All the way to work, I kept thinking about how did the people who were on al-Sarrafiya bridge feel when they found their bodies riddled with shrapnel. I put myself in their shoes and imagined how the whole thing happened. Driving, going to work or school, thinking of death while driving and then Boom! Everything is gone, the bridge and themselves. Images of people’s bodies falling in the Tigris haunted me. What were these poor people saying to themselves in the distance between the river and the destroyed bridge as they were falling?
It’s killing me to see my beautiful Baghdad dying like this. These bloodthirsty new Talibans who came to Iraq are demolishing every aspect of life. They are doing exactly what they did in Afghanistan. The people became powerless. They don’t know what to do. On one hand, they have to deal with their sectarian and corrupted government and on the other they have to find a way to defeat these criminals.
When is this madness going to stop? Oh Baghdad, my heart breaks for you with every brick falling, with every blood dropping, with every tear flowing, with every Iraqi dying.
