I saw a tall, well-build old sheikh waiting outside with few other women in a terrible state as one of the family member was in the emergency room.
The doctor showed up and told the father that his 22 year son had lost his two legs in the explosion and he was under anesthesia, the moment the sheikh heard that terrible news, he fell on the ground and pulled down his kuffiya and burst into tears, mourning the fate of his son who was a student at the college of nursing, other women joined the sheikh and began a session of weeping.
The scene of the sheikh was so emotional particularly when he pulled his kuffiyia, something Iraqi sheikhs do not do unless they are hurt deeply.
I sat beside the sheikh and started to cry with him not only for his son but for his humiliation in the hospital.
That was in a bloody rainy day when US warplanes missed a convoy for an Iraqi army in Al-Sha’ab district in Baghdad during the war of 2003 and threw all its bombs on a residential area there.
I ran with four journalists to the site of the attack while it was raining heavily, in a way we all got wet, crowd of people were gathering round the causalities helping the ambulance men to evacuate them.
Lakes mixed with blood and water were here and there, shops were still burning, we ran to Al-Zaherwi hospital in Sader city after the ambulance man told us that he was heading there.
It was not easy to reach the hospital with sounds of bombs falling everywhere in Baghdad, roads were full of water, in a way cars were nearly sinking and hardly able to move.
All the days of the war I was praying to God to see the day when the sound of the US bombs would die and would have some peace like other people in the world.
I did not know that these three weeks were only a prelude for another decade- long war and that hundred of the Iraqi sheikhs would sit and cry the same way that sheikh did during the war.
Last November, an IED went off against a US convoy was patrolling in Haditha, a city part of Ramadi province west of Iraq at the main road and led to the killing and injury of some of the US soldiers.
As usual people climbed the roofs of their houses to look at the damaged convoy but they were under complete shock when more than 20 US soldiers ran towards houses which were far of the site of the attack and surrounded them in a cowboy show to commit a new massacre against the families live there under the accusation that the attackers went inside these houses.
The soldiers broke in the first house, an old mother wanted to question them but they did not give her the chance to do that, they ran inside to kill four of her sons one after the other.
The US vampires did not feel enough, they went to another house where they killed 14 member of one family including women and kids and left them sinking in their blood and no one was allowed to go inside to help.
The US massacre did not end with these 18 person but continued near an intersection where a taxi with four male students were heading to Al-Anbar university, the US soldiers took them out of the taxi and gave each one of them a bullet in his head and then went to their base in Haditha.
The entire city was shocked by that massacre and soon gathered a protest in front of the US base, the commander there told them he would open an urgent investigation but in fact he kept the massacre secret as if nothing has happened, thinking that every thing can be settled by a compensation and saying “We are sorry, we did not mean it.”
Tens of Iraqi sheikhs who gathered in the funeral pulled their kuffiyas and cried for the massacre of their sons and vowed to revenge for their blood even after ages.