Sunday, 12 December 2010
The Streets of
Asrar Anwarn blogs (December 10th): In Baghdad a ten minute journey turns into an hour long journey waiting at checkpoints.
The streets of
are filled with stories of the fallen and the forgotten. The brother kidnapped and tortured, his family unaware of his whereabouts. The uncle that was assassinated for his name. The mother who died giving birth to a baby born with deformities, a baby barely able to breathe and dies soon after its mother. The father whose car blew up on his way to work, his family left to pick up the pieces. The sister who was kidnapped, raped, and left to rot in an old cell. The boy who went to buy some groceries but never returned. The little girl in the yellow dress, shot dead by occupation forces driving by for no reason at all. Every person you encounter in Baghdad will have a story of a fallen family member or a forgotten friend. Iraq
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