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Just talking

First can I say "ah"?
OK, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.Now I can write the post,
Today we went to school after 17 days from staying in home, I saw my friends and they are also good but they were felt sad like I did, they didn't Stop telling me a scare story happened in the last days.
We went back to home at 12:30 and after that I had my lunch and after that I do my home work and have a good time with my family after my dad finish his work, that's all what I have today...
see you later with my strange blog

No comment any more :)

I was talking with my friend by E-mail and I decided that there is no comment any more in my blog.
today like every day in Iraq" No electricity ,No fun, , and No peace" there are just" explosion, destruction and more of accident killing".
believe me I don't go out of home for along a long time, that's Ok there is a good news" maybe I can go to school next week" .Any way now and after 34 hours without electricity I feel cold, the winter came suddenly. I thing that our school will look like this in Saturday.
the best thing in this life that your family is always being with you and support you in your life, when I came back from school, I be tired and when I meet my family my feeling being better and my face change from a sad face to a happy face. I don't know why I write about family but I thing that because yesterday I was so sad and I don't know how my uncle know about that, then he talk to me like a brother not like uncle " I don't know how a brothers talk to their sisters because I don't have brother, are your brother talk to you like your sister do, I hope there is a deferent

good bye now and see you later

here is my answer

some one asked me:How can you be sure that Aya's grandfather got killed by bullets of an American soldier's gun?

when Aya's grandfather was killed, he with one of his neighbors were coming back home walking because at that time there were a lot of fire shooting in the area and the americans closed the roads leading to their house. The place in which he got shot in was an opened area and there were no shelters to protect them from fire, there was a shop near by, the shop owner asked them to enter his place till the fire stop but he refused probably because he was worried about his family, he continue to walk, infront of him about 100 m away there was an american stryker, it was in his way home . the American soldiers who were in that stryker shot him in his thight, the bullet cause a severe bleeding, and he fall on the ground , his neighbor and the shop owner tried to take him to the shop but the american soldier shot them, this happen every time they try to bring him to a save place to stop the bleeding , when the fire calm down they took him to a save place and put a bandage over the wound which was bleeding, but they couldn't find a car to take him to the hospital at the proper time, and he died in the way to the hospital from the bleeding. In the hospital they told his family that the bullet has cut the "femoral artery"..

I took this picture last week. A quick description: Barbed wires in the street, two American soldiers pointing their guns somewhere..  

I have an announcement

Because I am 15 years old and I don't traveled to anyplace like you did, and I don't know what are the people around the word thinking, I don't have experience like you.And because I am Iraqi girl, I am one of these people who doesn't understand what going on a round them. Every body in Iraq has her view of the war, of the American soldiers and has her view of Saddam.

I read all the comments that you wrote, some of them hurt me, some of them made me nervous, some of them let me cry, I don't know should I believe you or not. I know that you are looking for my happy, and you wish the best for me. But I am really tired.
In fact I can't understand what you wrote. My father advice me not to write about political situations. That because I am still young. So I will change the kind of subject that I write it.

thank you shawn thank you storyteller, you thing like I think.that is impossiple that some one can imagin what the iraqi feel right now, do you know that Aya's grand father killed last thuresday by one of the american soldiers's bullets.when Aya being 8 years old, and ask me how is her grand father died,what I will answer her? take my place!what you will answer her? when I tell her that the american soldiers kill him.of course she will ask me: why?..how?..and did you do anything about that?..
this post I write it, and the other post I wrote it can be the answer about her questions,that time I can answer her that I did some thing about that, I do what I can do in thats time, I wrote in my blog what is going on in Iraq, how did iraqi attak by american soldiers.

yesterday afew meters I could walk it and reached the door of our home and met one of the american soldiers. one of these could be happend.
1- he killed me.
2- or I killed him.
I feel sick today, this is the third day of al Eid-al futor, and I don't feel that we are in Eid yet, We didn't get out from our home exept yesterday when we went to my aunt's house which is near from our home.

Talking about me...

Some one ask me to put pictures of mosul, I want to tell him that I love to do this but how can I take a picture without go out of my home.
there are many comments and letters I receive it say that I am not Iraqi and another one say that I don't deserve the freedom that the American take it to

the Iraqi people and my view of the war is rung, and I should change it.I tell you what, no body in this word can know what I feeling.
I respect your view of the American soldiers because that is not you who is:
every day the sound of bullets prevent him to sleep.that is not you who is every day the sound of bombs wake him up.that is not you who heard the sound of rocket fall on and he don't know if it will fall to his house or his aunt's house or his grandfather's house.that is not you who saw tank and many American soldiers in front of his house, and that is not you who is the American soldiers prevent you to get out from his house, and if he did simply they kill him.that is not you who heard the sound of bullets and looked from the window and saw that the American move in and there is a car which door opened and there is a blood in ground of the street and you want to get out from your house to help her driver coz you know that he is wounded and need your help. I tell you what, I don't like my life too.
and at least I am a human too, and I have feeling, and I love to be a free person.
that let me remember this poem which said:
am I free and unrestrained or do I walked in chains
do I led myself in this life, or am I being led
am I the one who is walking on the road, or this is the road that is moving?
or we both standing, but it is the time that is running?
I wish I know,but
I don't know

Do you love your baby?

هل تحب طفلك ؟

ونحن أيضا

we also

Do u protect him?

هل تستطيع أن تحميه؟

we cant

نحن لا نستطيع

Do you like their smile??

هل تحب ضحكتهم؟

me too!!

وأنا أيضاً

Do you like peace?

هل تحب السلام ؟؟

Everyone like peace...

الكــــل يحب السلام

هل تحب الحــــــرية؟

do you like freedom?

every one love freedom
ا

Hi every body, this is the first day from our holiday, and I thought that we don't go out from our home today.
I don't meet my aunts and uncles since 30 days ago.
I know that you don't believe me but never mind I can't believe that too.
I put on my new clothes and stay in my home writing this silly post.
what a beautiful day!!!!!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
sorry
I need to do this
bye

dear america

Don't ask me any question about what happened in Mosul, I am really tired of Life.

I didn't go to school from Tuesday. Because the situation is so bad, Thank you America for your help, You made my life more difficult than it was, more worse than it was and more scared.

I should ask you a question: what do you do if some one entered your house with out permission?, "enter by force"?
Tell me what do you do?

I will be a lier if I tell you I can't sleep last night because I was so sad, the truth is I can't sleep because the Americans was bombards our neighborhood.
What should I say, I have so many things I want to write, but I can't.

Till when we must follow what the America says? Till when we should follow their orders ?

Who is America? Ha???

We have the oldest civilizations, We have oil, And we have the capability to rule our selves.

We don't need America to decide our future, We don't need it anyway.

I respect the American people who is not with the war, I respect the American people who love Iraq and want the peace, I respect the American people which my parents talk to me about. ( My parents lived in America 20 years ago, and they admire American people, but not those people who came to Iraq, not them, My parents was surprised when they saw American soldier's character)

Tomorrow is a holiday it will be Eid al_ fitr,because your help I we'll stay in home all the day. And don't go any where. You know why of course
if you didn't offer your help, tomorrow can be one of the best days in my life.

But You help me ... you help every body in this word to destroy their own countries.

But believe me it's time to help your self.

day of my life

tuesday:
Here I am, write to you again, in spite of the bad situation around me...
yesterday when I heard that boush won and the American soldiers will began to attack al_faluja, I began to cry and I couldn't stop, and my head ache me, So I went to bed without finishing my homework as should I do,in the morning when we went to school there was check point, That give me a little moment to look to the book and check my information, When we were in the road to school, One of the girls who is with us in this taxi shout" oooh look at our school, it is not there"
We look to her and wonder" what she is talking about?" that is not our school, That is one of many building that Americans destroyed it in the war.some times you feel that you are not in the same area that you lived all yor life.

Today we went to the shop to found clothes for me while Najma and my father went to the dentist ,anyway that was after the school so, I was so tired and my leg ache me now, there is saying that when your legs ache you that mean you will being tall :) thats good

yesterday one of our teacher gave her son to the lesson, and that was terrible, He took all the pens and pencil from the girls and He don't stop from jumping and running about the class,our teacher shout to him but he didn't stop, the teacher try to continue the course but the girl's eyes looking at the boy all the time.

saturday:
today I had a chimist examination, and the quition was So hard, and the girls began to cry but I didn't.I felt that it was easy, but when I saw that the girls cring and said that it was so hard, I felt that I didn't get well.
I didn't check the answer with my friend till now but I know that I had a small mistake, thanks god anyway.

this is some picture my father took them when he went to egypt.

Hello everybody...How are you?

Today was a normal day in the school. I had an exam and I did ok, I had A French lesson, and I couldn't understand what the teacher said. I was absent-minded all the time. I know that is not good but what can I do, I heard the sound of bombings and bullets so that I couldn't understand.

When I say" today was a quiet day that does not mean there is no bullets or something like that, when I say today was a normal day that does not mean there were no explosions,because if there were no bombings, it's not a normal day.

It is easy to learn the English language, because my parents and my sister can help me. But in French, no body can help me.I really have a problem with French, I can't pronounce anything correctly. And it is so hard to write something in french, there is one word that has 12 letters!!

These days I have a big grief, every night I have a nightmare, my nightmare today was: our taxi driver who take us every day to school kidnapped me and najma, and took us to somewhere dark......

I will write to you again
wait for me