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Iraq Leaving Home  September, 2007

Baghdad Burning ... I'll meet you 'round the bend my friend, where hearts can heal and souls can mend...                  
Two months ago, the suitcases were packed. My lone, large suitcase sat in my bedroom for nearly six weeks, so full of clothes and personal items, that it took me, E. and our six year old neighbor to zip it closed.

Ara Ashjian  I write these words while I say good-bye to you, my beloved Baghdad. I say good-bye while the pain and the grief tear my heart and fill my essence and feeling. You are the city which embraced my father and other Armenians who survived the Armenian Genocide in 1915 and provided them with shelter and means of living and comfort.

 

 

Baghdad Burning

 

 

 

                  

                  

Daily car bombings keep many Iraqis off the streets

A young Iraqi woman, who was one of the first to start a blog on conditions in the wake of the invasion and occupation of Iraq, tells Aljazeera.net how life has changed since the first bombs started falling and martial law was imposed.

Identifying herself as Riverbend on the blog she calls Baghdad Burning, the 26-year-old computer specialist became distinct from other bloggers because she offered a refreshing woman's perspective of events in her city, Baghdad.
Baghdad Burning

 

.. I'll meet you 'round the bend my friend, where hearts can heal and souls can mend...                                                       

Thursday, September 06, 2007
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 Leaving Home
Two months ago, the suitcases were packed. My lone, large suitcase sat in my bedroom for nearly six weeks, so full of clothes and personal items, that it took me, E. and our six year old neighbor to zip it closed. 
                     

The trip was long and uneventful, other than two checkpoints being run by masked men. They asked to see identification, took a cursory glance at the passports and asked where we were going. The same was done for the car behind us. Those checkpoints are terrifying but I’ve learned that the best technique is to avoid eye-contact, answer questions politely and pray under your breath. My mother and I had been careful not to wear any apparent jewelry, just in case, and we were both in long skirts and head scarves.

 

   


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