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Monday, February 07, 2005
[Media Source*] (Via Iraq The Model) A moving story about an Iraqi citizen whose family flee's to America when he was younger and how he returns as an American soldier. Very interesting read: (here is a summary)
Born in the southern Iraq city of Samawi, Almusowi lived the life of a prince. His room was covered in marble and his peers treated him like a god. In the Arabic culture, the name Almusowi is of great prominence. All Almusowis are thought to be descendents of the Islam Prophet Mohammed. Even as a child, grown men would stand to their feet when Almusowi walked into a room and call him sir. My family name garners great respect from Muslims, both the Shia and Sunnis, he said.
His father commanded a tank division for the Iraqi army, a position that contributed to the reverence of the Almusowi name. Although he was a brigadier general in Saddams army, Almusowis father did not believe in Saddam Husseins leadership. My father never had a bad thought of any man except for Saddam, he said. All I knew about Saddam was that he was not good for Iraq.
Almusowis father knew a lot about Saddam Hussein and he didnt hide his feelings about the former dictator. Weeks before the first Gulf War in 1991, he and several other men attempted to overthrow Husseins regime and end the decade of tyranny his people had endured. Saddams Republican Guard discovered the generals plan and a judge sentenced Almusowis father to death. The judge told my father that he would do him a favor by hanging him while he was young, so he wouldnt sit in prison for the rest of his life, Almusowi said. On day one of the Gulf War, the United States bombed Iraqi military facilities in Samawi and the prisoners escaped during the chaos. Almusowi was scheduled to be hung on the day he walked out of prison, but he would not see his wife, three boys and two girls for another five months.
As the bombing continued in the first days of the war, Almusowi could feel the impact of bombs and could see the billowing clouds of smoke from the window of his room.
I was just a kid, he remembers. I was too young to know what was going on and too young to be scared. Escaping the bombs, large groups of Iraqis, mostly women and children, fled to Saudi Arabia, where they hoped to find safety at a refugee camp. Almusowi remembers the journey as if it were yesterday.
We hitchhiked and walked all the way across the desert, he said. We camped out in the desert of southern Iraq and in the desert you cant see anything at night. I remember finding a star and didnt know what it was. When Almusowi awoke, he still had the metal insignia of a star in his hand. The morning light revealed the horror of their surroundings. There were dead soldiers all around us and the star was an officers rank, he said. We spent the next day burying them and then we continued to move toward the border. Once they reached Saudi Arabia, the group was lost. All we saw was desert, but we kept moving, hoping wed find somebody or one of the camps.
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