In 27/7/2005, I was in Baghdad, visiting my uncles & aunts, I stayed there for two weeks, in fact the aim of my visit was to go to Najaf, to visit the shrine of Emam Ali Bin Abee-Talib, and also to visit my grandma's tomb (she died in 26\6\2005) in Alsalam cemetery.
On the fifth day of my visiting at midnight, I've got a call from my brother:
-hello Sandybelle how are you, what are the news? how's everything??
-I'm fine, we shall go to Najaf after tomorrow I'm so zealous . And you how are you? By the way do you know what time is it?
-Is there anything wrong?(I felt uncomfortable, it is strange to get a call at this late time and I was rather sleepy)
-ok, where is our mom?
-Is there anything wrong?(trying to hide my anger)
-dear look, our uncle(H) was killed today ,in the evening, by scoundrel terrorist in his shop.
That came as a great shock.
He would tell my of anybody's murder, but not my uncle, especially this uncle..
My uncle was: a peace-loving, optimistic and an ambitious young man, he wanted to continue his study as an engineer, there was always a big smile on his face& he did his best to help the others ,high spirits were his, he had two children with a tiny baby(two months old) I didn't believe that at first.
"What you said?'' I said.
-As you heared dear.
I didn't answer my brother with any word, I just kept quiet, and ended this bad call.
The next day, I went toh is house and found his family in a miserable condition, my dad came too, it was the first time i see my dad cries.. everything became sad, even the dove that had kept flying for ages..
My uncle should be alive to serve the human society, to continue the long life way with his children & to achieve his ambitions.
You know, many people die everyday by this bad way & one of them was my uncle.
Nowadays, bullets, explosions, kidnapping and killing became our daily life.
But we decided to never give up never never forever.
God bless your nice soul, uncle!!
I just want to ask, Was my uncle guilty when he loved the life???