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Iraq Lives: Schoolgirl in Baghdad
The following is from the piece written by Noor Salman, published by BBC News:
Noor Salman is 16-year-old Iraqi girl living in Baghdad. She writes about her experiences of life in the five years since the US-led invasion.
The last five years have passed by so quickly and so much has happened. I can't believe it's been five years since this all began.
Baghdad has changed so much and so has my life. Up until two years ago we had a big house and had plenty of money and my father looked after us.
Now we live in a small rented two-bedroom house with my mother, my brother and his wife and my seven sisters.
But my dad is no longer with us. In August 2006 a group of militia men got out of a car and forcibly entered our home.
I cannot describe these people, they are not human beings. They broke the front door of our home and stormed into the house and kidnapped my dad.
They pulled him while aiming their guns at him. When he tried to defend himself they knocked him unconscious and put him in the boot of the car.
I was very frightened and I lost faith in everything and everyone. I wish they had taken everything, our car, our home, but left my father alive.
The next morning we were informed by the police station that they had found his body, it had been dumped in a side street with his hands tied behind his back. He had been shot in the head.
I could not believe that I had lost him forever. Many other teenagers like me have also lost their fathers in Baghdad, killed for no apparent reason.
My dad used to do everything for us. He used to turn on the generator so that we had electricity at home and he would do all the hard jobs.
Even to this day we only have two hours of electricity a day so we need to get the extra energy from the generators. Now that my dad is gone we have to do these things ourselves.
In early 2003, when I was in school, everyone was talking about the possibility of war. As school children we did not understand the implications.
The day Baghdad fell, I started to understand. We saw many of our relatives and friends getting displaced. Many fled to neighbouring countries.
My dad, however, was adamant. He said he would never leave his country and would prefer to die here rather than for us to live as refugees in another land.
After my dad was murdered the violence meant we had to leave our home and we became displaced and other people came and squatted in our house.
I lost my home, my childhood memories, my bedroom, my toys and my beautiful garden with all its flowers.
My dad used to call me Dr Noor when I was young - he wanted me to become a physician. I am still hoping to fulfil [sic] his dream.
Read the entire story here.
