I wish they drink from the same glass of pain that we drink from everyday
I wish they drink from the same glass of pain that we drink from everyday
Blog: Inside Iraq
(”Inside Iraq” is a blog updated by Iraqi journalists working for McClatchy Newspapers. They are based in Baghdad and outlying provinces. These are firsthand accounts of their experiences. Their complete names are withheld for security purposes.)
June 21, 2007 — wishes
Today I saw really funny thing. I’m sure its not funny for 99% of the readers at least but it was really funny for me.
The whole funny story started when I was in my way to renew my media badge. I was in the car waiting for our turn to be searched. I was talking with one of my colleagues when we heard sound of explosions. We saw people started leaving their cars and running towards the bunkers. We didn’t move and we waited for the guards to tell us to go to the bunkers. I started walking to the bunker with one of my colleague. The bunker was only like 20 meters away. While we were walking and chatting, we heard the sound of the siren. The guards was telling us to run but we both didn’t even care as much as the others did because it was nothing for us, just another bombing sound so what? We hear tens when we sleep on the roofs every night. In fact, we expect some of the shells to fell on our heads while we are sleeping with our families. We arrived at the bunker. The good security man told us to be in the middle and he closed part of the entrance with his body. We kept hearing the sounds of the explosions for more few minutes.
The funny things was watching the Iraqi and other foreign officials running towards the bunkers while their bodyguards trying to protect them. I don’t know if the attack caused any casualties among people but yet, I really felt I want to laugh and cry at the same time. I wanted to laugh because I saw their majesties the officials running away and afraid. Their guards were following them. They even went to the far bunkers to avoid any risk while I and my friend went to the closer one just because we were told to do so. It was the same for us to go to the bunker or to stay in the car because the sounds of the bombing are our daily music. I wanted to cry because I remembered the poor Iraqis who died only three days ago in one of Baghdad intersections. 78 poor civilians were killed, most of them were burnt to death. They didn’t have the chance to go to any close bunker. They didn’t have guards to warn them about the truck bomb. Poor Iraqis. May GOD give patience to their families. They expected them to have lunch with them. They didn’t know that death was waiting for their sons. I also thought about the Americans soldiers who loose their lives for the sake of Mr. Bush. Poor soldiers. They just obey the orders of death. They loose their lives for nothing just to satisfy the great president who wants to spread democracy.
I wish the officials taste the pains of the poor civilians. I wish they drink from the same glass of pain that we drink from everyday. I wish they live in fear just like we do. I wish them the worst and may God make my wishes true.
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