To The Dignified Child,

On this day of every year, the heart of humanity awakes from its slumber with a new passion, and prepared to receive a glorious parade

2017 years have passed by, and every year, just like this morning, the Christian world shivers with spirit and joy, while it halts and stops to face towards Palestine

Palestine, the cradle of Prophecy and curators, the tomb of the greatest and the mighty, the land where Armia stood, crying and sprinkling tears of Sorrow, and where David erected singing and chanting the songs of victory and triumph on his harp.

The humanity stares at Bethlehem in this parade, as their hearts are filled with passion and their gaze preceded them, seeking that lonely grotto, asking the shepherds and the guardians of the fields, guided by the most glowing star in the sky, as a sign of Heavens sharing this world its celebration.

At that lonely and quite grotto, where nothing is heard but the groans of winds, the creaks of bushes, bleating of sheep, and stirr of livestock .. twenty centuries ago, a newborn named Jesus came to this world, next to a weak and exhausted mother.

That was all what was found there, but the greater world, with all its intelligent minds and greatest hearts continued to praise this child and repeat “This is the greatest any woman has beard and gave birth to!” .. People rushed in floks to this new child’s stage, carrying their precious gifts, and the kings and the greatest of this world came to him l, carrying gold and rosemary, to celebrate with the new mother her child. Yet, this child never cared for all those precious gifts, not because he did not recognize their value, but he consoled himself “That my Kingdom is not of this world”.

What is this latent secret of this child? Mankind is known for celebrating the wealthy and glorifying the Noble and the might, and baby Jesus was born humble and unknown. Yet, we find humanity in its entirety, glorifying, honoring and welcoming Him as they do to God’s!

That is because Jesus came with Sam’s principal; He came to this world with a new spirit and started to bring life amongst people’s ranks. He paid close attention to the weak and the poor. He came to wipe off their suffering and tears, and to solace the sad at time where the thrones of kings and ceasers were collapsing, and rocked edifice of the greatest and the powerful and toppled the idols made by the humble idol worshippers.

All those thrones were only based upon the heads of the oppressed, and those edifices would only be built upon the corpses of the miserable and those idols were set for foreign gods.

Very few those who fathomed the secret of this dignified child’s life, and fewer are those who learned his glory that was revealed to the children of this land and this indigenous interments.

The newborn of Bethlehem brought to this world something more valuable than all gemstones and all treasures … He arrived to this world with freedom on his right, the love of all people and the enemy of all kings. He gave it and resurrected them into a thriving life filled with good deeds.

Jesus only lived one life on this land and left it, but the principles He planted on this land has prospered and grown and bear fruit to the people, and when people tasted its sweetness, and enjoyed its pleasantness, they hailed to their holiness and greatness.

This dignified child lived a life different than the lives of the wised legists. He never spoke to the world of mysteries and secrets that no one can solve but the great philosophers, but He spoke of simple tongue because He did not only speak to the people of His time but to the nations coming after his time.

He did not flattered the humanity with sweet words, and never said what satisfies them and gain their love, but rather His words were spears into the hearts and souls of those who surrendered to slavery and subservience, and their eyes were blurred with curtains of blind customs … Those words that lifted the chains of serfdom and darkness, stormed and shredded the corrupt society that once was crippled with heavy subjugation imposed by the corrupt kings.

And you, the Dignified Child,
If you were ignored through eras, you were known through greater other ages, and if the people do not repeat your name, and surrendered to the customs that time framed them around your name, you are the the immortal for your principles live forever, and the humanity you guided and resurrected from indolence and despotism, and will forever be in debt to you for it’s freedom and peace as long as the heavens recite in this day of ever year “Glory be to God in the highest and on earth peace and in good pleasure people”.

With Love,

Omar

The Christians have always been and will always be one of the essential groups that construct the Mosuli fabric. A social fabric that is not only limited to the city itself, but extends to the entire Nineveh valley. This fabric stood for centuries, way before modern day Iraq itself, has been there for generations, and no invasion, throughout hthe history of Mosul and the surrounding towns have always stood together to protect their existence. This city and its community stood every crisis came at it.

Today, after dark times passed by, which reached it’s climax in the past three years, this is Mosul that ISIS wanted to break: the city’s Muslims calling upon the city’s Christians to return and tell them: the city is ready for your return and set to celebrate Christmas and conduct the Mass with you. As Mosul and its vecenety celebrate freedom and Christmas, trees are decorated, churches are renovated and prepared, hand in hand by Muslims and Christians, to hold masses at Christmas night, and the spirit and joy of the holidays fill the air, and this is the spirit that will carry on for ages ahead

Mosul cannot be itself without all its components; it is not Mosul without it’s Christians, Yazidis, Shabak, and the rest. It is not Mosul if the churches’ bells do not rang along with the call for prayers from mosques, and trees are decorated at every home, regardless of religious preference.

Merry Christmas to you all, home and abroad

“I can’t be anonymous anymore. This is to say that I defeated ISIS. You can see me now, and you can know me now.”

I am 31 years old.

My name is Omar Mohammed, and I am a scholar.

I told my mother that her Omar is Mosul Eye, she cried, wished she was close to me to give me hug, she said: I knew there was something going on with you!

My interview with Associated Press ..

“He packed his bag with his most treasured possessions before going to bed: the 1 terabyte hard drive with his evidence against the Islamic State group, an orange notebook half-filled with notes on Ottoman history, and, a keepsake, the first book from Amazon delivered to Mosul.

He passed the night in despair, imagining all the ways he could die, and the moment he would leave his mother and his city.

He had spent nearly his entire life in this home, with his five brothers and five sisters. He woke his mother in her bedroom on the ground floor.

“I am leaving,” he said.

“Where?” she asked.

“I am leaving,” was all he could say.

He couldn’t endanger her by telling her anything more. In truth, since the IS had invaded his city, he’d lived a life about which she was totally unaware.

He felt her eyes on the back of his neck, and headed to the waiting Chevrolet. He didn’t look back.”

Many times I lived those moments where I (as Mosul Eye) retweeted my article which was written by (Omar Mohammed), Now I can say this is me :) I am free, stronger than before, and shall always work to revive our Mosuli identity.

The rest of the interview you can find it on APNews link below:

https://t.co/9rToBaKxbf https://t.co/D8DSGoAHhE