A month ago a friend of mine his wife was kidnapped and he hadn't heard of her ever since. I really was astonished to hear the news from a taxi driver in the neighborhood asking me as I am the close friend of X (who doesn't want his name to be mentioned) if I have good news of the kidnapped wife. I was stuttered and sad when I heard the news. I pretended to have knowledge of the matter having no good news till yet. I went to my friend's house to check the terrible matter and to be with him in this distress. I didn't find my friend at home as he was making his daily routine trip in the police stations and morgues. I found his father in his house; instead.

The father was really in a bad situation. I couldn't recognize him as the beard wasn't shaved and his clothes were untidy .He was someone else .He used to have his beard shaved, clothes tidy and his perfume breeze the air. He couldn't control himself when he saw me as he felt crying and put me arms around him. After minutes of weeping, he managed to tell him the whole story of the kidnapped daughter's in law. She used to wake up early morning to prepare breakfast for her husband and two kids in school. At that day, there was no bread at home and the father (my friend) was lazy to go the nearby bakery to bring the hot and fresh bread. She took her Abaiya (gown) over her ordinary clothes and went to the nearby bakery. The kids waited for their mom, but she didn't come.

The grandfather, who was telling me the story, came to his son's house carrying fresh bread in hand." I shared them the breakfast which was ready for them, but it has no bread|". "I asked them of her telling me that she went to the baker an hour ago ". I became worried, but I didn't think of the kidnapping ". He told me that he went to the nearby bakery which was open and no customer nearby to have the idea that she was late because of the long queue which happened sometimes due to the lack of fuel and power supply. He even went to two bakery shops, but all was in vain. He came back home and talked with his son. "Have you had quarreled with your wife and she left for her parents house?, the father asked his son. My friend told his father that nothing of that happened and I would call her brother to check. When they checked, the reply was that the wife didn't come for a visit nor a quarrel.

The case at that moment became clear that the wife who is about 30 years old and a mother of three kids was kidnapped. The disaster was so terrible on my friend and the whole family. She is a woman! If the kidnapped is a man, the case would be easier and the motivations behind it would be for sect or money. "Why did they take my wife, why? Can anyone tell me? , my friend asked those questions as he came from his worthless trip in all Baghdad's main hospitals and some police stations. The father had got an idea after three days of the kidnap to have a note near his son's house "For sale and the two numbers here are to have so more information". After three hours of that note , the two numbers had got calls in a sequence of one minute with the same phrase which was so short and clear" You are selling your house , bring us 20 copybooks ( the twenty copybooks means two hundred thousands dollars and the copybook here refers to the ten thousand dollars) or the woman will be killed". The two calls didn't give time to have the reply.

Two weeks later, there was a phone call which was a little longer asking for 50 thousands dollars (5 copybooks as they call). The uncle who talked with the kidnaper asked for the woman and to hear her voice, but the evil voice said that she is fainted. The uncle was firm and he couldn't bear the tough game the kidnapers playing .He told them " let me hear voice ,otherwise, kill her"  . The calls stopped since that last one. My friend told me that he is so sorry for not telling me ,but I understood the matter . The case for my friend is difficult  .He has his wife kidnapped and he can't guarantee what will those criminals to do with her. I was ,as all good people from relatives and friends , so sad and helpless to have a happy end for my friend's misery.