Days of My Life

Talk about daily life of a teenage girl in Iraq, and days of suffering and success. My nick name will be Sunshine..

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

He was kidnapped ... Part 2

As it was getting darker, my family members started to lose hope of seeing k again, my dad used to call us from their house every now and then and just say "nothing new", with every phone ring everyone stays silent and freeze.
the phone rang and this time my dad had new news, he told my mom that uncle k finally arrived and they're in their way to our house..
My mom, grandma, sister, brother and I were waiting in the street I was feeling anxious to see him, the adrenaline reached the highest level ever, I could barely stand up on my shaky legs, but this time, it was from excitement …
As we saw the flash lights of the car getting nearer and nearer, I can't explain in words the grateful I felt for god, finally, everyone can relief, or at least that's what I thought ..!!!
When uncle came out of the car he started to hug everyone and weep, I was looking around and everyone was crying, men, women, old and young, I didn't imagine the situation would be that emotional, .. K's daughters started to hug me and cry, I didn't have words to say except " everything is over now".
till now, I don't know how did I hold my tears when I hugged uncle K and his daughters, usually I can't hold my tears when I see someone crying, I think I was in shock.
I'll never forget the view when we got inside the house, K couldn't stand up to reach the sofa he sat on the floor with his daughters around him hugging and crying, this time I couldn't hold my tears..
K started to talk about the long days he spent when he was kidnapped, at that time, I realized that Iraq had reached the bottom, there's nothing worse than the situation we are living in, through my old posts you know about the hard times we went through during the war, and despite that I had hope for a better tomorrow, but the last event that happened to us made me feel desperate.
I know you're wondering how the national guards and police didn't help, what kind of chaos we're living in, we were told by the national guard's when dad denounced about the kidnapping " those people "the kidnapers" are serious , try to negotiate with them, and leave us your phone number" , they don't inspect houses or try to get evidence from witnesses, nor do anything, unfortunately they're fighting to survive not to protect us, all they care about is to stay alive and receive salaries..
We're living by miracles ..
I thought that finally we'll relief, but K's kidnapers gave him couple of weeks to allocate extra 220000$ , it was a shocking news ..
K and his big family stayed in our house for two weeks , when the period was getting over, we felt so afraid, we felt in danger too as they were staying in our house.. we've heard about people got kidnapped in the middle of the night inside their house , and kidnapers throw bombs to explode the house's doors, and such stories, it was like an endless nightmare .. everyday when I go to sleep I thank god that one day passed and we're still alive, and pray the next day we'll survive ..
I was too afraid to dare about thinking what would happen to all of us If K didn't give the money, there were weird faces around our house, and were watching us closely.. that made us in tension all the time, with every time the door nocks, or cars stop near the house uncle shouts everyone stay silent" ."
I kept going to college but couldn't study well, one day as I was in the lecture, the alarm pealed, all students and professors went outside the college, I asked what's going on but no one knew the truth, some said a suicidal will explode himself, others said there's a car bomb, while others said the terrorists will attack the college, the university of Mosul is a huge property contain all colleges and has 8 gates, so there are thousands of students who didn't know what was going on , the gates were closed, except two, so I phoned my relative who's a student but he didn't know what was going on, my parents told me to go with him , it's better not to stay alone, we walked for 2 hours till we reached the house, the roads were closed and there were a lot of police everywhere..
I reached home exhausted and my feet were killing me although I was wearing a flat shoes as usual ..
One Before the final day of interval:
K and his family decided to go to another relatives' house, and we traveled to Baghdad..
on the final day.
"they" called K and threatened to kill him and explode the house but k didn’t have more money neither all his relatives, after hours of negotiation, they accepted to lessen the amount , to 20000 $ and k had to pay !!…
I pray for the day we'll get rid of those terrorists and kidnapers..
To be continued …