just a minute

Iraqi people came over and at first I wasn't too happy about it and then they came and actually it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. mom and two other ladies talked together and my sisters and two other girls also talked together. and I was the listener of the old ladies talk. They talked about the situation in Iraq and how it was in the old days and then I found myself wishing for a minute in Iraq, just to breathe that air again and just get the feeling of being at home again! I was sure that a minute won't do but I was just asking for a minute. I wouldn't be like one of those addictive people who say when they want to quit something: ''just a little bit to get me through this''. No, a minute would be enough. I just want to know how it's like to be home.and then, I got to reality and those old ladies kept talking and they reached the ugly part of their conversation which is the situation of Iraq now. I wanted to go away. I didn't want to hear anymore. I just wanted to dream about that one minute in my home.But I couldn't get away and I also couldn't talk with the girls because they were away and two things were left to do: whether I'd listen to them or I'd watch that silly show that I don't even know the name of it. so I chose to listen to them. and they kept talking and talking and then they started telling stories about how cruel the situation was. and here is a story that a lady told us:A family had a very good guy and he was doing his PG. and so one of the gangs in there kidnapped him and told his family that they want 5000 dollar. They usually ask for more but I don't why it was just 5000 but still it's a big number for Iraqi families who -God knows- if someone was working in this family. and then they somehow gathered that money and then the gang -or should I say terrorists- called them back and told them if they don't pay then they'll find their son in the rubbish behind their town. So they went at the place that the gang chose and gave them money but they -of course- didn't give them their son back. They threw it at a rubbish after they beated him and a poor man who was searching to find if there was anything in that rubbish, so he found that guy and he was still breathing. So he took him to the hospital and they treated him but meanwhile his family gave up and they believed that he was dead.So after he recovered he called his family and they got him. but the tricky part is that he knew who kidnapped him, it was their neighbours because two men took him and they didn't hide their faces. So that family directly moved from their house and that guy went to Saudi Arabia.So then I didn't know what I felt anymore. I truly believed that the situation cannot be worse than this but I'm still holding on that wish. Just a minute anywhere in Iraq.I just want to feel for a minute that I'm where I belong and I'm free. and I want to feel like I'm safe there even though I cannot feel that with all what's going on there. but what I mean is being safe as in this is my place I have every right to be here.