to an explosion in the vicinity and he has to be thankful even if he has lost all his property just like a man who would get a better job, buy a new car, or win a lottery!. A huge gap is present between the two humans  make it impossible to compare. Mosul now is in urgent need for help, Rehabilitation is required not only in on infrastructures aspects but also on the people themselves, they are now desperate and have lost hope, 14 years of war and fears finished by destroying the city and they are required to show gratitude and without any complains although it’s not their faults that Mosul invaded by brutal terrorists. It is required ages to make that child forget the sight of her lovely doll being buried under the rubble and she wouldn’t hug it before going to bed any more!. Children need to be “reformatted” to love the life again, to dream with brighter tomorrow, to make make them realize that there is another side of this world which is totally safe.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Let the people see the peace they deserve

Mosul now has been freed, another episode of war series is over, it is really like a dramatic series that refuse to end, it seems like the author is enjoying and he has no intension to end it. The sound of bullets went silent declaring proudly that nothing remains to be shot, leaving more than 40000 civilians dying unmercifully. Many of people there have lost their whole families, hundreds of children became alone with no home or parents, how would those be able to live their lives after the nightmares they suffered?!
How could that man sitting on the rubble of his destroyed house looking for his family under the stones believe that the life is fair and deserve to be lived. What was the guilt they made to live through such miserable life?
The city now has no present and its glorious past has been effaced. The city icon “Alnoori mosque with Al hadbaa leaning minaret” is crushed, knowing that its age is about 900 years old which means that it is older than the leaning tower of pisa in Italy!!! Beside the mosque of the prophet Jonah which was built over the palace of Assyrian king Esarhaddon 600 years BC that was blown up by ISIS in 2014. All are worthless being in the land of war, Iraq, where nothing judges but the weapon.
The smashed old city was one of the most vital areas in Mosul. Once you cross the old bridge you reach an area called Al Maidan which contains small restaurant making grilled fishes and meats, and you hear the peddlers calls for their goods. The bazaar of the old city is composed of inter connected narrow streets, each was specialized with goods that are not sold in other places such as golds, electronics, stationeries, clothes…etc. The city was overcrowded with people walking, working and buying. The old city now is a ghosts’ city nothing around but rubbles, smoke and dead bodies.



Reports revealed that about 75% of Mosul city is completely destroyed and 6 districts in west Mosul are completely destroyed with 11000 houses are now severely damaged. It is estimated that far more than 500 Million dollars are required for reconstruction. Mosul needs miracles as the government would be unable to afford the cost beside the corruption that is widespread among its foundations.
We hope this will be the last episode as nothing left to be destroyed further. We hope that the author’s pen is running out of ink!! Let the people see the peace they deserve…


 

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

It's matter if you are Iraqi,


with this all bad calamities that hit my life during the last 15 years especially the last three one, All things are losing their glowing meaning of happiness.

I mean, Eid is not Eid without a family!
Full time electricity is not the exact truth meaning of comfort ( as I thought during my whole life in Iraq)
Being a free as a person out of Iraq, doesn't mean the full freedom. within countries; you will find different restrictions that draw different borders for your dreams.

within times, I find no place for happiness in my heart, the happiness is only temporal come and go within minutes. Yes I feel joy and happy when the weekend come and I go for a journey with my husband and daughter but this happiness fade away once i come back home!

I don't know how, all things are meaningless for me and in the same time even the small tiny things are sometimes matter.
- chronic hair fall really matter for me, being a hairy refugee is better than being a bald one!
 - potty training"  my daughter really matter for me;
I know you may find me crazy that I add more stress to my mental problems by thinking that potty training my daughter is a big deal.
But believe me, it is a really big deal since my daughter is an Iraqi child. And regardless her age; she will end up one day thinking that she have no choices and no control over anything happened around her, and no control over anything in her life except her bladder!! 😫🚽


#Iraqi_free
#Happiness
#refugee
#dream
#potty_training