tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75367712024-03-08T14:31:23.576+03:00HNK's blog is a diary of IraqiGirlنفيت واستوطن الاغراب في بلدي… . ودمروا كل اشيائي الحبيباتيHadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-74175114986266581682018-09-18T04:55:00.000+03:002018-09-18T04:55:44.781+03:00Turrning up from a refugee to a resident !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It have been a tough, big and very busy year in my life * just like any other year since I am mature*. In the last post that I wrote nearly a year before, I was refugee dragging grief behind through out her life in Jordan. Hopefully and thankfully, I had granted humanitarian visa to come into Australia, about time too.<br />
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Life is different here, or in another words; THERE IS A LIFE here! tedah<br />
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Compare to the 25 years in my lovely,battling country, I was only born just after I reached Australia!<br />
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I am really busy just like a toddler, sharing the same enthusiasm to learn everything, have absolutely no idea of how some stuffs are going on, but keep trying and embarrass myself, It's just like I was living in another planet. I am seriously looked at like one of centaur: you didn't try trampoline before? you didn't taste Avocado? see traffic jam like something usual! don't know how to use the master card! didn't have a bank account before? didn't ride a car? didn't been in a pool or beach before? didn't do camping before! didn't been in a festival before!?<br />
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yes, I am a centaur come from another planet, I came from hell actually!<br />
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I am seriously feeling peace inside now, I feel like I made a big jump in my life, I boosted the quality of life for my little daughter and hopefully she will not suffer like every Iraqi child.<br />
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In the same time, I am under a big, unbelievable stress in all walks of life; finding a house to rent was a very big challenging, enrolling in TAFE to improve my English keep me busy, mean while I have to start studying soon to do an exam for accreditation of my qualification here. it is big "to do" list BUT I can do it, I can, I can, I can.</div>
Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-51125002923910262482017-10-17T10:35:00.000+03:002017-10-17T10:35:58.549+03:00One year timeline...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Twelve months have passed since the government announced
that the military campaign to recapture Mosul from ISIS terrorists has been
finally unleashed. Every one of us was eager to hear that announcement, it<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span>s
time to end the dark night, to see the light at the end of the tunnel. This
eagerness was disrupted by the strangling worries when you see all those
military hosts equipped with devastating weapons and you know that those
weapons will be thrown upon the city where innocent people, your beloved family,
friends are still living, suffering from fears, hunger, and an unknown destiny.
The battle started on17th of October 2016, we couldn<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">’</span>t sleep that
night, we were doing nothing but to surf through the news media.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The scenario was fast at the beginning, and the scenes were
promising and gave us some hope that innocents are going to be safe. It was
fraught to see the people who were lucky to flee safely from the combat zone in
that misery, they were emaciated, tired and barely able to breathe and their
looks told a story of days full of pain <span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL" lang="AR-SA" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;"><span dir="RTL"></span><span dir="RTL"></span>، </span>worries, and a big
question<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">…</span>why us? What guilt did we make to deserve this punishment?!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Day by day, things went more wildly and became bloodier,
people were buried under their houses, and we all have lost people we love and
care about...<o:p></o:p></div>
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On 10th of July 2017, the Iraqi government announced that
Mosul is fully liberated from ISIS terrorists, leaving thousands of killed
people and a destroyed city that was inhabited, one day, by two million people.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Within the <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">“</span>liberation year<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;">”</span>, Mosul has
become a semi-dead city. While people on
the left coast are trying to summon up the courage and to start a new life with
the scarce support from the government, the right coast is now is a deserted,
destroyed city, people are forbidden to cross to the right coast and many of
them are still having relatives buried under the wreckage!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Again, innocent people are the biggest loser from this war
and they are always the victims of the politicians and all we need now is the
international support and a protection to those innocent people as it is unjust
to leave them at the mercy of those who would not care about them and would
never bring peace to the city. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-59870482498299543012017-08-10T13:01:00.001+03:002017-08-10T13:01:30.186+03:00Everyone drinks strength from you<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-cb96-ac91-c896-ad97570586ce" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">you still strong as you always have been even after the massive devastation,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">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. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">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!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">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.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Keep strong our lovely Tigris, everyone drinks strength from you...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386716275720903867noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-41068838664650677652017-08-05T11:56:00.000+03:002017-08-05T11:56:39.445+03:00It's all gone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a letter from Mosul<br />
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Time: 2007<br />
Place: Mosul/Iraq somwhere near Al Nabi younis mosque<br />
Persons appers on the scene: my brother in law (A) and my grandmother<br />
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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.<br />
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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).<br />
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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.<br />
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(A) succeed in implanting and giving life to a new treee<br />
on the other hand, the terrorisim succeed in taking life of his youngest Son.<br />
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ISIS left a bomb car infront of his resident house and hide on the next house during the battle of liberation.<br />
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At the end of this struges in life;<br />
The grandmother appered on the picture died,<br />
My brother died,<br />
His younges son died,<br />
His house on the other side of pavement was being shelled and pulled down (2017)<br />
Al Nabi-younis mosque was boombed completely (2014)<br />
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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.<br />
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Don't be afraid ; you are between Allah's hand,<br />
You are in our hearts and prayers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Al Nabi younis mosque after ISIS bombed it</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the survived implanted tree</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house where A was living (my family house).<br />
after the coalittion force shelling<br />
My brother and my nephew died during the strike</td></tr>
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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.<br />
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This is one from thousands picture of the my past, a beautiful past but it was un pleasant to live.<br />
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#mosul_liberation<br />
#mosul_is_burning<br />
#story_of_my_life<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-73875053765055001062017-08-01T19:02:00.000+03:002017-08-01T19:02:16.542+03:00Two humans...one world<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-9e65-af50-503e-aa46c7db237b" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"> 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.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386716275720903867noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-60601525322248933632017-07-28T21:53:00.000+03:002017-07-28T21:53:00.608+03:00Let the people see the peace they deserveMosul 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?!<br />
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?<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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…<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386716275720903867noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-52256273029602069402017-07-19T17:39:00.001+03:002017-07-19T17:39:38.406+03:00It's matter if you are Iraqi,<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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I mean, Eid is not Eid without a family!<br />
Full time electricity is not the exact truth meaning of comfort ( as I thought during my whole life in Iraq)<br />
Being a free as a person out of Iraq, doesn't mean the full freedom. <b>within countries; you will find different restrictions that draw different borders for your dreams.</b><br />
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within times, I find no place for happiness in my heart, <b>the happiness is only temporal</b> 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!<br />
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I don't know how, all things are meaningless for me and in the same time even the small tiny things are sometimes matter.<br />
- chronic hair fall really matter for me, being a hairy refugee is better than being a bald one!<br />
- potty training" my daughter really matter for me;<br />
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.<br />
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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 <b>she have no choices and no control over anything happened around her, and no control over anything in her life except her bladder!! 😫🚽</b></div>
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#Iraqi_free<br />
#Happiness<br />
#refugee<br />
#dream<br />
#potty_training</div>
Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-8124890520162685912017-07-01T01:24:00.000+03:002017-07-01T01:24:59.376+03:00Phantom pain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Is a perception sensation that an individual experience related
to a limb or organ that is not part of the body.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is not a medical lecture, this is my internal emotional
sensation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nabi Yunis mosque (Tomb of Jonah) was bombed 3 years ago and
I still can see it from the guest room window of my parents house !<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can still feel the standing potency of the hunchback
mosque that the ISIS blew a week ago !<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I can still hear the sound of my passed nephew Anas!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t help myself to believe that all of that are things
from the past that will never ever return!<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t help because I am from Mosul, and Mosul is running in
my blood and in my heart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And if a right finger’s ring is that which connect between
our Souls ( my country and me) then imputed the finger by fleeing the country
doesn’t mean that our spiritual consensus is over ! NO, I am still wearing the
same ring but in another hand ( country), and whenever someone mention the name
of “Mosul”, “home”; I am still painfully checking my right hand finger although
my right hand finger is imputed and Mosul is Erased from the plan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t add more words, but if you understand my point; you
will understand why after all; there is no Joy accompany the liberation process
as Mosul is losing the base from where all this culture and historical
civilization shine !<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com1Jordan30.585164 36.23841400000003423.647792499999998 25.911265500000034 37.5225355 46.565562500000034tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-89746501727148121602017-06-22T01:06:00.000+03:002017-06-22T01:08:12.597+03:00beyond average talk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Day by day, the life is getting harder, I am over exhausted from hanging to patience and waiting for the unknown. Every normal day is a grueling day that make you feel tired out at the end but you feel happy that another day has finished. The only thing that make me forget the time in those gloomy days is nurturing my little daughter. She is now a cute 2 and nearly a half years old “refugee”. Caring, Feeding, and playing with her make me able to cope with my days and my time and help me to forget the fact that I’m living such hard days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">She was born in 21</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 6.6pt; vertical-align: super;">st</span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"> of January 2015, after 7 months from fleeing Mosul and being refugees in Jordan. Having a baby was a big change in my life although I had a worrying feeling about living without basic rights and I know I have to make a commitment to do my best in order to give her an easy living.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Luckily, it was easy to get a birth certificate here even if you are a refugee and not residing in the country as I was afraid that I won’t be able to register her here if I have the status of refugee or an asylum seeker. Good news to hear that we were able to vaccinate her using her birth certificate. We had to register her with us in UNHCR in order to be legally protected, but we postponed it to the next summer as she was too young and the weather was extremely cold.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;"> I remember that day when we took her to the UNHCR office, I was carrying her through that long road that reaches the main gate. Lots of thoughts came to my mind at that moment, I had a feeling of oppression with every step, although the road was crowded with all those refugees waiting for their turns, I was not hearing anything but a voice in my head “what an unfair world, I am taking my little angel to give her a label of being a refugee, O God help us!”. I felt helpless and I knew that I had no other choice to protect her. I convinced myself “this too shall pass!”. The positive thing is that she was too young to realize what was going on around her, she was staring at the people around us with curious looks, and trying to understand the world around her. Thankfully, she wouldn’t see the sadness on the faces around us, or the worries frazzling that old man that was sitting nearby us. She was flinching every time an officer calls the numbers of the people in the queue, she was clinching to me and watching carefully anyone who would go to the counter. When the officer called our number, he led us toward other room when other female officer took her information, “Congratulations, she is now a refugee”.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">Although we are living a hard life and we are deprived from many of our basic needs, we still blessed to have the chance to flee the disaster in Mosul. People there have no chance to survive, building and houses are crumbling over their heads, and the people who are besieged by ISIS terrorists have nothing to eat. Witnesses, who could flee from there, said that people started to eat grass and even tissues(Kleenex) as they are unable to go out of their houses’ basements because of the fighting and bombing in the vicinity. There is no chance for those people to be evacuated, ISIS snipers would kill anyone who doesn’t belong to them, they are unmercifully shooting women and children who are trying to flee toward the Iraqi forces, and the streets of the old city in the right coast of Mosul now are completely destroyed and heaped with dead bodies of innocent people who were murdered by ISIS monsters.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline;">The battle now has reached the last episode, it is in the old city of Mosul. I don’t know how this will end as the building there are about 200 years old and they hardly withstand the wind. the historical identity to Mosul will be smashed and more innocent people will die and we have no power to do anything but to wish that the war should end as soon as . </span></div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-77839528687608211742017-05-20T10:52:00.001+03:002017-05-26T02:18:52.843+03:00Home sickness; Not really
home sickness !
No No No;
Maybe in the first hundred days after leaving mosul;
maybe in the first few months when i was still holding hope that sun will shine tomorrow. maybe when i had house and family still living in Mosul .
Now; after this terrible; difficult unbearable 3 years. after I lost what I lost. I can say; I have no cells on me crave to go back even after the *distructive liberation* is nearly over.
I crave only for my Family; friends and schools. I crave most of the time to the food !!
I crave to my old me. I am no longer that same Hadia.
calling back memories refund blood supplies to my brain; I feel weird seeing the pictures of Mosul streets.
I was discussing this with my husband last night. we both feel something that is hard to discribe as we both were part of this place three years ago.In the same time we used a contraversy word to describe the feeling;
I wad telling my husband; seeing the pictures of this places gave me "gauzy" feeling !
While; he said in the same moment "yeah, grimy" ! we fell into laughing as we were thinking; after 5 year of marriage; we became thinking mostly the same ! * wrong*
I feel that there is kind of external hard disk where those memoried are save; kind of hard to recall them but in the same time it's details are etched.
It's kind of feeling that they are not belonging to me !
or it belong to me in another life!
or it just memories that happened thousands of months ago !
I don't know!
those are only pictures in my head !
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-70381211812749142982017-04-20T14:33:00.003+03:002017-04-20T14:50:57.412+03:00What life looks like as a refugee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is almost three years away from home , almost 1000 days passed and I’m waiting for a guardian angel to wake me up from my dismal nightmare and tell me that it’s over ! </div>
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I’m waiting for a liberator to extricate me from this exile. To make me free; free from hurts, free from pain of "loss "and the pain of " lost"</div>
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I’m waiting for that day when I’ll live a normal life, have normal and bearable worries just like other people in the world. I don’t know for how long we have to pay the tax of being born in the land of war,Iraq. How long this will be considered as a stigma that make every country put us on their black lists.</div>
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From 2003 ,every day I was having the hope that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2019086336" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(204, 204, 204); position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> will be better, and I’m still waiting for that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2019086337" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(204, 204, 204); position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> to come, it must come soon as I’m tired ticking the calendar! I had a narrow escape from Mosul three years ago to find myself here ,in Jordan, as a refugee leaving almost everything behind me to chase it again ; the better tomorrow.</div>
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Living as a refugee looks like as your ship has drowned and you clutch to shipwreck to survive and waiting for somebody or something to help you, but you don’t know when it will comes ! It is really a life with endless uphill journey. You have to keep holding hope inside that you will be picked up (saved) in the time you are actually half wet ( dead !)</div>
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If I would describe my life as a refugee, I would rather choose “life of prohibition” as it’s title. It resembles a big jail that you put yourself in for no guilt but losing your homeland. It makes you feel that you came from another planet with extra powers that can make you bear this tough life with no rights.I really take pity on myself when I walk down the streets watching all these busy people working, driving, and see the dissatisfaction on their face, I sometimes want to stop one of them and tell him that he must show appreciation for his life as it is so merciful to him that it doesn’t make him a refugee who would be punished if he works or drives!</div>
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This life taught me to accept it’s unfairness with patience, it has the ability to do you out of power and be submissive with no objections and all you can do is to wait! It taught me that when it wants to punish you, it makes you waiting for the unknown, and you keep counting the days with that bipolar feeling of time passing slowly and quickly at the same time. Waiting is the hardest lesson that the refugee learn and the only thing that you have the right to do.</div>
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I am astonished by the fact that I could cope this period of my life with all that complications I forced to pass through from the day I fled Mosul to the moment. I realized that we are experiencing “ struggling for existence” literally.</div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-71809352936716896642017-04-20T00:58:00.000+03:002017-04-20T00:58:00.826+03:00What life looks like as a refugee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It is almost three years away from home , almost 1000 days passed and I’m waiting for a guardian angel to wake me up from my dismal nightmare and tell me that it’s over ! </div>
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I’m waiting for a liberator to extricate me from this exile. To make me free; free from hurts, free from pain of "loss "and the pain of " lost"</div>
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I’m waiting for that day when I’ll live a normal life, have normal and bearable worries just like other people in the world. I don’t know for how long we have to pay the tax of being born in the land of war,Iraq. How long this will be considered as a stigma that make every country put us on their black lists.</div>
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From 2003 ,every day I was having the hope that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2019086336" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(204, 204, 204); position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> will be better, and I’m still waiting for that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_2019086337" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(204, 204, 204); position: relative; top: -2px; z-index: 0;" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ" style="position: relative; top: 2px; z-index: -1;">tomorrow</span></span> to come, it must come soon as I’m tired ticking the calendar! I had a narrow escape from Mosul three years ago to find myself here ,in Jordan, as a refugee leaving almost everything behind me to chase it again ; the better tomorrow.</div>
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Living as a refugee looks like as your ship has drowned and you clutch to shipwreck to survive and waiting for somebody or something to help you, but you don’t know when it will comes ! It is really a life with endless uphill journey. You have to keep holding hope inside that you will be picked up (saved) in the time you are actually half wet ( dead !)</div>
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If I would describe my life as a refugee, I would rather choose “life of prohibition” as it’s title. It resembles a big jail that you put yourself in for no guilt but losing your homeland. It makes you feel that you came from another planet with extra powers that can make you bear this tough life with no rights.I really take pity on myself when I walk down the streets watching all these busy people working, driving, and see the dissatisfaction on their face, I sometimes want to stop one of them and tell him that he must show appreciation for his life as it is so merciful to him that it doesn’t make him a refugee who would be punished if he works or drives!</div>
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This life taught me to accept it’s unfairness with patience, it has the ability to do you out of power and be submissive with no objections and all you can do is to wait! It taught me that when it wants to punish you, it makes you waiting for the unknown, and you keep counting the days with that bipolar feeling of time passing slowly and quickly at the same time. Waiting is the hardest lesson that the refugee learn and the only thing that you have the right to do.</div>
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I am astonished by the fact that I could cope this period of my life with all that complications I forced to pass through from the day I fled Mosul to the moment. I realized that we are experiencing “ struggling for existence” literally.</div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com1Jordan30.585164 36.23841400000003423.647792499999998 25.911265500000034 37.5225355 46.565562500000034tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-42255384858145872832017-04-14T19:41:00.003+03:002017-04-14T19:41:30.472+03:00A little bit of talk..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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it have been a while since I found myself writing here.<br />I am not ok; it seems to me that i am waking up from the shock that followed the tragedy.</div>
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Some times I keep asking my self why to be sad. it's true that Three months passed since my brother and nephew were buried, but We in the other hand are just like dead bodies waiting our turn to buried ! the only difference is with the hideousness of being died.</div>
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some died after an explosive rocket,</div>
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some hang up on the streets Columns</div>
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some are hunted by sleeper cell</div>
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Some died gradually, cell by cell and nerve by nerve as he sees his dearest place and dearest person gradually pull out from his life, pull out wholly and pull out forever.</div>
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the liberation process on the right side of Mosul is going with thousands of blood being shed with extortion. hundreds of children are on a date to play with my nephew "Anas" in the garden of heaven where peace is doubtless and Justice stand above all.</div>
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my other nephew and nieces are almost completely recovered from their physical injuries. but inner injuries are those that can't be seen, can't be healed and painfully last forever. they began to attend school in Erbil after they lost two studying years while Mosul was under the control of ISIS. </div>
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the problem with having all their passports lost in the attack is blocking the chance for me to see them again, to have them between my arms! is one of my dearest dreams. my love and worries about them duplicate after all what they have been going through.</div>
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On the other hand; beside needing them because I love them, I need them because I Am feel so lonely here; I need friends, Jobs and joy to occupy my time, to keep me busy from calling on memories that I don't need to remember. to keep my inner thought calm before it will fire and burn every single hope inside.</div>
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I would rather start to talk about my life as a refugee in Jordan in the next posts rather than the suffer of people inside Mosul. I should accept the fact that I have nothing left there except my root that I will certainly love and proud of for the rest of my life.</div>
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Pray for Mosul </div>
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Pray for refugees </div>
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Pray for Iraq !</div>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-17957358808606618192017-01-31T03:01:00.003+03:002017-01-31T03:01:59.054+03:00RIP part two<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the military pilot get bored, he choose the prettiest house to hit with rockets<br />
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It was not clear why did the air coalition force hit the house with rockets ! why this house?why my family house?</div>
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Many explanations followed the cascades; the one that I was really believe in is the one that one military officer from Mosul said; the air force intentionally harm the houses (either directly or indirectly) of well known doctors and scientist of Mosul. But looking to the other side; many houses of poor people are being hit with rockets and many bloods are shed without the presence of someone who could carry the appeals on behalf of the victims !</div>
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we are living in the world where if you want to take your right; you have to make some noise. we only hear about the victims from doctors because this is who we are and those are who we know !</div>
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Few days ago the anti-terrorism device investigate the place where the two rockets fell. they found two corpses of RUSSIAN ISIS under the wreckage of the clinics building !!!!!<br />
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So, it seems that ISIS broke the door of the clinical's building that belong also to my family and hide inside without permission but under the eyes of air force ! </div>
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The cause of my nephew and my brother death is the one percentage possibility of error in hitting the target or it might be the unclear image from the above that make two building houses looked like a one !! I don't know if that's possible ! </div>
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I am trying to find an answer. but whether I found it or not. this won't change the fact that two souls belong to my family are being shed unjustly.<br />
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the science said that the pain of labor is the second most painful hurt after the pain of being burned alive.but eventually the mother could forget this hurt and pain once she carried her baby !</div>
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I wonder what could ever make this mother forget and skip the hurts and pains of losing her child who was burned alive!? - Brain injury maybe !</div>
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Beyond losing the husband and son, the house, money and all their identification papers. my sister had two injured children waiting a chance to be treated and more over a broken skull ! how strong should she become to carry out all of this. </div>
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without interring the details; my sister with her children could reach the camp after three days. the medical staff of the camp gave them the right to moved to the medical hospitals in Erbil but yet this is Kurdistan and whether you have something left in Mosul to return back to or not; you have to leave Erbil once you are treated. With this difficulties ; Mam and Dad are trying their best to find a way to get residency permission for their widow daughter and their orphans grandchildren ! </div>
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the previous two week was hard for all of us as a family; beyond all the lost. my old nephew had to do three surgery and yet not able to use his injured leg. My sister is under medical weekly review to exclude the need of brain surgery.<br />
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My old niece "Aya" had only minor injuries, she is the only one who didn't need to stay in hospital. My parents were surprised of the way she was acting; she never asked about her brother,sister and her mother while they were in hospital. never talked about what she passed through at that night unlike her brother and sister.<br />
I know Aya very much, I know how much she love her brothers and sister, she is more like their mother despite the fact that there is narrow age difference between them, Mam said that Aya seemed very happy to meet us after all this year and not thinking about anything else!<br />
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she might be Escaping the reality, she had enough hurts and fears. she lost her father and her very deer brother and she can't accept the idea of losing anything more! after two weeks of neglecting and acting perfectly normal; she burst into crying.<br />
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cry baby cry!<br />
maybe your tears could wash your heart from what drape on it from fears and worries<br />
maybe your tears could irrigate your thirsty soul to meet your loved father and brother.<br />
maybe your tears could return your stolen childhood.<br />
maybe your tears could tell what is hidden inside your heart, your fears that you can't talk about. and your memory that you can't get over .<br />
maybe your tears could strengthen your weakness and give you the power to live, love and smile again!<br />
Cry because you are human;<br />
because you have a heart<br />
because your emotions should not be hidden and your liberty should not be forbidden.<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-36003430423818419212017-01-25T12:35:00.000+03:002017-01-25T14:09:42.319+03:00RIP my nephew <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For the souls of those kids whose life was not as much fair as will be their death<br />
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I am sharing this story of my youngest nephew " Anas " _8 years old.<br />
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this is a part of the story that I will write in two parts. this is only part of what my nieces and nephews passed through. one story of many other happened every day in Mosul !<br />
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It was the 7th of January:<br />
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the Iraqi army began their plan to liberate the neighborhood where was my family house, the house that my parents built in 1982 and where I grow up together with my two sister.<br />
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After my parents fled Mosul in 2014; my big sister with her family ( her husband and four children stayed in that house) the house was adjoining the medical clinics of my father and my brother in law.<br />
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the house is located in the main street in front of one of the most important bridge in Mosul. liberating this area was considered as a very good progress and advantageous for Iraqi Army in their war against ISIS.<br />
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the coalition air-force was participating in this process, and let us be honest, the neighborhood was liberated faster than anyone could expect. but this victory claimed on the life of many innocent peoples in Mosul/<br />
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It was nearby afternoon when all the family of my sister were in the house while the battle was taking place out; I don't know who to blame but the air force was making quick stupid decision in hitting houses just to cause the kill of two ISIS man fighting in the street ahead.<br />
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firstly the clinics were hit by rocket and before anyone could take the next breath; another rocket followed hitting the house from the back.<br />
the house fell apart causing a huge destructive in the building of the house. parts of wreckage cause the immediate death of my brother in law,<br />
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My sister body was hidden under wreckage and she fainted out after parts of wreckage cause her a skull injury.<br />
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My old niece had only small injury as she found herself under the sofa ! that cover her body and save her. my old nephew had very bad injury in the right arm and left leg.<br />
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As they all acted non consciously in some part of the story, it was really unclear till now what is the cascades of the events but at some point my old nephew ran despite his injury and saved his little sister who was screaming while burning, in the other hand; the sound of my little nephew "Anas" was not heard, No one could see him as the fire was extended and the dust and smoke were filling the place. My little niece insisted on seeing him burning in the room where the rocket fell and this later was found true.<br />
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Three kids were trapped in the wreckage without any adult with them, the god put power and gave the old boy the strength after he saved his young sister, he walked and searched and found away to escape. he returned back to his sisters and told them that "Mam and Dad died, we must go out before the fire expand to the whole place". in the middle of their cries and conversation, my sister returned back to her conscious, she yelled and moved her hand, the kids saw her and tried to get the wreckage from above her body but they couldn't. The two girls followed their brother and claimed the stairs and when they were in the second floor, they found what they describe as " Skis", part of the second floor was totaly destructive and bend to the floor. the kids found their way out and yelled till the neighbors hurried to them, my nephew led the neighbor to the place of his mother while my two niece were suppose to ran to the neighbor's house; in their way out; a group of ISIS ran towards them taking the little girl and ran to hide somewhere using the girl as human shield, as the neighbor followed my nephew; they could get my sister from the wreckage, and found the body of Anas and hide it from the eyes of my sister..<br />
they went out to see my big niece yelling for her sister and again they challenge the death to survive this family. our neighbor went to where the ISIS hide with my little niece and took her back to her mother !<br />
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later; they were all led to our neighbor house. the Army sent ambulance to move them to the hospital but my sister refused as she couldn't accept the idea of leaving the corpses of her son and her husband under the wreckage but the health of all of them were not good. my sister had bloody vomit and my old nephew was screaming from hurt. we could hardly later sent them a car to moved them to a camp and later to a hospital in Erbil where my nephew had three surgery and my niece had one.<br />
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The corpses of my nephew, Anas and my brother in law was buried 5 days later as the street was a defensive line between ISIS and the Iraqi army and no one could ever reached the house.<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-9457582176945059462016-12-27T01:34:00.000+03:002016-12-27T01:34:04.885+03:00the tragedy of Mosul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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looking back into what I had before the attack in 2014 and the current situations I am living was so much hard for me especially after the ISIS took my apartment and properties and I left with nothing but a paper certificate my asylum seeker status.</div>
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Few days ago, our neighborhood was liberated and the ISIS ran from my house after taking home furnishing, leaving a boomed car in the garage!, the house get also damaged from the mortars that ISIS were shooting during the battle with Iraqi army. Hearing the latest news regarding this house didn't shed a tear from my eyes! I felt little bother and then what ! drowned people don't fear getting wet.</div>
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I am enough from hearing bad news, seeing the painful Images and video of Mosul and I can't stop watching and following the news hour by hour.<br />
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Do you know how awful it is to examine the faces and inertly pray this is not a person you know !<br />
It's kind of feeling that is taking your heart away but not in the way the love does,Violence took it with pain so you can hear every beat as it is the last long lasting one.<br />
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Do you know that people in Mosul start to buried their victims in their back yards ! painfully knowing certain families ( two family I know) had mortar shelled over them during the funeral !<br />
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Once the Iraqi army start it's attack to liberate a neighbor, ISIS in turn start to force people to leave their houses. As I heared from my relative, a man from ISIS entered their house by breaking the main door, wearing booby-trapped band and threatened them to leave with nothing , and also they burn the houses of those who refuses to obey them.<br />
Even when one neighbor is liberated, this doesn't mean that the danger is not exist. Snipers from ISIS sleeper cells are killing men, women and children with no mercy.<br />
ISIS consider any person in neighbor that is not under their control as a person apostate from the Islamic state and that he/she must be killed, Beside the snipers , there is also the randoms mortars towards the neighbor, there are also the boomed cars, and the bombed houses !<br />
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away from all this unbelievable life threatening liberation. People in Mosul waiting the liberation hopelessly. This mean nothing but the fears that filling the hearts of children when they are sheltering their bodies by hiding under stairs is greater than what humanity could serve.<br />
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The current situation in Mosul is greater than you could believe. If you hear it, you may say I am over exaggerate in telling it. But as a matter of fact, I am only telling you part of the story as I am after all from Mosul, and I have a close family who are still under the control of ISIS.<br />
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you might be shocked knowing that:<br />
- 70% of the liberated areas are extremely destroyed , besides the five bridges connecting the two coasts of the city are now out of service !<br />
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- 900 bomb car exploded in Mosul within the last two month ! which is equal to the estimated number of bomb cars that had exploded all over Iraq between 2003-2010 !<br />
- There are no safe roads to escape from Mosul in contrast to what Iraqi government promise.<br />
- Nearly a million of people are now lack of food and water. People in Mosul started to drink rain water and burn their furnishing to get warm !<br />
- the estimated number of civilian victims since the campaign may reach several thousands.<br />
- No humanitarian organization can reach the part of Mosul under the control of ISIS ( 70% of Mosul)<br />
- nearly 150 injured civilians reach Erbil hospitals daily and then they were intimidated either to return to Mosul or go to the miserable Camps where people suffer starvation.<br />
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One thing that is bothering me so mush, is why some Arabian news channel is silent against all what is happening, they are not talking about Mosul even in the news ticker !<br />
Why the CNN cover the battle situation and AL Jazeera (famous news channel in middle east) Doesn't !!!<br />
Why Mosul have to fight and suffer alone !!<br />
even the Arabian known humanitarian organization pay no attention to the war in Mosul although the situation there is as bad as that of Aleppo.<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-6975246285792083932016-11-08T02:09:00.002+03:002016-11-10T00:11:42.698+03:00can't talk ! Just pray<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You can only live your life once. they said :same feelings and cascades can't be lived again.<br />
But as each equations have some variations. I am here with so many Moslawies living our fears, hurts and pain over again and again.<br />
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Each moments that we passed through gave us enough time to feel,think and regret.<br />
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every second is passing like a week. I need a coma after a day full of chaos and senses.<br />
I need more than a pen to write about my feeling, I need more than a mind to understand them!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I can't stop watching news and checking facebook page of # الحرس <a href="http://h.nainawa/" target="_blank">الوطني </a><br />
I can't stop looking for answers to my questions, looking for new news, and most importantly a good news.<br />
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.<br />
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There is always a reality that I am afraid to write about even thought I am still writing posts using pseudonym.<br />
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while I am writting this, there are peoples in Mosul so close to my heart, living the fears every seconds!<br />
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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.<br />
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Anyone from us can't put himself in Moslawies shoes these days. Not even me!<br />
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.<br />
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Mosul will be liberated at the end but I am wondering of how many lives will be left there !<br />
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Stay safe; my family and friends<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-71773873848241311772016-10-18T02:33:00.001+03:002016-11-08T02:18:46.621+03:00This too shall pass. It may pass like a kidney stone! But it shall pass<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
with silent I am watching;
My city getting hurt !<br />
Only prayers and rosarys; I resite day and night .<br />
I waited for this libration for so long.
Long enough to feel like it might last forever.
Today;I am not unable to define which feelings cope the other: fears or the expectancy joy.<br />
May Allah be with you my relatives and friends.<br />
Only time seperate us from the end of this game. But we ran out of patient.<br />
Me and my parents are not talking to each other, everyone is sitting in his own room, sharing his pains and prayers with only God and I can't stand seeing my parents this way.
Please time; Go fast!<br />
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يا غارة الله جدي الحل مسرعة<br />
Mosul is on Allah preservation and protection.<br />
# الموصل_تتحرر<br />
#انقذوا_اهل_الموص<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-41283631555990634672016-08-15T13:57:00.000+03:002016-08-31T18:12:56.622+03:00Chains that have blooded my wrists.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As far as I knew; this is my married golden cage. As a matter of fact; it used to be mine !<br />
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while I am trying to accept the idea that i lost my apartment after ISIS getting control of my belongs and properties. I woke up to the news from one neighbor of us in Mosul,that a family from ISIS are living in what was called our house !!!!!!!!!!<br />
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while I am living this non settlement ; there is a women (ISIS's wife) cooking on my kitchen!<br />
using my own spoons and folks ! sleeping on my bed and spreading her poison everywhere.<br />
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For this obtrusive ISIS;<br />
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Don't wear my clothes! my wedding dress cost me days to find, don't touch it.<br />
Keep it virgin as it was, pure from violent, hatred and malignity.<br />
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Don't threw out my photo albums !<br />
Pictures are all what left from my past, Don't thrust on my broken heart.<br />
Don't cancel my history, Don't smash my presence..<br />
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Don't sit on my sofa, don't sit where I used to think of my plans and dreams.<br />
Don't sit where my plans were stand and where my dreams fear to proceed.<br />
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Don't treat on a ground that I used to pray on !<br />
don't distort my Islam with your dirty deeds.<br />
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I never felt peace inside that apartment but I am not feeling home without.<br />
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The idea of hard work and money saved that my husband did are going now for the serve of one terrorist is killing me !<br />
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أن تسأل الدار إن كانت تذكرنا<br />
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أم أنها نسيت إذ أهلها رحلوا<br />
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أن تسأل السقف هل مازال منتصبًا<br />
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فوق الجدار شموخًا رغم ما فعلوا<br />
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أم أنها ركعت للأرض ساجدة<br />
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تشكو إلى الله في حزن وتبتهل<br />
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هيهات يا دار أن تصفو الحياة بنا<br />
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ويرجع الجمع بعد النأي مكتمل<br />
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لكن روحي ستبقى فيها ساكنة<br />
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ما لي بأطمة لا شاة ولا جمل<br />
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What justice I am expecting from the world! when the only way to get my revenge from ISIS is to bombard my apartment !<br />
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What justice I am expecting from united nation high commissioner for refugees when after more that two year of registration, I get nothing but a printed paper of asylum seeker certificate !<br />
I am fighting my own battle alone and I am feeling hopeless from everyone including myself.<br />
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I feel fully tired. Pains are accumulating inside my soul. Past memories passing as a shadow in front of my eyes and giving me nothing except hurt !<br />
There is no hope I can hold and no dream I can catch.<br />
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" I can't be seen,<br />
can't be felt,<br />
can't be heard, can't be smelt.<br />
it lies behind stars and under hills ,<br />
and empty holes it fills."<br />
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could your bias allow you to put yourself in my place,<br />
What will you feel if:<br />
Your school and college were bombed,<br />
the hotel where you held your wedding party was erased from the ground.<br />
your house was taken by ISIS and is being lived by some of them !<br />
you find no place to live in peace with your humanity inside your own country,<br />
you fled your country to start living as a refugee in other country that barring your work permission.<br />
you didn't see your sisters for years, didn't heard anything from some of your friend since you had left, some of your relatives are in Mosul and living under the injustice of ISIS and you can't help them !<br />
you have to live away from your husband most of the days during the week.<br />
and you have a toddler that you have to raise as everything is quit normal !<br />
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how was that?<br />
stand by my side and share my appeal<br />
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-36831146560978948682016-08-03T15:04:00.001+03:002016-08-31T18:13:34.553+03:00Please be with us ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Day by day , the iraqi forces are getting closer to the south of Mosul , the fighting now is near al qayyarah ( 300 km north to Baghdad) , many people fled the fighting are now struggling in the desert with no food ,water and shelter , and the government as usual gives them the cold shoulder!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">People fled to DEBAKAH in response to the government promises that they will be safe and that the government has put good plans to accomodate them but as usual , it abandoned them. Shurqat and Qayyarah are the main cities from which the people fled to Debakah escaping the war. While the total population count is only nearly 160000 , the government and the non govermental or international organizations failed to rescue them ..so how would deal with a big city as Mosul with nearly 2 Millions people !! Again , the government and united nations are giving promises to deal with the crisis but nothing is going to be done!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Humans in Iraq no longer have any value ! People are killed on daily basis , millions lost their homes and now have nothing to eat , with the world watches in deathly hush! I’d read a post on washington post which touched my feeling deeply , the post had a title of “The worst isis attack in days is the one the world probably cares least about” referring to the massive explosion at Alkarradah in Baghdad which killed more than 200 people. The author critisized the carelessness of the world toward the crimes in Iraq while it react aggressively to those everywhere else!!</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386716275720903867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-46024052065015343312016-06-28T04:46:00.000+03:002016-08-31T18:14:00.490+03:00Mid night escape ... Part 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">June 23,2014 , we arrived at Queen Alia international airport in Amman. We were exhausted after staying awake in the previous night as we had no place to sleep in waiting anxiously for our flight schedule.We went directly toward Ramtha / Irbid where our relative are living. We spent several days catching our breath and thinking what to do next ! we were concered with residency issue .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">According to Jordan laws , visitor visa permits to stay in Jordan for one month , after which a fine is imposed on every person which is about 2 $ per day . A renewable annual residency is approved if we have a deposit of 30000 $ in the bank which is not sensible for us as we left almost everything behind us . We took a rapid decision that we have to register in UNHCR office in Amman so as to get their protection in Jordan . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">When we reached the office , the taxi driver dropped us near a road block and told us to walk through that narrow road to reach the main entrance. At the main getway , there were a firm security check , you should stand in line and wait your turn to enter the door at which a police officer is standing to ask you a series of questions and then lead you where to go.We waited for our turn in a big lounge then the officer called our number , he was surprised by the fact that we came from Mosul “ you are lucky to flee from there ! “ he said . He gave us an interview appointment just the next day .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Next day , we went there again at dawn . This time , they took us to another lounge and gave us forms to fill it with informations including our story and the causes behind our escape . The hall was over crowded , full of people from different countries mainly from Syria and Iraq , and you can see their dispirited faces while listening eagerly to the speakers to hear their names for the interview . It make you feel sad seeing all that people there , oldmen , women and children who escaped from the war and presecution in their homeland and have no guilt but to be born there. After waiting for along time , they called our names for the interview , they asked as question about our informations we ‘d filled in the forms and then gave us a certificate to prove that we are registered in UNHCR but not yet as refugees . They gave as an appointment date for interview that determine our legitmacy to be “refugees” which was tentatively scheduled after three months. Fortunately , after a week we received a call from UNHCR office telling us that they have rescheduled the date and made it the next day ! This call gave us some hope that the processing of our case is fast and they are considering us as an urgent case ! .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">This interview was quiet different , it was even in another building away from the main office , we waited for hours before the time of interview , the waiting hours passed in deathly quiet , the hall was semi empty with several families were sitting and waiting in silence. Then the employee called us and told us that we will be interviewed seperately . You will absolutely feel anxious to death when you see the officer taking you to a seperate room with a recorder in his hand to record your answers , you must be very sure from your answer and honest with every word that you would say. The room was almost empty with only two chairs and desk ! The officer started to ask series of detailed questions regarding our story and you have to answer clearly and without hesitation as it may affect their decicion , what scary moments they were !</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">After the interview , they asked us to wait for the decision . Six hours of anxitey passed , finally the officer came out and called us “ you are now refugees , you are now protected by UN “ he said and he told us that the next step is “Resettelment in another country “ , but nothing is guaranteed and we have to wait for their call. We are now “ refugees” , that word which means that you are homeless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Living as a refugee is a matter of sufferance , we are losing hope , we are prohibited to work and we may be fired if we try to find a job . we are almost without any rights. Two years have passed , and we are still waiting for resettlement , no one is giving us a clear answer about it , every time we call them we hear the same answer “ your case is under studying , wait for our call “ , and that phone is still silent for 2 years. We have no other choice but to wait for their mercy , no other country gives visa for refugees and we have lost every thing home ! </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386716275720903867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-85276614020072886972016-06-13T18:50:00.000+03:002016-06-13T18:50:59.067+03:00Mid night escape .... Part 1<div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-5e9d86c8-4a5e-7ae2-2bea-beae448ed84f" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">It has been two years since Mosul occupation by ISIS . After 5 days of curfew and fighting , 30000 fighters of the iraqi military forces ran away leaving their guns and tanks to be seized by ISIS fighters after which the misery began in june 10 , 2016.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">It was 2 A.M , we were frightened and didn’t know what to do , and where to go . ISIS fighters broke into a police station nearby us and burned it , so we made the decision of fleeing as fast as we can as the situation was getting worse and it was unsafe to stay home . We rode the car and pulled a way seeking a safe road to go through . The city was frightful , fire was every where , the streets were full of burned military humvees that the defeated army left behined . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">People were helpless and confused , all of them were seeking for safe place to run toward. We hardly struggled the highway that reach Kurdistan to the north of Mosul . After driving whole the night we hardly reached the checkpoint before Dohuk in the morning . The lines of cars waiting there were endless as there were security prudences and the checkpoint was closed and no one was allowed to pass . Waiting hours near that checkpoint was hard , we weren’t able to think and were shocked by the previous night events ,we were tired and miserable and we could do nothing but to wait for the mercy of the officer in the checkpoint . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Finally they allowed families to get in but in condition that you left your car and walk . We left the car and walked toward Dohuk , fortunately we found someone who picked up and help us reaching Dohuk. The city is small and it is unable to lodge all that people who fled Mosul , the hotels were almost full and we kept looking for a place to sleep in until we found a small motel , they accepted to give us a small room in return for paying them a high price per night. Several days passed and we did nothing but to watch the news trying to know what is happening in Mosul ,what are ISIS is planing for and what is next ? .. Mean while we received a phone call from our supervisor in Al Baaj health center that we were working in and told us that ISIS presided over the health center and one of their fighters called him and told him that they collect our informations including our adresses and phone numbers and send us a threat either to return to work to treat and attend their injured fighters or they will consider us as resistants and will kill or take the possession on our property in Mosul. We were shocked and frightened being wanted by them and the situation is getting more worse as the local government started to harass the people who entered Dohuk after june , 10 by the issues of sponsors and security checking and prohibited people from leaving their residences , it looked like a house arrest !. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">As we have to pay for the motel , we realized that we will be out of pocket soon ! It is no longer possible to stay there , we needed a place that protect us , a place to feel more safe ! </span></div>
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Wow; It has been a big change in my life at all aspects and levels since I begin this blog . Well; I guess part two of my diary book will be more enthusiasm and have unexpected events but common to the previous one with no view of the future.</center>
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I mentioned previously that life can never get worse but day after day during the last ten years of my life; Life surprise me of it's bad wrong orientation, and i reach to the point that I am no longer thinking of how bad it is really</center>
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( It can always get worse for Iraqis). I am only praying for bad things not to come.</center>
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Thinking of my past giving me grief feelings covered with headache and dizziness. It resemble the feeling of looking to the bottom from a height hills while you have to cross to another side.</center>
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I am now in the middle of this road, I have to cross it without being able to take backward steps, I have to keep my eyes on my feet but those memories in the bottoms are always distract me and give me fears and worries to keep on.</center>
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What an art!! It have been a century since I hold a pen to draw. I am thinking seriously of going back to practice my hobby in drawing since my psychological situation is getting seriously danger and I need something to keep me busy from thinking. I visited all Pharmacist in the neighbor and asked them if they will ever accept me to work with them even without salary but there is no hope as long as there is no working license.</center>
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My daily life are truly completely being control by one and less than a half years old Daughter.</center>
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My lovely Dima is a funny UN average baby. She learned how to walk but she can't crawl !</center>
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She is getting so scared from high sound but at the same time when she cry; all the middle east will hear her sound !</center>
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She is in Love with eating everything even shoes but at the same time, she don't eat much food !</center>
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She is sensitive, caring and loving daughter as long as her father are here with us. Once he leave; both of us ( me and Dima) get a bad ethics. * Don't get close, we might explode into tears* . For me; marriage is the stability in the middle of mess. </center>
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The times I spent married living with my husband are equal to those we spent far away from each other !</center>
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I am also thankful to god for having Dima. I was born to be a mother. I love this girl more than my heart can hold from love. I need her more than she need me! just think about it. Who will ever think of waiting me at the door when I am in the bathroom except her!? who will ever wake me up if I forgot to adjust the alarm before i go to bed!? who will ever force me to laugh while i am totally depress. </center>
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Hadia ( pseudoname)http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385172984445391831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536771.post-91618104780905728552016-05-11T13:56:00.001+03:002016-08-31T18:15:11.503+03:00The distructive liberation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Every day , we wake to news about the libration of Iraqi lands occupied by ISIS and the heavy fighting between the latter and the iraqi army helped by sectarian shiite militia known as “hashid shaaby” supervised by coaliation forces.</span><span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Evidently the term “ liberation “ seems to be a glorious victory that brings back peace to the people there, but the reality appears to be different . It is just a massive destruction that turn the cities to uninhabitable scraps .</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Since April , 2015 ,Tikrit ( a city located 140 km northwest to Baghdad , 220 km southeast to Mosul) was regaind from islamic state fighters after fierce fighting which forced 28,000 civilians to fled out of the city . Regaining Tikrit gave some hope to the displaced people to return back to their homes , but everyone was shocked by retributive vandalism carried out by shia militia groups who took the control on the city and started to burn , destroy and steal the property of the fleet people. After a year from liberating Tikrit , the people, who fled to kurdistan in the north, are between the hammer and the anvil for being afraid to return to their homes and bearing the harassement of Kurdistan government who tries to compel them to leave kurdistan by refusing the renewal of their residency permission. Targeting unarmed civilians continued in Al Muqdadyiah ( province of Dyalah ) under the pretention of fighting terrorism. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Mosul is considered as the stronghold of ISIS fighters and one of the most important resource for them , As a result they won’t give up easily and they will fight desperately in order to keep the city under their control taking the advantage of the high popular density and using them as human shields . The government seems to temporize taking serious steps in liberation of Mosul as well as it insist on participating “ Hashid “ militia despite the troubles they made in Tikrit and other cities. All the factors mentioned above make the liberation of the city more difficult and more complicated which mean that the city may undergo more massive destruction and shedding a lot of blood in comparision of other cities.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Iraq in general is walking toward the abyss , the government is helpless and have lost a considerable parts of Iraq and hand them over to the strangers . the politicians are busy in filling their pockets and don’t care about the people outside their castles . </span></div>
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<span style="vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Iraq really needs a miracle to survive this period which is the worst period in it’s history.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;"> unsurprisingly, it is the most trending hashtag on social media at present , all the world appeals for helping blameless people who have no guilt but to be living there, on the land of the bloody war. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">No one could believe that the hair-raising scenes shown on TV or the internet are from our real world , the world that call for peace , human rights , and saving people every day. What a wild world we live in today! A world who admit to leave the people at the mercy of bombs and rockets , to close the door in front of any one who want to run for his life , and to enjoy watching them sink in the seas without being affected.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">It was shocking to watch the debris of the destroyed buildings heaped over injured or even dead victims، blood rivers flow everywhere , and crying children looking for their lost families !</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Between the depressing pictures concerning Aleppo crisis which spreaded on the net was that one of the frightened old man , raising his finger toward the sky with blood and dust covering his face . It really breaks the heart seeing such an old man in such a miserable state . Almost all the facebook pages published his picture to show how hard and disastrous the situation is in Aleppo , but do you know what? The picture was taken in Mosul !! Yes, It was taken in that day when Mosul university is pounded . Mosul is being destroyed too , every day tens of rockets are thrown on the city but no one knows ! Mosul is as miserable as Aleppo but no one hears about it. I don’t reproach publishers , but I want to send a message that Mosul also needs help , it also lives the same drama of killing , bombing , and forcible displacement as that of Aleppo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">The problem in Mosul that it lacks the media coverage , the city is isolated from it’s surroundings , No one could go into or get out of it . Besides the daily air strikes that burn the city every day . Most of people now are out of pocket , distitute of their basic needs , helpless , and wonder how to survive next days which appear to be more complicated as the air strikes on the city become more violent every day .</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">Mosul really needs your urgent help , even by your prayers , it doesn’t deserve all that torture it going through..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; vertical-align: baseline;">We ask God to be merciful on Mosul , Aleppo ,and all the innocent people who just want to live in peace in their home.</span></div>
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