I don't know how to start this blog. I am still under the effect of the shock that happened to me only less than an hour ago. I was about to lose my life and my lovely son because of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

    I used to bring sweets to my family every Thursday from a close bakery on the main street. Today I did the same thing but I went only about half an hour ago. My son Haider insisted to join me so I took him. In my way back home and Just less than ten steps from the sweets bakery, I hear sound of shooting and I thought that some kids are playing with fireworks. I was shocked to know the issue is bigger than my simple mind. I saw by my own eyes two young boys covering their faces with black scarves holding two pistols and shooting a broker inside his office in a very cool blood and walked away.

    At that moment, I was only thinking about my son so I covered him with my body and kept him behind me while I was looking at them walking to the other side calmly. My son was shocked and asked me innocently "what was going on dad" and I told him its only some kids who are playing with fire work. When they left, I found out that the man was injured in his shoulder and I saw him after second ina taxi going to the hospital. 

      I came back home thinking about what I just saw. I couldn't believe my eyes. Dozens of questions came to my mind at one second. What if I were in front of them? Would they shoot me? Would they shoot my son? Why did I bring my beloved son with me? OMG. I don't even want to think about that at all. Among all the questions came a real big one, Why I am still in Iraqi while I can live somewhere else?? At the end and when I couldn't answer any of my questions, I remembered that this is my third facing with death and Thanks God I am still alive. the first one was in 2005 when a car bomb detonated in a place I always pass through and the second time when a mortar shell fell near the bus I was in while coming to work while today is the third one. I don't know when I am going to face it one more time and I don't know if I would survive or not.