tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63639922011-07-15T03:34:38.517+03:00memories of a war torn heartMr. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197521001012721195noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363992.post-1087411949927516162004-06-16T22:51:00.000+04:002004-06-17T22:27:57.460+04:00

Duraid Isa Mohammed, "Mr D.", was tragically killed alongside Yasser Khatab, a colleague, in an ambush just south of Baghdad on January 27, 2004. He was returning to Baghdad from a news assigment when the two-car convoy he was in was attacked by armed men. He and Yasser died on the spot of multiple gun-shot wounds. He was an incredibly courageous, inspiring man who started this blog

Mr. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197521001012721195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363992.post-1087411667222993562004-06-16T22:47:00.000+04:002004-06-17T22:28:22.376+04:00

Duraid liked to collect writings and photographs. Anything that touched him... he copied and saved. The following was found amongst Duraid's possessions after he was killed: RISK To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out for another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas, your dreams

Mr. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15197521001012721195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363992.post-1087411482175025582004-06-16T22:41:00.002+04:002004-06-17T22:29:14.490+04:00

This was one of Duraid's favourite songs. He played it over and over again almost on constant loop! "Bring Me To Life" - Evanescence how can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home (Wake me up) Wake me up inside (I can't wake up) Wake me up

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Post-Duraid 1 February, 2004 Sunday, 8.38pm local time Baghdad The radio continues to crackle in the background. Ahmed Ahmed where are you? Live shot in 5 mins.. Nic Nic are you in your office.. Bassem is on the phone' Ingrid!'Ingrid!' Isti'ilamat... Isti'ilamat... I hear my watch ticking incessantly on the nightstand' and I have put on a CD ironically called Silence to try to drown out

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Lost and never found Today it was a mix of emotions created by a big tour around town. A twon that is surrounded still by concrete walls and road blocks. There are smiles at the faces of policemen, but they are smiles of fear. The most ironic thing to find is law enforcement officers who are the most afraid residents of a town! You really get to a point where you just crack

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Here is an awesome qoute from a very good friend... Can't really say anything about it, but I will let you be the judge to it... DESERT STORIES i don't remember what day it was. all i know is it was hot. like every other day this month has been. hot. very hot. there was a wind blowing... but nothing to bring the sweaters out for. a calm, soothing breeze. a whisper. a soft caress.

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Today we could talk about lotsa things... Any suggestions?

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And the killing still goes on... Women, children, fine young people trying to earn their decent living are getting killed everyday. Today I met with the father of one of those who were killed in the explosion at the CPA gate in Baghdad, ironically called The Assassins Gate. The father was solemn and very quiet when he told me that he would be a worse threat to those terrorist cells

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Tonight we will have a chat about those civilians who died when major military combat started in Iraq.

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Here's a little qoute from my best music friend; someone whom I grew up with and still like for many reasons. One of them is that he sometimes speaks for me the words that I cannot find... Here's a little bit of Bon Jovi In the heat of the streets of the city A young boy hides the pain And he walks so tall, trying to hang on But he knows he’s going down again I know he’s going down... Darkness

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OK, so when a new kid is born to two cool parents who take care of him and let him live a real free life, that kid is bound to have lotsa experiences the hard way. Yet, it is only fair to give these folks credit for at least bringing someone who has a heart to this life... First, let me tell you this. I work as a journalist now with a big corporation, I was a basketballer

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Jan. 21st, 2004 This is day one. It is time to start telling the story of a heart that's been locked behind steelbars. It would take ages and ages to fill the pages with the story that comes from a war torn country... Iraq. Just a note to start with. When someone talks to you about the thousands of years of civilization that this country had, please ask them about the

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