Le journal d'une famille irakienne prise dans la guerre, écrit par une certaine Faiza.
http://iraqwardiary.blogspot.com/
Il commence la veille du début de la guerre .......
c'est quand elle écrit:
"In my way back home, I bought many other things…
And I went to a small plant house, and brought ten flower plants, with different colors and shapes.
I decided to enjoy life until the last moment!
*****
I want to go in a tour around Baghdad, a good bye tour.
I don’t know, maybe I’ll leave this world
Maybe some parts of Baghdad will disappear…
And I want to see the river, Tigris, before the war begins."
et :
"I came back home feeling alienated and anxious.
But one thing is letting me feel comfortable, that Raed is with us. Alhamdu lellah that the whole family is together, if Raed was in Amman now he would have been
feeling worried thinking about us, and the same would have been here too."
après, le 23:
"We went through real terrifying moments; I covered my face with my hands and read some verses of Qur’aan
I was frightened to death!
The room was shaking, curtains flew in the air after every missile explodes, and there were just few seconds between one missile and the next…
I took a sleeping pill, and felt so sleepy… when the bombing went a bit far from our area, Azzam went to prepare dinner, but I refused to leave the room.
We had our dinner in the same room, and I slept on the floor even without washing my
hands…
I woke up in the time of Athan (announcement) of dawn prayer, and I could still hear explosions coming from far away, and all the mosques praying and repeating
Allaho Akbar .. Allaho Akbar (God is the greatest).
My soul felt secure and safe, I finished my Wodooa (washing before praying) and prayed for god.
Then sirens were screaming again announcing a beginning of a new attack, I was very sleepy though, and I went in a deep sleep with the rest of the
family.
At the early morning many of our relatives phoned us"
Pour la suite, allez le lire!
http://iraqwardiary.blogspot.com/
malheureusement il ya un autre sujet encore pire:
c'est après la guerre, ce qu'est devenu l'Irak maintenant, pas vraiment une "libération", voici ce que devient la vie quotidienne: L'Irak maintenant