Two years of perseverance, and still going

​Quietness and calm are still dominant in Mosul. I will not write about fear tonight. I will write about my dreams that might not happen, may be not in my life time, because they remain dreams and imaginations, and I very well know that the greatest inventions were born from imaginations.

I listen to Itzhak Perlman, and learn about his wonderful relationship with his instrument, The Soil Stradivarius, that was made by the Italian Antonio Stradivari, I have always asked myself how a human being is capable of creating such a beauty from the ruins. Hence, Perlman’s, Yehudi Menuhin’s and Richard George Strauss’s concertos were there for me

I remember when I come back home after hours of wondering Mosul’s streets to witness ISIL absurdity and the destruction that ravaged the city, nothing could have helped me more than listening to those concertos, lighting a candle, resting on my chair and listening to Yehudi Menuhin playing “Mozart’s Violin concerto No. 3”. Only this what was keeping me alive and gives me the feeling that I can continue to stay alive.

But many times, those tracks fail to make me feel safe, so I used to rush to Mussorgsky playing “Pictures at an Exhibition”, only this was what brings confidence to my heart. All this happened at the heart of ISIL’s world, at the heart of a city ruled by Khilafa. In the heart of all of this, I used to turn to those great musicians to help me restore my faith and my peace.

May be Mosul will be liberated during this week, maybe the week after, maybe in a month, or two, but in the end, Mosul will be liberated .

I dream of establishing an Opera house in Mosul, and a music and ballet school. I dream to see the art of sculpting grows in the city, and dream to see all sorts of sculptures spreading all over Mosul. I have always wished to see that in my lifetime

Maybe all what it takes is a bit of patience. I wish to see all of it in my lifetime. Can you imagine what it means to establish an Opera house in Mosul? That means we lighten up the torch of life on the very land Khilafa wanted turn it into the land of death, the very land Khilafa wanted to extinguish its life.

What motivates me the most now is that over the past couple of years, I resisted, persevered, and fought Khilafa with words and music

May peace be upon Mosul

May peace be upon the people of Mosul

Amen

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I would love to leave you with those lyrics that go perfectly with what an how I feel now

Written by: Eugene Vaknansky

Schindler’s List Theme lyrics

Mommy, Daddy,

Don’t you be frightened,

It will be alright.

You don’t have to say You’re sorry

Please don’t think that I’m worried

We will never ever grow apart

They will never ever take my heart

They will never ever take my heart

Mommy, Daddy I still hear you

Through the falling dew

You are the gentle touch I’m feeling

And you are strength I use for healing

Please just know I’ve managed to survive

And within my heart you are still alive

And within my mind you are still alive

In the silence of the night

I recall all your lullabies

Silent songs that you would sing

Wiping tears, wiping tears from my eyes

All the world was up in flames

Endless lists full of countless names

Yet, each single face I saw

Wanted Peace

Wanted Hope

Wanted Life …

All the world had kept on burning

Burning all in sight

Countless dreams that had been shattered

All the lives that had been scattered

Mommy, Daddy we will never part

I still hear your lullabies today

All your love I carry in my heart