This is the first time I check this website. I've read Nazar's story and seeing that it's almost an entire year old I was wondering what had happened since.
My uncle who was a vice dean of a med. college back in Iraq was shot on 2004 and he made it through by a miracle. His injuries were mainly in the head-neck and his shoulder. He survived by prayers, and we managed getting him out of the country within 48 hours.. but unfortunately it caused permanent loss of sight which also ended his career as an orthopedist surgeon.
I really sympathize with you, I have been there when that happened to my uncle and I know what a pain it is to find decent treatment there.
I hope the miracle had happened within the past year. In prayers you will be mentioned, alongside every Iraqi and every person being in this world, agonized by losses and burdened by a beast called humanity.

Qui tollis peccata mundi, Domine, Requiem aeternam dona eis, et lux perpetua luceat eis, Et de morte transire ad vitam.

Who taketh away sins of the world, Lord,Grant them eternal rest and may perpetual light shine on them to pass from death to life.

Hello, there...I apologize if it took me a while to check my mail, I was a bit busy over the past few days. It's sad to see how many lives had been destroyed by people who had no lives at all, if you know what I mean. It's nearly impossible not to see all sides of each story, but its nevertheless impossible to sympathize with a troop as I would sympathize with a fellow citizen, a brother to me in everything. I believe you do agree at some point that this war has taken its toll already. Our lives as well as theirs. They might as well be the enemy, but in the end if God forgives then so should we. All of those who die are human beings. But unfortunately it seems that only the stupid and the lunatic are in control with our lives. One who has got no brains but armies to compensate for that, and one who has got no armies but brains to compensate for it. They all send their people to Iraq, and the result is nothing but a fat harvest for Reapers! Have you forgiven, though? I realize it's hard, if not impossible to forgive. But forgiveness is one way to reach some peace of mind.

Ghandi once said "You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. " I know it might sound easy for me to talk about forgiveness but I have been through far more than that, lost family and all. But I would never lower myself to the level of hatred to feel it towards them. They're not worthy of it. This might sound nosy from me, but I believe if your son could speak to you he would wish you could put your life back together. Work, and help others while you can. God listens to prayers but I believe he would give you as much as you are to give other people. If not by granting you a miracle then at least by easing everything for you. I sincerely hope you will find rest in your life, and for your son to be granted a miracle, and further to be granted a rest wherever his soul wanders.

I am a teacher in Japan. We are a family of four including two teenage daughters. We moved here from Los Angeles more than 12 years ago. I teach part time in 4 univ. near our home and I have a tiny children's English school. I have been a regular comment writer to Treasure of Baghdad for 7 or 8 months, maybe. His friend, Jill ?, a reporter in Iraq for the Christian Science Monitor, who was kidnapped by ??, and her partner, translator, was killed at the time. Treasure wrote of his family's condition and I promised myself that when I saved enough I would contribute something to the fund for his wife and child. I learned from Mrs. Fayrooz Hancock of the condition of your son, and your situation. I have decided that it would be more valuable to send this tiny "sparrow's tears" to you instead. I pray that your son will improve and would appreciate learning of his recent condition. There are so many in a similar condition, in Iraq and elsewhere. If each of us can only do a little bit. The spiritual meaning of suffering and the existence of injustice is a deep and complex flower of terrible beauty. It's fragrance can even reach a child in middle-class America, whose parents have done everything in their power to protect their child from sadness, from loss, from danger, from disappointment. But this flower's beauty is irresistible. And to find this flower accidentally in the furthest corner of the garden, to reach down in those moments, when time begins to gather the darkening clouds of destiny in the skies above. the fingers reaching out, the soft pink fingers of the child to touch.....intending for the petals but, of course that cannot be, at least not yet, the fingers touch the thorns beneath,

Blood is drawn, and pain is experienced, a deep natural pain starting from the fingertip, where the nerves of touch are concentrated,

That experience is remembered more vividly than many other earthly delights and hours of fantasy play by the mother to surround her precious child. I grew up in the US, For a long time I wanted to become a Journalist for an international magazine, I majored in International Studies as an undergraduate. After graduation and working for a newspaper for only a short time I became disillusioned with the shifting mirage of political "truth". So I changed my life course and went back to school to study to become an x-ray technician in a hospital. My studies were very difficult and it wasn't what would make me happy. In addition I began learning of the risks of being exposed daily to x-rays from the equipment. I lost my enthusiasm for this idea. I changed a 3rd time to become a science and math teacher. To skip to the present, I am now an English teacher in Japan. I taught math briefly when I first came here but the American college went bankrupt and I returned to my original interests after so many years. You don't need to reply to my earlier letter. I only hope I can do a little more towards the end of the summer.

I remain hopeful that something beneficial will eventually come out of this. I have no idea at this moment what that could be, However I believe in a Just and Merciful God by whatsoever name we call Him. At this moment, your son is, I believe, more spiritually powerful than I ever shall be, I just wonder if he is meant by God to communicate his newly learned spiritual understanding to this world again? It is as though I were to imagine one of our daughters' sudden illness or an accident on her way somewhere. No matter what I can say now, I know I would be shaken to my spiritual roots to find something to hold on to for meaning, for progress in this world. All the previous words and hours of worship and prayer would become........what???

 at this moment I am reminded of a verse I say in my religion every night, "Make of my prayer oh my God a fountain of living waters whereby I may make mention of Thee in every world of Thy worlds." If tragedy touched us, I would have to turn achingly towards that verse to wonder what source of life giving waters all my prayers had become in the desert of this sudden sadness and affliction. Would it be a fountain or a tiny dusty thread of water in the sand and dust the size of a shoe lace. I can imagine bending down in the heat of my misery to scoop up the water for sustenance. My thirst would be TERRIBLE, would my faith, my life, all my words of belief be enough??

Dear Dr. Hanoudi, I wish we could stretch our hands to touch one another,  we are physical,  and we live in this world, still so we receive comfort from physical things. And yet, and yet, we, all of mankind has been taught over and over again of something beyond, or within, or above or supporting our very movement as we walk, that makes this world and all that is, like tissue paper, I cannot keep this idea, it is too much for my small tiny mind to grasp. With love, and whatever I can understand of my purpose in contacting you.

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