I’m writing today and I am away from Mosul, away from my love. I was compelled to leave my beloved city, and I have no idea if I will ever go back one day, maybe not .. but I left behind me a city that death has hijacked its soul and people.
I left my city seeking the old wisdom, in the hope’s to find a cure to cure whas is damaged of its soul.
The last scene my eyes lied on was a corpse hanging of a power pole.
I tried to lool behind me to have my last glimpse of the city, but I didn’t dare to look back .. I was telling myself that this maybe the last time and I want to save the last scene of the city in my eyes
Yes, I am safe now, but my heart and soul are back in Mosul.