War – For Peace.., From the Victim's Eyes.

Not knowing of what the future holds, a young lad walks the streets, jokes and talks with his friends, who make the little world around him. Fed with the belief since his birth to be the master of his self, to be able to control his surroundings, this young boy looks for nothing more than a peaceful life, a nice house, love and a cup of coffee by the fire, just before the final chapter of his life unfolds before his eyes. This young kid is no one else, but me. And this is my life, my world and my fate.

Such are the little worlds spread in every house, across every nation, everywhere on the planet. When I put the morning paper on the table and I see the after-math of the war of my age, I wonder, wonder about the lives of kids and families who are not different than me, nor different than anyone who resides on our planet. An attack on the WTC’s triggered a war, which according to the president of our current super-power was, War… for peace. I am unable to comprehend such statements; they make no sense to me. A nation which is unable to figure out a hi-jacked plane en-route to a major city puts a whole list of prime suspects out in less time than imaginable. Not only that, the nation goes to attack another country, a country which probably is not able to design a ball-bearing, let alone trigger such terrorist-acts.

Osama Bin Laden, a name that brings fear to a lot of the people in the world, why does it not bring out feelings of hate and fear in my mind? Probably because man is taught to hate, not by nature, not by instinct, but his own kind. The list of the prime-suspects had Osama’s name on top; I was not surprised when the US went on to attack Afghanistan, a whole nation of innocent people, which after years of war, was finally on the verge of industrial take-off. I’m still unable to understand the reasons behind the war, which is the war of our age, hundreds of thousands of people perished, for one prime-suspect. Why? I have no answer. But this did not affect much of my life, nor did it make any difference for the world I was a part of, except that it saddened me deeply. But I still joked with my friends; I still had dreams that needed fulfillment.

The war for peace had taken a new turn, and it was now looking straight in the eyes of the nation I called mine. Iraq! Like a hungry beast, that longs to feast on his prey, America was planting excuses to invade my nation. And alas, we heard it one day. Ah yes, you guessed it right, Weapons of Mass Destruction. My country, ruled by a dictator, who tortured those who were guilty, hanged those who murdered, maybe hanged a few innocent people, was now accused of making WMD’s. After all the explanations, the urge and hunger of oil got the better of US and the fateful month of March, 2003, US invaded. Again, hundreds of thousands of people were killed, the whole infrastructure destroyed, obviously, there were not WMD’s, so the accusation cleverly removed from the gullible mind of the rest of the world, who like the once me, maybe were saddened, but forgot the original reason of the invasion pretty easily. I not only lost my family, I lost my nation, my heritage, my world. Now I live as a refugee with all the hopes which are now faded memories, and a deep grief of my perished family.

To all those who talk on the evening family gathering, I still want to say only one thing, it was not WMD’s, it was not the dictatorship, it was and still is, a war.., for peace. Peace for certain sick individuals that control the lives of millions and use them for their inhumane acts. Saddam did wrong, the country was standing, and US brought peace, I, who was a proud citizen now live as a refugee. The country has crumbled and fallen to its knees. If that’s the definition of good and bad, then I beg to differ, and I must say; I have nothing to do with this world, anymore.