Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Iraq, me, and wars.

I've written this post months ago, but did not post it, then I updated it two weeks ago, but still did not post it. Today I finally decided to post it. There is one piece of information that should be added at the end of the post, but I will not say it now and leave it till the timing is right. So here is the post.

At the age of eight, the Iraq-Iran war started. It was 1980 and I was in my second year of school then. My parents and other old wise people told us (the children) that this war will last for a few days or a week or two at max. Life paused for the first few days waiting for the war to end before resuming. As eager to go on as it always is, life did not wait and resumed after only one week and the war took EIGHT LONG YEARS.

As those of you who are good at Math must have figured, I was 16 when the war ended in 1988. It was an unforgettable date (8/8/88) and that day was one of the happiest days of my life and of all Iraqis. We had two relatively peaceful years. I am saying relatively because during those two years, most men were either in the military service, or working for the military industry establishment and we were still recovering from a long tedious war.

At the age of 18, Iraq invaded Kuwait. It was 2-Aug-1990. Operation Desert Storm started on the 17th of January 1991. I was preparing for my mid-year examination at the first year of college, and at the same time we were preparing for a war. I very vividly remember preparing a room in the house for a chemical attack and those were definitely not among my best memories. That was an even more horrifying war because most of the bombing was on Baghdad itself. The war took only a few weeks this time and electricity and basic services were restored within about 6 weeks. Life returned to almost normal, but the sanction began and the financial state of all Iraqis began to deteriorate very rapidly.

During that period, I was young (and single) and I did not worry much about things, and that made life much easier.

I was a 30 years married man, with an almost 2 year old daughter when the threats of the Iraq-Freedom war began. At that age and having a family to look after, I had everything to worry about. I used to browse the Internet (yes we did have internet before the war, but it was under a firm firewall and of course, censored) and read about the weapons and types of bombs that are to be used. There were talks about electromagnetic bombs, and many names of different kinds bombs that luckily I don’t now remember.

Worrying about a yet to come war, and its possible disastrous consequences is more difficult than actually going through the war.

There is an Iraqi saying that “The mother of a lost child cannot sleep, but the mother of a dead child can”. In other words, it is more difficult to worry about the unknown than to live it.

For many months we lived under distress thinking of the inevitable upcoming war. We did many preparations for the war. We bought food, water, drugs, and anything that one might think of that was enough for weeks.

The war finally started in March 2003, and the ex-regime officially ended in 9th of April 2003. A very short war it was. Or at least that was what we thought.

The days just following the war were very difficult with COMPLETE absence of security and looters and criminals completely loose. Those days past by and for the first time in years we started having great hopes of a bright future.

Things were bad back then, no security, no electricity, no fuel, but there was hope.

- First there was J Gardner, things did not get better.

- Then there was Bremer. We hoped for things to get better but they did not.

- We were promised that with the formation of the Governing Council (GC) that things will get better, but again they did not.

The GC formed a government, but that again did not help as promised.

This time we waited with more hope for the Interim government, which did not help either.

Back in November 2003, we had only few hours of electricity a day, there was shortage of fuel, I was too afraid to use my car alone, and there were many attacks against the US army.

Now its March 2005. We have almost 8 hours of electricity a day, there is still a shortage of fuel, Again I am afraid to use my car alone, and now the attacks are targeting Iraqis more than they are targeting the US army.

Now we are promised that after the elections and the formation of the new government, things will get better. Will they?

We are told to be patient. We have been patient for 24 years, how more patient one can be?

I am seriously thinking of leaving my country, at least for a couple of years, till things start to get better. I am a different person than I was two years ago, I am trying to save what’s left from the humorous, optimistic man I once was. If you read one of my very first posts (sent as letters then) you’ll notice the difference.