But as each equations have some variations. I am here with so many Moslawies living our fears, hurts and pain over again and again.
Each moments that we passed through gave us enough time to feel,think and regret.
every second is passing like a week. I need a coma after a day full of chaos and senses.
I need more than a pen to write about my feeling, I need more than a mind to understand them!
I am just feeling that we are part of somebody's else game, a game that I have no desire to play and no ability to watch.
I fled the city of Mosul after 2014 cascades but whether I want this or not; my roots are still there. Each hurts that hit Moslawies, hit me as well. Each shell that killed a military soldier fighting against ISIS and fighting for Mosul is killing me as well.
I can't stop watching news and checking facebook page of # الحرس الوطني
I can't stop looking for answers to my questions, looking for new news, and most importantly a good news.
After all, I end up with a body that is empty from his soul, counting days and hours till this nightmare end. I don't like to be pessimistic but I can't help being otherwise.
There is always a reality that I am afraid to write about even thought I am still writing posts using pseudonym.
while I am writting this, there are peoples in Mosul so close to my heart, living the fears every seconds!
While I am getting really frighten when my daughter get cold, there are mothers in Mosul having fears about what will happened to their child if they will be bombed, having fears that death is waiting their child and waiting their lovers.
Anyone from us can't put himself in Moslawies shoes these days. Not even me!
As I heared from many relatives who lived through Iraq war with Iran and with Kuwait and Iraq war in 2003. All said that Mosul fall in 2014 was the worst thing that they have ever experience.
Mosul will be liberated at the end but I am wondering of how many lives will be left there !
Stay safe; my family and friends
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