THE GULF WAR-
MY PERSONAL
EXPERIENCE
About nine years past since the war en
ded.
But it seems as if it were yestery. Life was nice, peaceful, and quite.
Until, a big BANG. It was the invasion! Children, parents, grandparents
were afraid. We were harmless, we stood bare handed, with nothing in our
hands and hart but only fear. Fear of living, fear of death, fear for this
to go on. people entered our houses taking our things taking our own people.
It was a horrible experience that we would never want to happen again.
This was an invasion which is different than a war. They would enter
our houses ask for people and say they need them to fill out forms or accuse
them of things they did not do. After that they would kill them or take
them as prisoners. As a prisoner they would suffer hours of wiping and
hitting. They would hit them until they die they would make them suffer.
All we could do in Kuwait was pray. Pray to god, to save our loved ones.
Pray to god to save us all. Fear was in this country for seven months but
it seemed as if it were seven centuries. They did not have any mercy for
the old people for the young people even for the children. They took people
from all ages, and killed them, wiped them and hit them. In my entire life
I never new people as mean, cold, hart less as them. They have hundreds
of Kuwaiti prisoners in Iraq. We do not now if they eat, drink or if they
are alive have a poem I would like people to read and hear it is about
war and how people feel about it.
I woke up at night
with fear,
shooting and screaming
is all I hear,
My brother was
at the door,
he was covered
in blood and more.
Then I looked up
at the sky,
and all I could
say was bye,
bye to all the
dreams I said,
bye to every book
of peace I read.
This stung me like
a rifle shooting the pray,
it killed me like
an enemy wanting this day,
and now freedom
or life can not pay,
for I have nothing
else to say.
Nothing but live
the death as it comes,
and take the pain
as it hums,
and remember this
world is a song,
so don't be afraid
if your wrong.
I lived once to
touch the see,
I lived once to
feel the wind around me,
at this moment
life,
I new that death
awaits with a knife.
I was covered in
red,
I was dead and
dead!
The solider cut
out my hart,
and now the world
and I shall forever part.
As you can see war is sad and painful. At last after seven months on the
26th of February, the war ended. We had freedom! But it was not the freedom
we wanted, we wanted freedom with all our people. We were still happy but
we would be happier with all our people. I hope that none of you would
ever experience war, because war s tragic thing.
BY: ZAINAB HASAN 