Tower of Bebel
23rd March 2007, 18:06
Hi,
I read about a blog in the newspaper today. It's a blog about the war in Iraq. It's a young Iraqi woman of 24 who complains about the war in Iraq. She completely destroys the romantic view of the people who still support Bush's war in Iraq.
Here is an example:
September 11… he sat there, reading the paper. As he reached out for the cup in front of him for a sip of tea, he could vaguely hear the sound of an airplane overhead. It was a bright, fresh day and there was much he had to do… but the world suddenly went black- a colossal explosion and then crushed bones under the weight of concrete and iron… screams rose up around him… men, women and children… shards of glass sought out tender, unprotected skin … he thought of his family and tried to rise, but something inside of him was broken… there was a rising heat and the pungent smell of burning flesh mingled sickeningly with the smoke and the dust… and suddenly it was blackness.
9/11/01? New York? World Trade Center?
No.
9/11/04. Falloojeh. An Iraqi home.
English is not her native tongue but she writes well enough.
Riverbend blog at blogspot.com (http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/)
Before the war she worked at a softwarecompany in Bagdad. She went to work alone and she came back alone. When she tried to go back after the war she sees that the company ahs been plundered, that her former boss had a stroke and that an Iraqi religious extremist has taken over the company, he only employs his loyal followers and women are not welcome anymore.
Riverbend is her nickname.
I read about a blog in the newspaper today. It's a blog about the war in Iraq. It's a young Iraqi woman of 24 who complains about the war in Iraq. She completely destroys the romantic view of the people who still support Bush's war in Iraq.
Here is an example:
September 11… he sat there, reading the paper. As he reached out for the cup in front of him for a sip of tea, he could vaguely hear the sound of an airplane overhead. It was a bright, fresh day and there was much he had to do… but the world suddenly went black- a colossal explosion and then crushed bones under the weight of concrete and iron… screams rose up around him… men, women and children… shards of glass sought out tender, unprotected skin … he thought of his family and tried to rise, but something inside of him was broken… there was a rising heat and the pungent smell of burning flesh mingled sickeningly with the smoke and the dust… and suddenly it was blackness.
9/11/01? New York? World Trade Center?
No.
9/11/04. Falloojeh. An Iraqi home.
English is not her native tongue but she writes well enough.
Riverbend blog at blogspot.com (http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/)
Before the war she worked at a softwarecompany in Bagdad. She went to work alone and she came back alone. When she tried to go back after the war she sees that the company ahs been plundered, that her former boss had a stroke and that an Iraqi religious extremist has taken over the company, he only employs his loyal followers and women are not welcome anymore.
Riverbend is her nickname.