Caesar of Pentra In memory of.....
Fleeing Bombs, the Living Leave the Dead Behind
Thursday, June 15, 2006
It was Sunday's 11:20 pm when ma cellular showed
the Kid no.? "What does he want?!" I've whispered..
Me: "Hello..?"
Kid: "Hello! Do you know?!"
Me: " now what?!"
Kid: "Baghday, Blue, YMX and Sonen?!"
Me: "No, I don't! what happend?!"
Kid: "You don't Know!!!!"
Me: "Know what?! What the..."
Kid: "Bye Bye!"
and soon the conversation was terminted. I thought it was a silly kind of a
joke but then I decided to make sure and buzz the mentioned fellowes'
cellphones! I tried to call the first one but I was surprised by the voice of
the Network Call Centre said "The mobile you are calling is either switched
off or out of the coverage area!". Something is wrong, I tried to call the
others and it was fruitless!
Afterwhile, another guy called; He was my hostelmate, "Lil'"!
He asked me about the four guys telling me that they had an accident;
Lil': "Hey, Caesar! Listen, call Baghday's family and ask'em about Baghday and
the others!"
Me: "Hehehe! Bad joke, nigga! You can't fool me!"
Lil': "I'm not fuckin' with you, ass! Call Baghday's parents! It's fucken
serious!"
Me: "Why? what happend?"
Lil': "Well, there was an accident in Karrada! A bomb explosion!"
Me: "You mean they were there?!"
Lil': "Yeah, at the time of the clash!"
Me: "Ok, ok, I'm gonna call them! Do you hear me? I'll call'em. No more tricks,
ok?!"
Lil': "Just do it, god's sake!"
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I tried to call his Dad’s mobile but also it was out of service. My heart was
throbbing faster this time hoping that nothing bad had happened. And soon I
remembered that I wrote Baghday’s uncle’s phone no. somewhere and thus;
Me: “Er, Allo?! Am I talking to Mr. …..” asking about his identy.
Baghday’s Uncle: “Yes, who is this?!” he answered with shaky voice.
Me: “I’m Baghday’s friend, and I’m asking if he is ok?!”
B.U.: “Er, ah, I think he is ok! He is now in hospital!”
Me (being shocked but tried to keep calm): “Eh? No serious casualties I hope?!”
B.U.: “No, no, no! Just light burns in his arms and thighs!”
Me: “Thanks God! But what about his friends? They were with him and surely you
know something about’em.”
B.U.: “Oh, I don’t know anything about the others. Listen, son! I gotta go
now! Good bye!” and soon he ended the call.
I was puzzled this time; “What is the godammit going on here?!”.
I tried to call Lil’ to tell him about the call but it was ‘Switched off’
International Day and therefore I couldn’t call him.
I was more worried; “Why his cellular is switched off? Doesn’t he wait a call
from me?!”, another inquiry came on ma mind “Is Baghday really ok? And why he
didn’t tell me about his mates? Is it true that he doesn’t know anything about
them?!” it was a torrent of tens of questions, inquiries and possibilities ,therefore,
I decided to lie down and shut down ma senses and have a slumber.
I woke up early at that morning intending to go to college, on the way to
college ma head was logged with these scary insomniac thoughts of something
bad happened!
I got to college and there I saw a bunch of students gathering in front of the
college’s cafeteria and they were my mates and I whispered: “Ya rabb ostur!”
which means “please, God’s care!”. And there, I asked one of’em and he told me
“We lost them! Three of them are gone!”.
I couldn’t believe it at first, the effect of the shock impedes the idea of
death. And I realized that those three guys are Blue, Senon and YMX!
“Fuck Iraq!” I whispered with words came out from a collared throat. And then
I had burst with tears bewailing on ma dear friends. There were some guys
tried to lessen the mishap and give some support; “ They are resting in peace
and let’s pray for Baghday!” but I couldn’t stop it. They were ma brothers.
Later, they said that Baghday was medicated in hospital suffering from serious
burns of the third level in 60% of his 90 kg body.
I couldn’t go on more about this tragedy, no one would understand!
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And then ma childhood’s mate, Baghday couldn’t make it and…………. *seizes a
heavy teardrop*. I can’t forget that moment; it was 9:15 pm Bag. Time on
Friday 16th of June, the phone rang and…
Me: “Hello, Falcon!”
Falcon: “Hi, man! Hey, Caesar! How’s Baghday?!”
Me: “He is ok! I had called yesterday! They let me talk to him through his
dad’s cellphone!”
Falcon: “Please, can you make sure now?!”
Me: “Ok, I will!”
Then I decided to call Baghday’s dad again waiting for more good news about
his progress!
But I was surprised when an unfamiliar voice answered
Me: “I’m just asking about Baghday, how is he?!”
The Guy: “I’m his cousin, Baghday has donated his life for you!” which means
that Baghday’s gone!
I can’t remember then but a loud sharp wailing screech.
I didn’t imagine that I could cry on someone like that. I couldn’t eat, I
couldn’t study, I couldn’t stop weeping and I couldn’t stop that desire of
cutting ma self again!
The more blood the more relief. I made sure that I shouldn’t leave any scars
like I did before and I think that I’m becoming a professional with that shit.
And of course, Nobody cared or gave a fuck about Baghday’s death. All of their
say is “He is resting in peace!” as if we didn’t live together for years and
it’s easy to lose a guy like him. Even his girl (mentioned in his last posting,
refer to Baghday’s
blog!” didn’t shed any godammit fucken tear on him! Why is that, huh?!
Sorry, 13! But you oughtn’t say : “That’s it, it’s over!” I think it is
egocentric act! It’s not easy to lose a friend and you fuckin’ know that!!!
It’s like if I would die, people will say: “Come on, it’s over! There’s
nothing else we can do!........... So, how was your day?!”
What the hell your hearts are made of? Isn’t there any moment of silence? Won’t
you stop this blood flood? I hate you, Iraqis! I hate you, Iraq! I hate you
all!
Once, ma mom said: “I’m not Iraqi, I’m Italian! Because in Italy I felt that I
was a real human and such land deserves to be your homeland and to consider
yourself as a one of their people!”. She was fucking right!
May God keep my beloved mates in his eternal paradise. And if I could send
them a message I will say this:
“Don’t fret, pals! You are in much safer, better and pleasant place! A place
with no hypocrites, no love cheaters, no assassins and no power outages.”