The call to prayer pierced the stillness of the surrounding silence, the call to prayer sounded strange, sad, and familiar at the same time. It was the same voice I had used to hear saying the call to prayer for the past four years. But it was broken, humiliated and captive this time. He was on the verge of crying... There is nothing wrong with a little breaking, in the voice that raises the call to prayer, but when it is for the one to whom the prayer is directed, as for this voice, its breaking was different, it was tinged with an act similar to the humiliation of someone who was forced to see his wife being raped and violated Her presentation, that was quite understandable...Alaqma too...When I entered the mosque I found it lonely and dark, there were some familiar faces, but there was something unfamiliar in them...I thought they might be thinking the same thing about me.And when praying I cried, I remembered another Once I prayed before the war, the Isha prayer, on the eve of the war, the Last Supper!...and I remembered my tears at that time...I pity myself, crying before the war, during the war, and after the war.What will be the result with this crying other than this occupation and humiliation, other than This stuttering that I find on my tongue wherever I go When I left the mosque, I noticed a picture pasted on its door, announcing the loss of a young man. Who is he? Just another young man named "Firas Abdul-Jabbar" I read the details. The ad was asking anyone who has information about this young man to give it to a specific address... The ad also said: He went missing in the Dora area, on a specific date. I looked at the date 8/4/2003. It is the night of the fall of Baghdad... Suddenly, I found the picture and it became like a group picture, we all lined up to take it: We are the deceived, we are the misleaders, we are the defeated prisoners... Firas Abdul Jabbar, he left and did not return. The night of the fall of Baghdad... This is the journey of searching for him, and for us, and for you as well, in a way.” This was not the beginning of a fictional story, it was the painful reality that prevailed in Iraq during the American invasion of its people. In this book, the writer, Dr. Ahmed Khairy Al-Omari, narrates Following the events that accompanied the fall of Baghdad, and then the atmosphere that prevailed after that period, focusing on the human, social and national concerns and tragedies that surrounded the Iraqi people, narrating all of this with the pen of the aware critic who did not leave out the events, even the two sides of them, to complete the picture that prevailed in Iraq at that time. .
Pages: 430
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1/ Toufan Muhammad
2/ We are sorry for the inconvenience
3/ The night of the fall of Baghdad
4/ Paradise Borrowed and Paradise Regained
5/ Biography of the next caliph
6/ Prayer Chemistry Series
7/ Light in the Galaxy 6 books
8/ The Quranic compass
9/ To reassure my mind
10/ The biography continues
11/ Life recovery
12 / The Qur'an for another dawn
13 / my aunt's house
14 / Christmas in Mecca
