October 2004

Almost 100,000 Iraqis have died, along with their friends and families who have suffered. The city is a mess, destroyed, with people full of hatred. I do not think a democracy exists. I do not think the people gained anything. I do not think it was worth it. Why did we go to war? Isn’t this the 21st century? Weren’t we supposed to have learned from the past wars?
I do not understand. I am confused. When I read the new paper or listen to the radio, my heart fills with rage and it hurts me inside. I have great animosity towards the ones who caused this mess. I am angry because powerful people never understand humanity, they just don’t get it.
You think when you come to America nothing bad will happen. You think people will become top priority. You think you will always be safe. You think…
I am a proud American citizen. I am a proud Iranian. I am happy to be in America. I just wish I didn’t have to see innocents die. Why am I so weak? Why can’t I be the one who helps them?
It is not easy for me to sit in my house and know that across the ocean, people are being killed. It is not easy for me to know that families are being torn apart. Instead of getting freedom, they have lost even the little freedom they had. They have lost their loved-ones because America, once again, decided to interfere. They have lost their hope because they have nothing to hold on to.
Is this freedom? Is this Democracy? If it is, why are there no signs?
I wish everyone could see what I see.

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