Today marks my husband and I's seventh anniversary.
When we were in Baghdad, and mentioned this date to our aunt, she'd proudly remind us that this was the date she gave birth to her beloved son, Bilal. Bilal was born 22 years ago, but he has now become a statistic in this war, one of the hundreds of thousands killed since Saddam was overthrown 5 years ago.
So for me, even when I remember the happiest moments of my life, I am reminded of the misery that has become Baghdad.
Rahmatullahi alayka ya Bilal. For his story, click here.
For an analysis of today's Baghdad, read my husband's post, '5 years.'
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Bilal was the same age as my little brother. I'm sorry, I have no words - other than, as we say... may his memory be for blessing.
Thank you, Laura.
I remember crying when I read the post about your dear Bilal, it broke my heart to read this, it is so heartwrenching to think about, his life and memory will live on forever.
May you and your family have a joyful time together and share lots of laughter every single day you are together!
Thank you TJ.
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