This is what I need really, those pictures in
my head is torturing me
Pictures from the past, past enough to be in
Iraq but not that much to be in peace since that happened loooong long ago and
had been removed with crowds.
Pictures that I want to forget are not
miserable to be sad about, not even regrettable to take lessons from.
Those that remain here in my head are those
attached with heart, those that shedding down my tears everynight.they are the sounds of
family gathering in Eids greeting and relieving
each other's grief. The laughs of my nieces and my nephews , Oh I missed them
to death
They are the hand of friend that used to pull
off my tears and make me able to overcome my problems. The hand of "Noor" that still pulling off my tears but only in
dreams.
They are my old life routines, but they are not
boring to me now !
it is my early awake to go to my job in
Hospital, My JOB oh God I miss working and gaining money and shopping with my own
money and having my own
money L
money L
I missed my small apartment, I won't say it's
so small anymore. I miss my bedroom , it was as white as we need our life to
be.
I miss my private pharmacy, I don't know why I am
crying when I am writing about it, I only opened it for 20 days and then ISIS
came and my efforts and my husband tiredness gone in vain .
It was our mutual goal. It was the pharmacy of
my dream, isn't it what every pharmacist dream ?
I miss counting the days down till my parent's
day visit come and go there to spend the very few hour before my husband came
to take me off because it is not safe to be out of house after 8 pm !!?
I miss watching movies with my husband although
the electricity may turn off and you may lose the interest in completing the
rest of it in the next day!
I miss streets, although they are always
closed, always crowded and always risky !
I miss Mosul biggest and oldest Mosque " Jami al nabi younis" although
I only entered it twice, but it was the blessed that gone when ISIS attacked the city
After all, things I miss are mostly
changed
Most of, are not worthy to feel sorry
about
But
every little details of them living with me, hurting me from the inside and
that's maybe why I have no intent to return back to where those memories came
from. And I have no wish to live them again.