We had a relatively quiet Eid - until yesterday.

In Kirkuk, a popular restaurant is blown up. 

It really hurts when you think about it this way: A group of ambitious men sit in a brightly lit, luxurious room thinking about how best to use fear to further their agenda - and the answer is right there: KILL, KILL, KILL.

They knew that the restaurant would be packed with families, women and children - But collateral damages are to be expected - after all, it is a war. A vicious war of interests, of politics and supremacy.

The room was a shambles. On the flood was a mass of tortured humanity – those that lived.

Prams and pacifiers; ribbons and toys.

Purses thrown open with make up and perfume bottles strewn everywhere. I can see them with my mind's eye. They look much like what my daughter carries in her purse…My daughter, your daughter…anyone's daughter.

And now we hear that Iraq may need American troops in Iraq for ten years to come - To fight the insurgency.

Or train the troops.

Or to stave off the fear... The fear that we have lived in for nearly six years: Will it be my family next time?? 

It was very nearly a quiet Eid.

We nearly made it through without major incidents.