<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700</id><updated>2011-10-20T00:24:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Voice from Iraq</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog will speak for ALL the children of Iraq, a voice for the millions of Iraqi children who have grown up under war, sanctions, Saddam and now terrorists.   We will speak for the children whose flame of hope is flickering and in danger of going out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-9040597782298996615</id><published>2007-08-13T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:10:08.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraqi kids under Saddam (police station)</title><content type='html'>IRAQ-Nineveh province:&lt;br /&gt;Year: 1997: Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif is orphan lives with his four brothers, 2 sisters and his mother, he is 12 years old, his 3 of brothers work in the market and he is working too, his youngest brother goes to school, Abdullatif sells cigarettes on the street in the market, he has small bench made of wood that he puts his cigarettes on it and sets behind it to wait anyone buys cigarettes from him, he starts 7:00 am Iraqi local time until sunset time, when it is sunset time he puts his cigarettes in the bag and he goes to vegetable benches to buy cheep vegetables to feed his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is summer 1:00 to 4:00 PM, in this time everyday streets get almost nobody because of the heat of Iraqi Summer, Abdullatif puts his bench inside one of stores near by his bench and uses this shortage in selling to go to video games store to watch other kids who play video game, he has no enough money to play and the money he makes it is enough for his family's food so he keeps just watching instead of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he left his bench to watch video games, while he is watching and talking to kids policemen came and surrounded that store, policemen took all kids also Abdullatif to police station,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Policemen brought kids including Abdullatif into police station and started to yell to them and cursing,&lt;br /&gt;"All you are criminals and you have 2 choices, first staying here inside police station and get tortured or if you wash and clean the police station you will be released" Abdullatif said that what they told us after they brought us into police station,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif and other kids started to wash and clean the whole police station until sunset then they were released,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif went home without money, without vegetable and tired, he told his mother what happened to him, because of his mother didn't see Abdullatif lying to her in his life so she believed about what happened to Abdullatif, " don't go to the video game store again and I will try to save some money from your gain and your brothers' gains to buy you video games, so you and your brothers can play inside home" his mother said to Abdullatif,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif became happy and promised his mother to not go to video game store anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Next day Abdullatif went to work but at noon police was looking for kids to take them again and collect kids from video games stores but one police saw Abdullatif setting behind bench and remembered his face that he was yesterday at police station so he came and took Abdullatif again to the police station, Abdullatif told police that he works and his family needs food and money but that policeman didn't care about what he is saying, Abdullatif cried but merciless that policeman didn't care,&lt;br /&gt;However Adbullatif is cleaning up and washing police station again for free and for freedom, while he is working he saw small hole on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;He decided to runaway from that hole on the wall and he did it but one police was guarding that hole in outside, Abdullatif was caught, then, police put him in room and started to beat him up and cut his hair in bad way as punishment for him, it is sunset time Abdullatif was released again but in this time he was tortured by policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time by time policemen come to take specially Abdullatif to make him work for free and poor Abdullatif obeys them because he doesn't want to get tortured by police,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdullatif got bored of doing this for free, one day he bought small knife, he put that small knife in his pocket then came back to his bench to work after while police came to take him to wash police station, that merciless slapped Abdullatif , Abdullatif became very angry he pulled his knife and stabbed it to that merciless police's leg hardly twice, other policemen started to beat up Abdullatif and they arrested him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That merciless police lost his leg and Abdullatif went to jail for 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-9040597782298996615?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/9040597782298996615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-6275522903380534465</id><published>2007-08-09T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:25:33.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at house or out of house , merciless terrorists kill our kids</title><content type='html'>Before months:&lt;br /&gt;Some where in Nineveh province:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajed is 11 years old; he lives with his family in small and old house, he doesn't go to school anymore because their region became fighting field many times between Iraqi forces and terrorists, his mother always tries keep him busy inside home and urges him to play inside home with his brothers and sisters, but Sajed gets bored staying at home he always gets way to get out of house and play with his friends at neighborhood, because of this action he gets punished by his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day,,,, shootings and explosions started near by their neighborhood, Sajed's mother shouted " Sajed , Sajed, Sajed" but Sajed wasn't at home; he was playing at neighborhood, his mother sat down and started to cry and say my Sajed is gone repeatedly, while she is crying hard knocking on the door, Sajed says " mom, mom open the door it is me Sajed" his mother ran toward door and opened and she saw Sajed with some kids from neighborhood, Sajed invited some kids to home to protect them from shootings and explosions because fighting is close to their house, Sajed and his friends are  scared, paled and breathing quickly, his mother brought water for them quickly, when fighting stopped Sajed's friends left to their home and their families were worried about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sajed's mother works hard to keep Sajed inside home to avoid the danger of terrorists everyday, but Sajed always finds way to get out of house and play in the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;One day, morning, neighborhood is silent and everything is normal, Sajed's father used this silence to go to market and took Sajed's brothers to buy some toys, while Sajed still in bed sleeping his mother asked his father to buy him new playthings that may keep him inside home,&lt;br /&gt;Mother, Sajed's sisters and Sajed stayed in home,&lt;br /&gt;Father bought toys and playthings for Sajed and in his way to home, suddenly, he heard hard explosion he hurried up toward home and he found their house collapsed, Sajed, Sajed's sisters and Sajed's mother are dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-6275522903380534465?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6275522903380534465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-386443571587000840</id><published>2007-06-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T16:24:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE STOP DOING THIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnVHC2W8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HvXKxvxVorE/s1600-h/nickrazorap300%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073820772210242290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnVHC2W8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HvXKxvxVorE/s320/nickrazorap300%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnU5C2W8uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gHQ8DANPtns/s1600-h/28%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073820531692073698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073819410705609394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s320/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnT3y2W8rI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DSOAjfPL1O8/s1600-h/DSC000078%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures above show the one of Shia'a's ritual on Ashoura day, in that day Shia'as make a big ceremony in Iraq and other countries, this ceremony contains slapping their selves, lashing with metal chains and other non metal and make their selves to bleed from head, this happens once every year, but when we look at pictures we see the pain and torture that kids have, actually parents force and encourage their kids to do this, they don't know the harm and damage that kids have from this action, some of these pictures are not from Iraq but I saw with my own eyes how Iraqi kids get pain of doing this, some of these pictures are for other Shia'as in other countries but I feel pain with that wherever it happens, I ask Shia'a parents to stop forcing kids to do that, I got in problem by family when I tried to stop one kid was lashing himself by metal chains.&lt;br /&gt;Kids loose blood and get beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop torturing our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnTri2W8qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8augabq23GY/s1600-h/Blade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnTri2W8qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8augabq23GY/s1600-h/Blade%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-stop-doing-this.html' title='PLEASE STOP DOING THIS'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PfP9usr6NlQ/RmnVHC2W8vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HvXKxvxVorE/s72-c/nickrazorap300%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-4769372805362360804</id><published>2007-06-07T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:41:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we all cried</title><content type='html'>Iraq, Nineveh:&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday is holiday in Iraq, Fridays I go to cinema and I take some kids from my neighborhood to cinema to watch movies, kids love action movies, they also wait every Friday to I take them to cinema, their mothers dress them good and I go pick up them from their houses, each kid's mother gives me her kid's ticket money, I pay for bus from my own pocket, 4-8 kids usually come with me to cinema, kids age are 10-13 years old, I usually take them to watch  adventure movies and some times to the action, every time I take them to action movie they talk about week in neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Its Wednesday, I was walking then I saw cinema shows action movie on Friday, I told kids that I am going to take them to action movie.&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday I took my little brother and five kids from neighborhood, when we arrived, I saw they changed action movie to sad love story movie and I love that movie, kids are unaware about this change, I thought well, do I take kids home or we enter to watch ?&lt;br /&gt;I also can not leave this movie I love it, I decided to enter with kids to watch this movie, I told kids this love story movies so be quiet and don't make noise, (I saw kids how they get effected from action movies, some times they yell, jump, worry about the hero, laugh and sometimes the get sad)&lt;br /&gt;However we sat in front seats, I am sitting and kids are sitting beside me, they turned off the lights then they operated the movie, it is about end of the movie I noticed kids were very quiet while I ma watching movie, I thought they got bored and slept some how, the end of movie was very sad, I cried little bit, I thought I am the one only who cried in the cinema but when movie is ended and they turned lights on I saw all kids are crying, I didn't think kids were going to cry from that movie.&lt;br /&gt;When we left the cinema kids started to play and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after 2005, the terrorists exploded many of the cinemas and closed up others, the cinema owners get threats in case if they open it.&lt;div 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cried'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-58027681273280594</id><published>2007-06-06T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T12:05:09.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING GIRL CHILD</title><content type='html'>Old Arabic tribes in Mecca (Saudi Arabia) were looking to the woman as shame, if some man gets girl child he wouldn't be able to show himself to the tribe, people would look at him as meaning of shame in the tribe,&lt;br /&gt;Arabs were thinking the woman is the reason to get girl child and man has no relation with that, The Arabs before Islam were burying new born girl child, after woman gets new girl child his father takes her and goes to burry her to clean his honor, this also called ( shame laundry).&lt;br /&gt;There is very common tale from that time in Mecca,&lt;br /&gt;One Arabic man was burying his 6 years old daughter, when he was digging to make hole to bury his 6 year old daughter, the 6 years old daughter was cleaning her father's beard from dirt (soil), (children are innocent every time), Then, he buried her, but when he got another girl child, he took to bury her too, during burying: he remembered his buried daughter and how she was smiling and cleaning his beard, he started to cry and took his new daughter back to home, her mother was crying but when she saw her she became happy. (Her sister's act saved her life).&lt;br /&gt;Islam prevented this action forever but Islam decreased woman's role and value in community, so woman's situation remained bad, after time people became looking to woman as shame but without burying new born girl children, you won't see this in Iraq's old history before Arabs come to Iraq; Iraq didn't have this Discrimination against woman, after Arabs came to Iraq this Discrimination came with Arabs to Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;This is common in Middle East, this was explanation to make readers to understand the coming story about family and I wanted to give readers small information about the Discrimination against women. If we compare the Discrimination against woman in Iraq and other Arab countries we are going to find Iraq is better than other Arab countries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq: Nineveh.&lt;br /&gt;1989&lt;br /&gt;About family in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family has four girls, mother and father, the father is very angry because he has no boy child, he does not play with his daughters, he screams on his daughters, actually he didn't touch any one of his daughters, he always spits on his daughters face and on his wife's face, the father was very nice man but he became angry and mad after he got first girl child.&lt;br /&gt;The mother is pregnant, father is waiting with hope his new boy child but no one knows the coming baby's gender, The daughters are complaining from their father's action to their mother, Mother says "everything will be good when I bring you brother, you father will be nice again after he sees boy".&lt;br /&gt;Four girls hope and pray to be boy the new coming child, they wish to see their father's face smiles and laughs to them.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, new child came but she is girl too, when mother knew this she started to cry and father became angrier he left home to see his friend to talk about already planned about the new wife.&lt;br /&gt;He brought new wife to home, his wife chosen silence about new wife because the community will give the right to the man to get boy but she is not satisfied about her husband's new marriage.&lt;br /&gt;The new wife is pregnant and everybody's eye on new coming child but the second wife begot girl child too,&lt;br /&gt;The father became very mad and he decided to marry third one, then, he did it.&lt;br /&gt;After one year of his third marriage, the third wife is pregnant and father is waiting new child boy, the first wife is pregnant too, the third wife begot girl too, the father lost his last hope about boy, his first wife is pregnant but he doesn't care any more about it,&lt;br /&gt;One day he was walking on the street, his neighbor told him that his first wife begot new boy child, he ran to home and he found his son from his first wife.&lt;br /&gt;The father took good lesson from his life and he started to treat his huge family nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAY-BY-DAY IRAQIS LEARNED TO NOT MAKE DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN BOY AND GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN WOMAN AND MAN IN IRAQI COMMUNTY BUT TODAY FATHERS TREAT THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS IN SAME WAY, AND LOVE THEM IN SAME VALUE, BUT STILL SOME FAMILIES HAS DISCRIMINATION BETWEEN SON AND DAUGHTER, IT IS  ONLY 10% OF IRAQIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-58027681273280594?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/58027681273280594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=58027681273280594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/58027681273280594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/58027681273280594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/06/being-girl-child.html' title='BEING GIRL CHILD'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-2746432714824505209</id><published>2007-05-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:36:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taharah / Circumucision</title><content type='html'>Taharah means circumcision in Arabic and also some people say Sunnet for Taharah, circumcision is an act of cutting off the prepuce or foreskin of males, this came from Prophet Mohammed by Allah (God) as other heavenly religion from same God for Jews, Christians and Islam so it is same order from God was told by God's prophets for people.&lt;br /&gt;The Jews are as a circumcised people.&lt;br /&gt;Rejection of the sins of the flesh; Spiritual purification and acceptance of the Christian faith, The act of circumcising; surgical removal of the foreskin of males the act of circumcising performed on males eight days after birth as a Jewish and Muslim religious rite. The feast day celebrating the circumcision of Jesus; celebrated on January 1st.&lt;br /&gt;As you see three religions have one more same point,&lt;br /&gt;The circumcision in Islam for male only, I slam has no female circumcision at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taharah in Iraq, as other Islam majority countries Iraq has big care for male circumcision,&lt;br /&gt;In some areas and before 10 years in Iraq; Iraqi kids get circumcised when they are 4-12 years old but now people get their kids circumcised after 2 weeks after birth specially who lives in big cities.&lt;br /&gt; All kids get afrsid from circumcision and from circumciser; I am sure every man and boy has circumcision (Taharah) story in Iraq, so I am going to tell you circumcision story for twin boys Jawdat and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawdat and Ali are brothers and they are twins, they live with their family. Jawdat and Ali have big family.&lt;br /&gt;Because of Jawdat and Ali are twins they were born weak and their parents decided to postpone their circumcision when they get 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It is spring Jawdat and Ali are 8 years old, parents prepared everything for circumcision without twin's knowledge (if twins know about circumcision they will run away), however twins were kept busy without knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Hassan is twins' cousin, Hassan heard about circumcising today and he went to tell twins,&lt;br /&gt;"Jawdat, Ali, I heard today is cut day for you" Hassan said.&lt;br /&gt;When twins heard this, they ran away, when circumciser came waited for hour the family couldn't find the twins then circumciser left.&lt;br /&gt;Twins are 9 years old and it is spring, this year the twins are aware and very scared, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;10 years old, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;11 years old, they ran away too.&lt;br /&gt;Twins are 12 years old; the family made trap to catch twins, first parents sent twins to work ( to come from work tired and they won't go any where after work, they will come directly to home).&lt;br /&gt;Jawdat and Ali came from work at 4:00 PM very tired,&lt;br /&gt;When Jawdat and Ali saw the circumciser at home, they tried to make excuses but their father said it is just one time and you are getting older day by day, lets do it now, twins accepted this time and they got circumcised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-2746432714824505209?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2746432714824505209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=2746432714824505209&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2746432714824505209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2746432714824505209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/05/taharah-circumucision.html' title='Taharah / Circumucision'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-3202739961277628894</id><published>2007-04-13T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:56:33.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and mute kid</title><content type='html'>One day I was teaching kids a new game to play in neighborhood, every time I teach them new game they get bored after playing that game and they want more, you know kids' situation, one of kids brought me his broken car toy to fix it, I couldn't fix it because I hadn't spare parts, he became sad, I didn't know what to do and I didn't have money to buy them candies, I said ok kids let me tell you funny jokes, kid became happy while I am telling them jokes all of them laugh, I noticed one of them doesn't listen and doesn't laugh, he just sits with kids, I talked to him and I asked his name he didn't answer to me, I see him first time in neighborhood, I asked one of kids what's wrong with him, Ali told me his family came new and he can't talk and can't hear, I tried funny things with my hands, I saw he smiled to me, his name is Samir but calling him with name doesn't work because he doesn’t hear he is 7 years old, however, I was with kids from around 3:00 PM until sunset after sunset all kids went home, I went to visit on of my friends after one hour I returned to home, I entered home I was trying to sit down I heard hard knockings on door, my mother said this knock is means something bad happened, and she told me if I made any problems before I come home, I told her no I didn't do any thing, however I went to see who is knocking, I saw Ali with woman, the woman is crying, Ali told me this is Samir's mother, I told her what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;She said Samir is lost…… did you see him? … Samir doesn’t know this neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;I said he was with kids and they went home didn't he come home?&lt;br /&gt;She said no ….. I have no body to look for him now his father at work,&lt;br /&gt;I told her don't worry you go home and I will gather some friends to look for him,&lt;br /&gt;She said I have to come with you; I brought 2 guys from our neighborhood, me, Ali and Samir's mother we all went to look for in the neighborhood and other neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of looking for him we gathered in the other neighborhood without finding him.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Samir's mother to go home and take Ali with her we will continue to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;After they went home, I told 2 of my friends to knock doors on by one and ask them about Samir, then we started to ask every house about him, some people haven't seen him some others saw him walking that way or he was standing and watching other kids.&lt;br /&gt;We walked according people's direction to us, finally we found our selves back in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me why we don't go to mosque (if any kid or old guy or animal is lost, people go to mosque and then the Imam announces in the mosque's loud speaker about lost thing , this is very common in north of Iraq)&lt;br /&gt;We ran to the  nearest mosque but mosque was locked then we went to Imam's home, Imam refused because it was night and late however we convinced him, we together went mosque again to use loud speaker, after Imam announced about Samir and how he is look like, and he said if any body has him please bring him to mosque people left their home to find out what is going on, after half our nothing happened, Imam said ok come back tomorrow I am very busy now, however we convinced him again to wait just little more and repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;In the second time one guy brought Samir to the mosque, Samir was little scared but when saw me he knew me and I made some funny hand things he smiled, Imam told us ok take him to his mother, then we kissed Imam's hand and the guy's hand who brought Samir, (kissing men's hand here in Iraq means respect specially if you kiss old men or women hand , It means I am very thankful, grateful and means you are very appreciated for his job that he or she has done to you, we also kiss our father's hand and specially our mother's hand to show obey and respect to parents here in Iraq, some times kissing somebody's hand means asking for frogiveness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Samir to home, I knocked their door no one was at home then I took Samir to my home, I saw my mother and Samir's mother are awake waiting for us, after Samir's mother took Samir home, I went to bed tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-3202739961277628894?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3202739961277628894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=3202739961277628894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3202739961277628894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3202739961277628894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-mute-kid.html' title='me and mute kid'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-3300039239544069324</id><published>2007-04-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:10:11.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding from his daughter</title><content type='html'>Hanan waited her father tonight too, then she slept, her mother put her in the bed, she is 8 years old her family is very poor, she has no sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:00 am her father arrived; he asked about Hanan, mother said she slept after long waiting for you; did you get your salary?&lt;br /&gt;Father "work is weak, I didn't get money, I couldn't buy candies and doll that I promised her"&lt;br /&gt;Mother "she waits you every night, she told me every one bought new doll but she".&lt;br /&gt;Father "make her busy, don't let remember about, when she talks about it find something else"&lt;br /&gt;Mother "I have no more excuses to tell her"&lt;br /&gt;It is morning, father left to work before Hanan wakes up, Hanan woke up and asked about her father, mother told her your father didn't come last night he will come tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Hanan "you say tonight everyday".&lt;br /&gt;Mother convinced Hanan this day too like other days, Hanan went out to play with her friends with new doll, girls in neighborhood brag about stories and candies and gifts that their father and older brother brought for them and Hanan has no story just listening in.&lt;br /&gt;Every day Hanan comes home sad, another night Hanan slept without seeing her father again,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning after her father left home two police men came and asked about hanan's father to take him to army to take part in war, mother leaded them to his work place, two police men took Hanan's father to army from work place without seeing her family.&lt;br /&gt;Mother started to work and care for Hanan, their situation became worst.&lt;br /&gt;After four months father escaped from army and came home hiding, Hanan saw her father after more than four months, after day father went to his work place and received his salary for old work he was done, he bought candies and new doll for Hanan, Hanan was waiting her father when she saw new doll she took it to show her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-3300039239544069324?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3300039239544069324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=3300039239544069324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3300039239544069324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/3300039239544069324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiding-from-his-daughter.html' title='hiding from his daughter'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-9064710612763194534</id><published>2007-03-07T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:43:02.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is killing Iraqi kids?</title><content type='html'>I talked in one of my past posts "I won't talk about the way of crimes and terrorism against our Iraqi kids because it gives me pain when write about it" but I will tell you who kill our kids?&lt;br /&gt;Let's go with my vision into Iraq and keeping our eyes outside of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Iran is with Shia'a, Iran is with Syria, Iran is with Afghan suicide bombers who enter Iraq, Iran is with Iraqi new government, Iran is with Iraqi Shia'a militants (death teams), Iran supports some Iraqi Shia'a parties which they are in new Iraqi government, Iran is against Ba'ath party in Iraq and Iranian intelligence are every where in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syria is with Iraqi Sunnis, Syria supports Ba'ath party in Iraq, Syria against new Iraqi government, Syria is training terrorists in Latikia (one of Syrian province) and send them to Iraq adding for this those terrorists are Sunnis, Syria supports all Iraqis Sunni fighters, Syria supported Kurds against Saddam and also took part in 1991 second gulf war against Iraq (Saddam), Syria provides safe place for former Iraqi Ba'ath Party and Syrian intelligence everywhere in Iraq. "Syria supports Sunnis and Iran supports Shia'as to make Iraqis fight each other".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordanians come to Iraq to kill Iraqis they stand with Iraqi Sunnis with bless from Jordanian parliament, we remember 2 years ago (2005 February) when Jordanian terrorist who called Ra'ed Albana exploded him self in local market in Hilla province south of Iraq 200 Iraqi civilians were killed over 400 Iraqi civilians were wounded the Jordanian parliament made big celebration for this big achievement, and Jordan is third main terrorism resource, many terrorists in Iraq are Jordanians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia terrorists come to Iraq to kill Iraqis with bless from Saudi Arabian clerics, Fatwa says in Saudi Arabia is obligation for everyone to go to Iraq and create Islamic realm and kill anyone stands against until you finish your aim to make Iraq Islamic state to be ruled by OsamabinLaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole Yemeni and Palestinians people are extremists, criminals and terrorists; they come to Iraq to kill our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait has several terrorists come to kill Iraqis.&lt;br /&gt;Egypt, Sudan, Libya, Tunis and Morocco, many terrorists come from those countries to kill Iraqis.&lt;br /&gt;Yusuf Al-Qaradawi Islamic well-known cleric who always appears on Aljazzerah TV urges and asks every young Muslim to go and fight in Iraq even if Iraqis stood kill them, Qaradawi one of big terrorists appears on TV every week to guide Muslims and make Fatwas to send more young Muslims to kill Iraqis and to be killed too.&lt;br /&gt;Qaradawi is responsible of killing Iraqi kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I talked about above is true and you can check with your other resources to find out, now just look at and think countries and people of Iraqi neighbors are trying their best to kill Iraqi kids and make one more Iraqi orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WHO IS KILLING IRAQI CHILDRN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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kids?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-5547195057730383011</id><published>2007-03-06T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:51:59.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTEYERCHIA ?</title><content type='html'>From long time Iraqis have good relationship with birds, especially Iraqi kids.&lt;br /&gt;"MUTEYERCHIYA" this is the name called for kids who cares for birds especially doves/ pigeons,&lt;br /&gt;Muteyerchiyas is very common in all over Iraq, the name of "Muteyerchiya" came from word "Teir" which means fly it and also means bird so "Muteyerchi" is the guy who let his doves fly and come back to home again, Muteyerchi is single of Muteyerchia in Iraqi local language.&lt;br /&gt;Most of Muteyerchias are kids 9-17 years old, to be good Muteyerchi; Muteyerchi brings wood and some fence to make big cage usually puts it on the roof after fixing the big cage muteyerchi puts used oil cans and cuts it to be small hoses for doves to sleep in it at night and puts these cans in up inside of this big cage, Muteyerchi ensures that the cage is strong enough so no cat can enter the cage, all Muteyerchias hate cats because cats come at night to eat doves, so we say in Iraq "the house has doves cant has cats" after the fence cage built Muteyerchi goes to birds market to buy some doves, Muteyerchias usually stat with 8 doves 4 males and 4 females and they have to be young and able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;After the Muteyerchi brings the 8 doves starts to cut some feathers from doves' wings so they can't fly back to the first owner and also doves can stay in this house to be used to it and not to leave it even if doves left the house they come back to after they have been used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Muteyerchia starts to feed doves and water usually uses wheat and rice.&lt;br /&gt;After months doves are used to stay in this house and have eggs, Muteyerchi leaves doves to fly free and they come back to cage after year Muteyerchi will have dozens because of reproductions made by his doves.&lt;br /&gt;The war among Muteyerchias:&lt;br /&gt;Before I talk about the war, some Muteyerchias put rules about their region to save their doves like if you have any of my doves you will turn in to me, the war; Muteyerchias most time stay on the roof with their doves and watch sky if any dove enters or he can see it he let his doves to fly and that single dove will join the flying group and come back to the house then Muteyerchi will catch the stranger one, if the bird belongs to one of his neighbors, if he has rules to give it back to his owner he will, if his region without rules the stranger became his dove then he will decide join it with his bird or he will sell in birds market, some times this leads to real fight among Muteyerchias .&lt;br /&gt;Every Muteyerchi has his own way to defend and hunt birds, and some Muteyerchias make alliance with each other to be in control in that area.&lt;br /&gt;The contest:&lt;br /&gt; In every year Muteyerchias make many contests in Iraq, every Muteyerchi takes one of his best doves and make one big cage all Muteyerchias put their doves until they be used to stay in that cage then all Muteyerchias take their doves to pointed area it is decided before, it is about 40- 100 kilometers, the distance will be decided by Muteyerchias.&lt;br /&gt;Then they leave doves from pointed area and go to big cage to wait doves, whose dove comes first will be winner and will get prize also second and third.&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi dove is world's strongest dove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-2888287734057965772</id><published>2007-02-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:38:18.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my small kite story</title><content type='html'>Kite is one of Iraqi kids favorite thing, specially when comes wind season end of spring and autumn time so I remember my first kite flying, kids fly kites on the roof and some on the ground especially in villages, if roof is not good for kite flying which it has to be wide enough to kids movements kids go to their neighbors to go up to the roof with other kids to fly kites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 6 years old my older brothers were doing kites to fly which was not allowed to me to do with them because my mother were when you grow up and became like them I will allow you to go with them, I liked it from first, my brother go up to roof and start to fly kites and I stay on the ground to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;I became nine years old it is beginning of autumn there is good wind, I asked my mother to allow me to make kite she said ok but be careful, because many kids drops from roof and get their legs broken, I went to roof I have already my kite stuff prepared and I know how to make because I was watching my brothers how they were making it, I became very happy, then my cousin came to play with me he was 7 years old his name Saleem, saleem were very excited to make our first kite, it was about 9:00 AM, we make kits from old newspapers and  some thin palm wood and filament, after work in it  we made our first kite and it is ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kite went with other kids' kites to showoff whose kite is flying too higher, I and my cousin didn't have our lunch because we were keyed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-2888287734057965772?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2888287734057965772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=2888287734057965772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2888287734057965772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/2888287734057965772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-small-kite-story.html' title='my small kite story'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-5036574566695091825</id><published>2007-01-23T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:14:46.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One plus many problems</title><content type='html'>"Khalid …Khalid …wake up it is 7 AM …go buy some bread and yogurt to have breakfast and go to work." His mother said. Mother started family's new day with these words.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid is 10 years old, he has 12 old years blind sister they live with their mother, mother is sick she can't do a lot of homework her blind daughter helps to do it, Khalid works at market to support his family.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid woke up but he doesn't what to do because yesterday night when he was coming to home after he gained small money was enough to family food but some street kids cut his way and beat him up took his money, Khalid didn't tell this yesterday to his family, this morning he didn't want to tell he left home to find breakfast for his family.&lt;br /&gt;He is usually smart and careful but in that day he was thinking about breakfast food, he walked to the store and asked him to give him bread and yogurt and he will pay him later, the vender saw his torn clothes then vender gave him some bread and some yogurt for free told him you it is for free don't pay me at all, Khalid became very happy because he solved the breakfast problem without make his family sad in that day.&lt;br /&gt;Khalid started to run and run happy to make happy breakfast, car hit him down in his way crossing the road his bread is gone yogurt dumped on the ground," my breads …my yogurt " Kahlid was telling with cry during the car accident, one of his arms was broken and his head was wounded, car didn't stop to pick him up ran away it is early morning there is no many people around,&lt;br /&gt;The vender and some of people were in the store run to take him to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;It is 11:00 AM Khalid found himself at the hospital his mother very worried about him she can't go out find out because she is sick and she can't send her blind daughter out, time is going on his hungry mother and sister very worried to know what is going on, the vender still with Khalid in the hospital then brought Khalid home when his mother saw his son she started to cry his sister heard her mother is crying she started to cry too but she doesn't know what is going on, Vender put Khalid on the bed and sat down told his mother car hit your son and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;After the mother explained their situation to the vender; vender told them from now on I will bring you food every day and some clothes and I will buy medicine to Khalid.&lt;br /&gt;After year Khalid became good and he started to work again to support his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-5036574566695091825?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5036574566695091825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=5036574566695091825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/5036574566695091825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/5036574566695091825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-plus-many-problems.html' title='One plus many problems'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-1856410615452479257</id><published>2007-01-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:34:21.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Windows to Iraqi Kids</title><content type='html'>To be close to Iraqi kids I am going to open small window to watch Iraqi kids from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WindowI:&lt;br /&gt; In beginning of everyday kids wake up about 8 to 10 AM after father left them to work while they were sleeping, mother takes them and washes their hands and faces to prepare them to have breakfast, after the breakfast mother dresses them up to the weather, mother takes them to front of door there are other mothers do same thing then kids gather together to play and talk one of the mothers will watch them in front of the door or many mothers set to watch them, in one neighborhood will be almost 20 children or more than 20 then children will start to play, run, laugh and joke, girls and boys in this time kids forget who is brother and sister all of them feel like brothers and sisters and 2-4 years kids will attend this assemble but their 8-11 years old sisters will hold them, 2-4 years old kids just watch and have fun by watching other kids playing but when they get about 6 years old they will play with children assemble.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes while kids are playing one of mothers in neighborhood distributes candy or cake after she cooked just for kids assemble, cake distribution time kids stop to get everyone his/her share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window II:&lt;br /&gt;The life insurance for Iraqi kids is their mother, mother is best life insurance for kids from 4000 years and it is very active until now in Iraq and very trustable insurance and works like that: when kid sets on the ground and it is cold weather, mother doesn't allow her child and doesn't allow playing with sick animals and doesn't allow doing any thing leads their children to be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window III:&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed, in winter time parents urge their kids to sleep early like 8PM-9PM kids go bed, some houses have one room for all kids, some families have about 6 kids sleep on one wide mat for six kids every one has his own blanket, some families have one big wide mat for parents and kids sleep in this mat and with one wide blanket, because they have no more room to put kids in other rooms so they make big wide mat and blanket to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;Summer time kids go to bed about 11PM to bed, most of Iraqi people sleep on the roof in summer time so every kid has his own bed, summer time solves bed problem for who don't have enough rooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-1856410615452479257?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1856410615452479257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=1856410615452479257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/1856410615452479257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/1856410615452479257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-windows-to-iraqi-kids.html' title='Three Windows to Iraqi Kids'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116718516068273740</id><published>2006-12-26T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:06:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE DAY FOR BREAD</title><content type='html'>Hashim says;&lt;br /&gt;Hashim is one of my friends; we were talking one day he told me this story happened with him and two boys, when Hashim was 13 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Hashim says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is summer it is work season we usually go to some known places to get work, the place which every boys get gathered 11-20 years old then trucks come to take us to farms to work usually to digging land take potato on ground to fill it in bags and then fill trucks.&lt;br /&gt;This is a normal work in north of Nineveh they pay 1000 Iraqi Dinars more than half of dollar from 8am to 5pm the condition of work is very bad but they have no choice just to work to support their family.&lt;br /&gt;On day I got up 7am prepared my self to go out to go to work it is Friday many of workers don't come to work and trucks don't come also then my mother prepared Falafel sandwiches for me to take with me. I went to the place which we wait the trucks, I saw one of my friends his name Ali he is 14 years old and another boy from our city he is in same age like us, just three of us are waiting for truck no body else after waiting one hour one pick-up truck came asked are potato workers we said yes then he said jump on the truck, we jumped on the truck then started to drive us to work but we don't who is the man and where is the work, Ali told me" I didn't like this guy who is taking us to work" I told him " all we need work don't worry about his face " after two hours of driving the guy took us to far area we are not used to work in that far away from paved ways and highways.&lt;br /&gt; he dropped us to the farm I saw one guy watches and about 20 boys are working, when we started to walk to start work one of boys told me "if you leave this area is better for you, don't work here" I didn't care about his speech because I thought he doesn't like us to work, the guy came told you three new boys come work here away from other workers then we went to work ,&lt;br /&gt;There are lines on the ground tractor comes takes potatoes out we start to gather it and fill it in bags, the weather is very hot I asked for some water the guy who watches us told me "just work no water" he has stick in his hand and ordering us to don't let pass any potato on the and in the ground, he just yells on us, now I am ready to quit work for any reason I see it else.&lt;br /&gt;He came after of my line and couldn’t find any potato then he went after Ali's line he also couldn’t find any missed potato but when he went after the boy's line that is with us he found many missed  potatoes behind him he started to beat the boy with his stick, when I and Ali saw this we ran toward him and started fight him then we beat him up when he saw he got beaten he yelled to his guys to help about 15 guys came with sticks toward us those guys started to beat up us until we escaped from farm they came after us but we ran faster than them but we don't know where we are.&lt;br /&gt; We left our food over there in the farm, I have blood in my body Ali is bleeding also and the boy too, our clothes are torn like escaped from monster's teeth.   I told them we have to walk until find truck takes us to the city, still I am thirsty the guy didn't give me water to drink and heat of sun.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Kurdish tents we went toward them, 8-9 years old kids around the tents saw us they went to tell their families, an old man and an old woman came when they saw us they took us inside tent and gave us water, they asked what happened to you, I told them dog attacked us the old man didn't believe us, he said you have been beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us food and some clothes, we washed our bloods then we started to walk toward highway we walked about 2-4 kilometers until we found the way. We stopped car and told him we don't have money, take us to the city, he said ok come on; we came to house without money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This story passed out by Hashim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116718516068273740?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116718516068273740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116718516068273740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116718516068273740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116718516068273740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-day-for-bread.html' title='ONE DAY FOR BREAD'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116614958082555571</id><published>2006-12-14T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:26:20.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgul</title><content type='html'>Burgul is very famous food in middle east, especially in north of Iraq exactly in Nineveh province which is in north of Iraq, almost all Iraqi nationalities make Burgul, the Christian villages in east north of Nineveh and all other villages north west of Nineveh make Burgul.&lt;br /&gt;Nineveh is called "the basket of Iraq bread" this name came to Nineveh because Nineveh produces a lot of wheat and barley and feeds Iraq,&lt;br /&gt;First we buy good wheat and bring it to home, women wash and clean almost 1/4 ton of wheat it may takes several days, and we bring big pot and install the pot and bring some wood to put under the pot, mostly we put the pot front of house some times inside of house, we start to fill the pot water then start to fire it after 5 minutes start dump the clean wheat to the pot, and start to poach the wheat we don't cover the pot.&lt;br /&gt;During the poaching wheat you are going to see the kids are gathered around the pot and every kid has small jar waiting for poached wheat off course this is in the summer, after is poached the owner of the pot start fill small jars for kids and kids take to home to put some salt on it " my advice putting some salt on poached wheat is yummy, when I was kid I ate very much of it still I say no for it".&lt;br /&gt;After kids go home we start to take it to the roof and lay it on the roof to dry, drying takes 3 days, then women start to clear it from any thing just poached wheat.&lt;br /&gt;After dry we take it to the mill to crush it to make it small pieces then we bring to home to clear it and separate the very very small pieces out and also smipoached wheat flour out, and after this cleaning what it remained is Burgul.We start to cook Burgul like the rice but it has own taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116614958082555571?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116614958082555571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Kids' Family</title><content type='html'>Most of Iraqi families consist of more than 10 persons and it depends for family and for begetting, Saadi is 8 years old lives with big family made of 28 persons, Saadi's family live in house has 7 rooms, one room for his grandfather and grandmother because the house for his grandfather one room for Saadi's family for him, his mother, his father, his brother and sister, one room for guests, one room for his married uncle and his family, one room for his another married uncle and his family, one room for his unmarried three aunts, one room for his unmarried four uncles.&lt;br /&gt;Adding for seven rooms they have kitchen, toilets and room for their stuff, Saadi spends his day playing with his cousins in side the house and from time to time his grandfather gathers him and his cousins to tell them tales and old stories sometimes funny stories and play with them sometimes teach them how to play.&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather doesn't work he is 65 years old but Saadi's father and his uncles work together to support this big family, when one of his uncles is free plays with Saadi and his cousins and also take the kids to the park, the women in this house take care of cleanings, washings and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;The men in this house just work to make money to feed family and other family's need, they are not rich and also they run their self by their self, this the situation many Iraqi family live with.&lt;br /&gt;Kids' voices are overflowing this house day time and night time is calm because all kids in bed now, in the morning all kids be gathered to feed them then leave them to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they buy something for any child they have to buy for all children (you know the kids) when they give chocolate or candy  for one child they have to give for all children  (you know the kids).&lt;br /&gt;I know Saadi he is very polite child and good also he is clever in school, his younger brother 8 years old very funny and nice, I like them, when I visit them the kids come around me because his father my friend.&lt;br /&gt;This house kind of full of love and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116468062019888238?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116468062019888238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116468062019888238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116468062019888238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116468062019888238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/11/kids-family.html' title='Kids&apos; Family'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116442638121994243</id><published>2006-11-24T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:46:21.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawziah and her calf</title><content type='html'>Fawziah is nine years old girl lives with her family, her father has three wives all of them live in big house which her father own it, Fawziah is lucky because her mother and her father's other two wives don't make quarrel with each other (if man married more than one wife usually wives make quarrel with each other here in Iraq).&lt;br /&gt;Her mother the first and older one has five kids, Fawziah is fourth child among her brothers, the second wife has four children all of them girls the third one has two children one boy and the other is girl, they have big house because Fawziah's father buys and sells cows, oxen and sheep, her father takes his animals to sell if sells he buys new ones end of the day he brings them to house which he made rooms for his animals beside of his house.&lt;br /&gt;Fawziah's brothers help their father to take animals to animal market and bring them, her mother and other wives care to feed, clean and milking.&lt;br /&gt;Fawziah likes to spend times with cows and sheep she likes them too much, when she goes to school she brings her friends to show them their cows and sheep, also she goes with her mother to sell milk and yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;One day their permanently cow yeaned new calf colored with white and red, Fawziah liked it too much, she brings to calf from her own cakes and when her mother gives her an apple she gives half of it to her calf, she also asked her father to buy comb to her calf her father bought to her new comb every day she combs her calf.&lt;br /&gt;The problem her father doesn't know her daughter likes the calf too much; her father is very busy by running selling and buying animals and also to run his family he is always busy,&lt;br /&gt;After four months her calf gets bigger and bigger, one night she heard her father talking to her mother about the calf to slay it and use meat for eat, she couldn't sleep that night always thinking about her calf,&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she talked to her mother about the calf and her mother said I will talk to your father, when her mother talked to him he said don't worry she cries for one and two days then will forget every thing but he didn't know how his daughter likes the calf even if he knows it he cares for his business.&lt;br /&gt;After two months his father decided to slay the calf then he prepared knives to start but Fawziah cried very hard and started scream strongly when neighbors heard her scream they came quickly to say what is going on after they understood the story they asked him not to slay the calf because of Fawziah then he stopped slaying.&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks her father sent Fawziha and her mother to buy new clothes for fawziah, Fawziha didn't know his father planned to sell the calf, when Fawziah and her mother came back Fawziah couldn't see the calf she started to cry and scream she thought her father slaughtered the calf then she became sick for two years, after two years she became well step by step but she doesn't believe her sold the calf until now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116442638121994243?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-116031236860647767</id><published>2006-10-08T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:59:28.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Note!</title><content type='html'>Of course all Iraq’s situation is not same, some people are rich and most of Iraqi people are poor and Saddam was giving a lot of money for his men all these made big difference between Iraqi people’s situation.&lt;br /&gt;All Iraqi people don’t have same nation and don’t have same belief (religion), Iraqi nations are Arabs, Kurds, Turcomans, Assyrians, Armenians, Syriacs (suryani) and keldanis. The religions in Iraq are Islam, Christianity, yazidi and Sabi’a. All these nationalities and religions led to variety of traditions in Iraq, Baghdad is the capital so you are going to see all kind of Iraqis but most of residents are Arabs Shiaa, most people in south Iraq are Arabs shiaa but there are some Arab Sunnis among Arab shiaa, middle of Iraq is for Arab Sunnis, north of Iraq is for Kurds, Turcomans and others.&lt;br /&gt;Iraq has very rich history in the world starting from Sumerians, Assyrians, Abbasians and etc, these histories has great effect for Iraqi people nature.&lt;br /&gt;Also Iraq has big cities like Baghdad, Mosul and Basra; also Iraq has poor neglected cities and villages but poor cities are more than rich ones.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the story in south will not be like in mid or north, rich Iraqi people don't like to hear about poor Iraqi people.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this note for who think Iraq has one situation and has one type of people.&lt;br /&gt;I think this small information will help you reading my stories and also you can read true books about Iraq to understand Iraq well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-116031236860647767?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/116031236860647767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=116031236860647767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116031236860647767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/116031236860647767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/10/note.html' title='Note!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115996903668221618</id><published>2006-10-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T06:37:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fathers</title><content type='html'>When Asmaa was born her father left her and her mother, her father left them because he didn't want them any more; Asmaa's mother is working tailor for the neighborhood, she decided to take care for Asmaa in stead of marriage, she works to buy food, toys for Asmaa, clothes for Asmaa and stuff for their house.&lt;br /&gt;After four years every things started to be good but Asmaa's father appeared, one night he came home back drunk and wounded, Asmaa's mother tried to understand him and get everything good like how they were in the beginning but she didn't know her husband became criminal and came to hide himself.&lt;br /&gt;He even didn't ask about his daughter, Asmaa's mother took care for him in that night.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning while she was baking he woke up from bed and started to yell for her to bring breakfast in meantime Asmaa woke up, when Asmaa saw him she ran to her mother quickly and asked who is the guy in he room, easily,,, her mother said he is your father, Asmaa didn't care because she is not used to know what is father.&lt;br /&gt;One of Asmaa's mother eyes became blind because of hard working  adding for this problem the father  force her to take money from her.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa's mother remained patient with all these problems because of Asmaa, her father don't talk with Asmaa and Asmaa don't talk with him and doesn't like him, mother tries to fix everything to be normal family as other families but father came to house because he is wanted for thieves.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday father beats mother in front of Asmaa and Asmaa starts to cry but father don't care about her.&lt;br /&gt;All these events continued until Asmaa's mother two eyes became blind, after this…. no work no money father started to sell things from house…………..&lt;br /&gt;The mother has been thrown on the bed blind; Asmaa takes care for her with their neighbor old woman until thieves killed the father in front of house.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa is seven years old and she gets food and clothes from neighbors, her blind mother on the bed teaches her sewing, after one year she stared to sew for neighbors,.&lt;br /&gt;Asmaa is 17 years old became tailor her mother still on bed but Asmaa bought every thing for house and she takes good care for her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115996903668221618?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115996903668221618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115996903668221618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115996903668221618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115996903668221618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-fathers.html' title='Some fathers'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115789101737090697</id><published>2006-09-10T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:23:37.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is monester in Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Iraqi kids have another problem this problem is new for Iraqi kids, in spite of all problems threat Iraqi childhood but this one  threats our kids lives and every meaning of being child in Iraq .&lt;br /&gt;Iraq is living this problem more than one year, this problem is more than street fighting, more than civil war, more than terrorism, I have no idea what do I call the situation in Iraq? Now …………… every day many Iraqi kids get murdered, some Iraqi kids get force for terrorism operations, other kids die because there is no good medical care, in the beginning of my blog I was talking about kids education and their condition, now I am talking about their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been writing for while because the new stories that I have it are very bad and very very bad, the situation in Iraq even effects for my psychology, so I apologize for my absence for while, but I will carry on to share Iraqi kids problem with world.&lt;br /&gt;The big problem in this world no one focus the light spot on this problem, politicians even don't want to mention this, journalism don't care about Iraqi kids lives.&lt;br /&gt;The Muslim clerics are busy for announce Fatwas for kill our kids but indirectly. (Fatwa: means obligated religion orders comes from Muslim clerics).&lt;br /&gt;Iraq's neighbors have no mercy for our kids; our kids cry blood every one is watching.&lt;br /&gt;Kids in Iraq are loosing their organs, terrorists and criminals are kidnapping our kids and sell their organs for money, killings on streets and car bombs are one of big monsters in Iraq and more than this.&lt;br /&gt;                                                Imagine can you live in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Fixing Iraq's problem means giving life for our kids&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115789101737090697?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115789101737090697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115789101737090697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115789101737090697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115789101737090697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-is-monester-in-iraq.html' title='There is monester in Iraq'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115409281951707176</id><published>2006-07-28T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:20:19.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining of Iraqi kids grow up</title><content type='html'>Preparing for new baby starts before three months the baby comes, however everything is needed will be prepared for baby, in past years ago and in some villages now the people are using same way to grow up kids, basically mother uses her milk if mother couldn’t some of kids relatives will uses their new born mothers milk to help that kid, secondary thing is unbroken cleaning for kid, mother uses some clothes to wrap entire of baby’s body hard except the head, these clothes won’t be thrown after one use but it will be washed again therefore they use strong and soft clothes, mothers use some of dirt(soil) this soil usually be colored in nature red or green, after mothers bring this soil will be cleaned from every thing bad for babies’ body then they make it fleecy powder then they warm it and put in baby’s back  to keep they baby clean and warm specially in winter time.&lt;br /&gt;The cot is made of wood and mothers prepare very soft mini bed many people put small knife or metal underneath baby’s pillow to help him sleep, also they keep every smells away from kids.&lt;br /&gt;In sleep time mothers shake the cot and start to sing until the baby sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating in every year birthday is not common her in Iraq for example I haven’t made birthday party in my life until now but we make parties for kids in occasions; the occasions are first time baby has tooth in this occasion we cook many kinds of food but make special food and we distribute for neighbors letting them to know our baby has his first tooth, it is just traditions.&lt;br /&gt;We make party when first baby walks this is my favorite party I like too much when I see first walk for kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115409281951707176?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115409281951707176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115409281951707176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115409281951707176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115409281951707176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/07/begining-of-iraqi-kids-grow-up.html' title='The begining of Iraqi kids grow up'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-115012184852756521</id><published>2006-06-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:55:31.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Head of Iraqi kids killer is dead</title><content type='html'>Zarqawi is one of Iraqi kids killer is dead now but still his group and people who support him behind killing our innocent kids, but one by one people like Zarqawi will be hunted sooner or later and people who support Zarqawi will be disgraced in their life for carrying this bloody ideas which always kill our kids.&lt;br /&gt;I have proofs for this, first, when Iraqis heard news about killing Zarqawi they went out to streets to dance we also saw mothers who lost their kids, this is the second happiness after Saddam was gone second, many Arab medias announced Zarqawi as hero after his dead those countries who encourages Zarqawi will be graced like Zarqawi and adding for this many people in Arab countries did funeral ceremony for Zarqawi it didn't stop here but many government men visited this ceremony to show their sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Don't our kids deserve life or what you are saying we die and you have to live, I am saying, you will be hunted too.&lt;br /&gt;Our kids will live as other kids in the world and no body will be able to stop Iraqi kids' life, smile will renew in Iraqi kids face when they see or hear terrorists are hunted one by one like Zarqawi and others, the Arab countries will be disappointed in their terrorism mission against Iraqi kids future and against innocent people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Head of Iraqi kids killer is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-115012184852756521?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/115012184852756521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=115012184852756521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115012184852756521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/115012184852756521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/06/head-of-iraqi-kids-killer-is-dead.html' title='Head of Iraqi kids killer is dead'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114941551546299056</id><published>2006-06-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:05:15.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Iraqi kids</title><content type='html'>When any stranger comes to Iraq and he goes around neighborhoods he is going to see gathered Iraqi kids are watching him, Iraqi kids are curious to know what is going on around them and they are always punctual not miss any fun, for these two reasons Iraqi kids are very lovely, I am going to add some examples that show mentioned reasons above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003 after freedom of Iraq the soldiers of coalition forces saw many kids everywhere in Iraq running toward soldier to play with them and get some candies which soldiers brought for kids and take pictures, everyday morning kids get up and wait in neighborhoods to get candies and have fun with soldiers also some parents bring their sick kids to show them to the doctors in army, sick kids get medicines and other kids get fun and some food that kids like, I am sure every soldier knows what Iraqi kids like from foods.&lt;br /&gt;But… Sometimes doesn’t go good because of the terrorists, when terrorists saw this relationship between Iraqi kids and soldiers they had and have many operations against this relationship, one of many clear examples, terrorists killed more than 10 kids and many injuries among kids in Baghdad in bomb was planted in the place where Iraqi kids were waiting soldiers to play and get some candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beginning of summer in Iraq after schools get shut and whether gets hot, our kids are ready to have fun every kid in Iraq has his own plan for summer, kids in Iraq love to play with each other in neighborhoods at night in summer time, I am sure kids who are near by the rivers or any water resources are playing with water and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I HOPE SAFE SUMMER FOR IRAQI KIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114941551546299056?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114941551546299056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114941551546299056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114941551546299056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114941551546299056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovely-iraqi-kids.html' title='Lovely Iraqi kids'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114830582216300311</id><published>2006-05-22T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T06:50:22.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa'ad</title><content type='html'>Wa’ad is born after three months of his father’s death, Wa'ad lived with his mother but he didn’t know about his father, his married aunt and his married uncle were supporting Wa'ad and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;   Wa'ad is 4 years old his mother died his uncle decided to take Wa'ad to live with his family but his wife didn’t welcome this idea too much, this is the way Wa’ad can stay alive only, his uncle moved Wa’ad to his home and sold Wa’ad’s home stuffs to spend its for Wa’ad when he goes to school but the wife didn’t agree with this, Wa’ad has 3 cousins two girls one boy, everyday morning his uncle leaves home to work and the wife feeds her kids first what it is remained she gives it to Wa’ad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad wishes to sit and has food with his cousins but the wife always tells Wa’ad “ you are dirty and lousy” therefore his cousins repeat what their mother says to Wa’ad; Wa’ad likes his cousins but he hates their mother, this situation continued ……………………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad is six years old it is his school time but he didn’t know about this and his uncle and wife didn’t send him to school, Wa’ad started to fell lonely and nobody cares about him he decided to escape to anywhere which he stays, after three weeks of thinking Wa’ad left home at night directly to the cemetery which his mother’s grave is there he spent that night with his mother’s grave, morning he felt hungry walked to the market until he got some food to eat, he got work with man sells vegetables his name Hassan ( Hassan is 45 years old) Wa’ad helps Hassan to sell vegetables and Hassan gives him money and food, Wa’ad didn’t tell any thing about his life in stead of this he told him he has family and works to support them at end of every day Wa’ad goes to the cemetery to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;One day Wa’ad met kid his name is Rajab (Rajab was in that time 8 years old he also works in vegetable market). Rajab has no family he spends in room with other kids close to market adding for work Rajab steals and cheater, this situation continued……………………………………………..  &lt;br /&gt;Wa’ad is 8 years old, one night people came with coffin to bury it in the cemetery, people discovered Wa’ad; Wa’ad ran away from the cemetery to the market he met Rajab and told every thing Rajab invited him to the room then both of them went to the room, when they entered Wa’ad saw 5 kids in the room, those kids steal and cheat people to live adding for this they are working, Wa’ad didn’t like this but he had no choice and no where to go, Wa’ad decided to join for these kids,&lt;br /&gt;This situation continued ………… and Wa’ad became one of thieves in the city… steals to eat and live, he was caught many times by police and he released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114830582216300311?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114830582216300311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114830582216300311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114830582216300311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114830582216300311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/05/waad.html' title='Wa&apos;ad'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114814488910807548</id><published>2006-05-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:08:09.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children and Rain</title><content type='html'>Iraqi people consider rain biggest bless of God for them, life goes on with rain here, when rain delays or stops for long time specially the beginning of winter and spring time Iraqi kids ask God to send rain, I am going to pass out how Iraqi kids do this who live in north of Iraq and I am sure kids in south do this too but I don’t know the way they do it, also the way depends on each culture existed in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;In this situation Iraqi kids gather round to groups each group does in its neighborhood, it starts with one kid (his age 12-14 has to be boy) he is going to be leader for group; the leader prepares every thing necessary for them, leader bring bags and makes flag and pots, the color of flag depends on cultures, leader’s mother help him to prepare these things and teach him how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;When every thing is prepared leader starts to go out and yell slogans (slogans; ask God and pleasing God to send rain) every kid in neighborhood joins with him to make group and they walk yelling after the leader (kids age 6-14 boys and girls), kids stop in front of each house to collect rice, vegetable oil, Burghul (Burghul is food made of wheat) salt, bread and everything helps them to cook, the people in neighborhood give them what kids want and pray for God to send rain.&lt;br /&gt;When the kids collect enough stuff to make enough food for kids they walk directly to the nearest graveyard to cook and pray for God to send rain, after everything is cooked the leader puts it in small dishes and hands out for kids around him then kids dump the remained on graves to be food for homeless dogs and birds (kids believe after dogs and birds eat this food will pray to send rain).&lt;br /&gt;Finally after they are done kids come back home waiting rain in home when it rains during or after their operation kids became very happy and dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114814488910807548?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114814488910807548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114814488910807548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114814488910807548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114814488910807548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/05/children-and-rain.html' title='Children and Rain'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114459797834637343</id><published>2006-04-09T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:52:58.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned Room !!!</title><content type='html'>Jabbar was born after month of his father’s death, has no brother or sister, his mother decided not to marry just to take care of him, she lived always with dreams that she grow up his son and send to school and he gets graduated from university then he marries, Jabbar lived with his mother and his grandfather, his grandfather has a store sells dishes so he is only support for Jabbar and his mother.&lt;br /&gt;Jabbar is 6 years old now he started his first year in school, teachers are very happy with Jabbar because he is smart.&lt;br /&gt;Next year his grandfather became sick he sold the store and he died it was very sad for Jabbar to lose his grandfather, Jabbar had to quit school and start to work, their situation became very bad because the money he makes it almost enough for food, Jabbar always thinks to find good work to make his mother happy but his mother became sick so their situation became very bad, this situation put him can’t go to work and he can’t quit work he has to stay with his mother and work but this impossible, adding for this he needs to get medicine money for his mother until he got bored of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;One day he told his mother I will go out to look for new work takes short time and more money and if I couldn’t find good work I will steal money to keep you alive at least, mother is laid down on bed can’t talk even, Jabbar left home morning looking for work or steal something but he couldn’t find any thing until became dark, Jabbar decided to go back home in way he heard kid is talking inside abandoned room but he knew this voice this is Ali’s voice he decided to go and see what it is going on, he saw Ali is talking with cell phone he didn’t like his talk, he waited until he is done then he talked to him at first Ali got scared then when Ali saw his friend Jabbar he became happy.&lt;br /&gt;Jabbar said hi to Ali and told him “ what is going on with talks with cell phone and strange words?” Ali answered “ nothing” Jabbar sat down sadness and puzzled is known from his face, Ali told him tell me what are you doing here at night? Jabbar told him what he is looking for and about his sick mother; his friend’s situation affected Ali; Ali told Jabbar “ I am working with group 300$ as salary including food and protection and working time is not important but sometimes is full of dangerous”.&lt;br /&gt;Jabbar told him what is work? But Ali said “ I can’t tell you until I talk with my man”.&lt;br /&gt;While Jabbar and Ali are talking man came into room his face is covered that man surprised when he saw another child with Ali, Ali and that man talked alone then they came back to Jabbar, that man told Jabbar “you come with Ali and start work tomorrow with us”.&lt;br /&gt;It is tomorrow morning Jabbar attended to abandoned room then Ali came and took him to the group, when they entered the building which group stays Jabbar saw weapons and he didn’t like the faces of people who were in that place, one man of took Jabbar to room to give him directions of work, that man told Jabbar “you are going to work for us if you don’t obey us we will kill you and if you leave us we are going to kill you too now you saw everything no way to go back consider your self our slave”, Jabbar didn’t like this at all but he involved himself without knowing where he is, Jabbar realized he is in terrorism group which kills and torture people but his mother’s sickness and group’s threat made him to obey, Jabbar met many other kids who they don’t know what is going on here, which terrorists give to them food and money to use them in their operations.&lt;br /&gt;After two months Jabbar’s mother became good, when she knew what Jabbar doing she became very angry and asked Jabbar to quit working, Jabbar quit working for the group, ten days later Jabbar was found killed in abandoned room  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114459797834637343?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114459797834637343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114459797834637343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114459797834637343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114459797834637343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/04/abandoned-room.html' title='Abandoned Room !!!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114321899832087672</id><published>2006-03-24T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:49:58.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step-mother</title><content type='html'>Kazim was 9 years old, he has one brother his name is Muhsen he was 6 years old and one sister her name is Ikhlas she was 7 years old, they were living with their parents and their grandfather and grandmother were living in next house where they live, every thing was good their father works in the factory he goes to work from 6:00 until 6:00 pm so he has almost no time to take care for kids, their mother was taking care for them, their mother was every thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;Next year their mother became sick and she died it was big loss for kids who they used to live with their mother’s love and care, their father decided to marry, their stepmother started to hate kids and didn’t treat them well, every day morning their stepmother wake them up and force them to work early morning after their father goes to work wash dishes, sweep and clean, one day Kazim refused to obey his stepmother  beat him up, Kazim and his sister and brother ran to his grandfather’s house and told them what she is doing for them their grandmother said wait until your father comes back from work, when their father came their grandmother took them and explained every thing but their father was tired and stepmother said this is untrue she continued that kids beat me up and ran to their grandfather’s house, their father believed his wife and didn’t believe his kids so pain and torture continued on kids, one day stepmother ordered kids to wash her feet but kids refused to do it they tried to run but stepmother caught Muhesn and Ikhlas and put them in room then she started to heat metal stick and  cauterized their back and leg she said if you mention this to your father or any body next time I will kill you and if any one asks you what is this? You are going tell we were playing with fire accidentally burned.&lt;br /&gt;In that day their father came back from work stepmother told that kids made fire and burned some parts in their body, father didn’t care adding for this he punished all kids for making fire.&lt;br /&gt;Kids complaints are increasing day by day but their father doesn’t care, their grandfather and grandmother know but they can’t do any thing to stop it, stepmother started to lessen their food and sometimes keep them without food, she gives one bread for all morning in lunchtime she cooks just for her sometimes she cooks meat and she doesn’t give for kids, when grandmother knew this she cooked meat and took it for kids stepmother said put it here I will feed kids later they aren’t hungry now when grandmother left she threw it out even kids didn’t knew, stepmother didn’t take care with their taking shower, kids became unclean and had lice, for all this kids are afraid to tell any about what happening to them by their stepmother, grandfather bought for kids two chickens, one rooster and one rabbit for kids to play and forget sadness happened by losing their mother and stepmother’s bad treatment, stepmother killed the animals in front of kids and said this will be lesson for you if you don’t obey me I will kill you all, Kazim didn’t bear this and shot her stone on her head and they ran to their grandfather’s house, Kazim told his grandfather how she killed their animals in front of them and they were crying but she didn’t care, grandfather didn’t bear this he took wood stick and beat stepmother up with wood stick, grand father took kids and started to feed them let them to take shower grand mother started to take care of them but at night they go to their home to sleep, their father was angry why grandfather beat his wife up he threatened if this happens for his wife again he will throw kids to streets, kids stared to see food and stay on their bed long time, grandfather bought to them toys and more animals but their grandmother died after two months, grandfather knew if he marries again the terrible things will happen for his grandkids but he married, their step-grandmother didn’t care for kids and she threatened if kids stay here I will leave, grandfather had no choice he sent grandkids back to their home which grandmother waiting for revenge.&lt;br /&gt;One night stepmother decided to take her revenge from kids she dressed black and hid her face and started to wait any one goes to toilet to scare them, little Muhsen went to toilet in that night she appeared with her black dress to scare him, Muhesn got scared very bad and he became crazy, Kazim and Ikhlas decided to obey stepmother until they have some solution for their problem, after four years father became sick left work laying on the bed only, stepmother left them after their father’s sickness, Kazim started to work to support his sick brother and father and his sister, Ikhlas took care of his sick brother and father and doing house work cooking, sweeping and everything. Grandfather put his house in kids’ name, after 3 years their grandfather died Kazim was 17 years old he sold house and opened store for him to support his family, also he took his brother to doctor he became better than first now he is helping his brother in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114321899832087672?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114321899832087672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114321899832087672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114321899832087672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114321899832087672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/03/step-mother.html' title='Step-mother'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114312592404911309</id><published>2006-03-23T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T06:58:44.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family in Iraq</title><content type='html'>Thabit is 11 years old, he lives in his grandfather’s house, and the house has four rooms, one kitchen, one bathroom and two toilets.  Thabit lives with his grandfather, grandmother, his father and mother, 4 sisters, 2 brothers, 2 aunts, one uncle and his wife and 4 cousins, Thabit was going to school but he had to quit because his father needed him to work to support family, his father works at market from 7:00 am to 2:00 pm so Thabit joined him, when they come from work Thabit becomes very hungry he eats with kids in house because first they put food for kids after kids eat family starts to eat.&lt;br /&gt;  After lunch Thabit goes out to play with neighbors’ kids, before sunsets his mother gives him bags and some money and send him to market to buy cheep vegetables because end of day vegetable prices go down, Thabit takes his cousin Ali with him to buy food for tomorrow, Ali is 10 years old lives in same house he is sick has asthma, at night they come home with food, Thabit, his sisters, brothers and cousins start to play in home at night until kids get tired and get sleep, all kids sleep in one room.&lt;br /&gt; Thabit makes some quarrels but he avoids making it when Ali is with him because Ali has asthma and can’t run, Thabit goes to play with many kids and learn jokes to tell his little brothers, sisters and cousins, Friday is holiday they cook meat on Fridays, kids can’t wait Friday to eat meat they wait every Friday at kitchen until meat cooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114312592404911309?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114312592404911309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114312592404911309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114312592404911309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114312592404911309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-in-iraq.html' title='Family in Iraq'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114235505865352386</id><published>2006-03-14T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T08:50:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything at roundbout !!!</title><content type='html'>Abdulrahman was six years old he joined to school it was his first year his father bought him schoolbag and some stationeries, Abdulrahman was very happy with his new schoolbag and going to school, his sister 10 years old her name Sahar, she goes to school too. It is first day of school both of woke up early Abdulrahman’s mother dressed him up and prepared his schoolbag and told Sahar to hold her brother’s hand specially crossing streets, Sahar took his brother holding his hand to school, Abdulrahman was very happy his first time going to school until they arrived at roundabout and stopped waiting traffic police to cross them to other side, Abdulrahman saw one of traffic police came and crossed them up after they crossed up the roundabout Abdulrahman asked her sister who are these guys? Sahar said they are traffic policemen they organize traffic and direct cars.&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman loved their uniforms and he loves cars already so he loved being traffic police.&lt;br /&gt;Abdulrahman every day when hey come from school insists to stay half hour watch traffic police before her sister takes him home, when he did it for first time his mother was very worried why they delayed coming home when they arrived home his mother was waiting in front of home when she saw them coming her face smiled, Abdulrahman’s mother asked them why did they delay coming home? Sahar said Abdulrahman insists standing up and watching traffic policemen at roundabout, Abdulrahman said mom you will go to tailor and tell her to sew for me one of traffic police’s uniform. His mother said I would do it if you quit delaying; Abdulrahman became very happy waiting his small traffic police uniform after this he begs her sister just watch them for five minutes her sister lets him just for five minutes, when teachers ask Abdulrahman what are you going to be in future? He says traffic policeman, teachers even noticed how Abdulrahman is fond with traffic police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day one traffic policeman noticed that one kid every day watches them and wants to touch their hat, that traffic policeman talked with Abdulrahman and Abdulrahman told him how he likes traffic police and asked him to wear his hat, traffic policeman put his hat on Abdulrahman’s head this made Abdulrahman very happy, Abdulrahman and that traffic policeman became friends, when Abdulrahman went home he was trying to tell his mother how he is happy he wore up traffic policeman’s hat but his mother was hiding surprise, his mother said I have some thing for after lunch, Abdulrahman’s happiness made him to forget small uniform for him after lunch her mother brought him small traffic policeman uniform with small hat, Abdulrahman became very happy he immediately dressed it and he started to play with his toy cars and he told his mother how he wore real hat and became friend with one of traffic policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At end of school year he dressed his small uniform to get his result for first year; Sahar took his brother at roundabout traffic policemen saw Abdulrahman with his uniform, Abdulrahman told them I am going to get my scores for this year, traffic policemen said we are waiting you, when he came with his sister, Abdulrahman told traffic policemen I succeeded, traffic policemen became very happy and they bought candies for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Abdulrahman and traffic policemen at roundabout became friends in summer Abdulrahman visits them with his small uniform and comes home he used to spend his times with them, sometimes   Abdulrahman’s cooks food for traffic policemen in that roundabout and Abdulrahman takes it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In next year Abdulrahman’s second year for school, Abdulrahman started to go school but he didn’t quit spending time with traffic policemen, no school on Fridays so Abdulrahman spends his time with them.&lt;br /&gt;One-day terrorists tried to plant bomb on side road close that roundabout but traffic policemen called cops and cops came arrested 2 of terrorists and other 2 ran away and they failed to make explosion, but terrorists knew that traffic policemen informed so they prepared revenge for them.&lt;br /&gt;Traffic policemen at that roundabout took care very well because they knew that terrorists come back for them, terrorists knew that Abdulrahman is friend with them, two of terrorists were waiting Abdulrahman to come at roundabout, when Abdulrahman was going to roundabout two terrorists gave him bomb but they put it in dishes with food to take it t them, when Abdulrahman arrived roundabout he was trying to say two men gave this food to take it for you, the bomb exploded, there were 11 traffic policemen 6 of them died including Abdulrahman and 3 of them injured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114235505865352386?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114235505865352386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114235505865352386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114235505865352386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114235505865352386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-at-roundbout.html' title='Everything at roundbout !!!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-114201750127155577</id><published>2006-03-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T11:05:01.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omer and his brothers are watching cartoons now</title><content type='html'>Muslim is father 6 kids, he lives with his family in rent house, he was making money which enough just for food, clothes and rent. There is no furniture in their house; Muslim couldn’t buy some stuff because he has no saved money, Omer is one of Muslim’s sons 8 years old was playing in neighborhood with other kids one kid came toward them shouting there is cartoons on television every kid ran to home to watch cartoons except Omer stayed alone no kid plays with him he went home sad his mother asked him did you make quarrel? Omer said no every body went home to watch cartoons but me we have no TV, his mother said I will tell your father to buy TV, Omer became happy waiting his father to buy TV to watch cartoons, Muslim knew his kids want television but he felt sad because he is not able to buy it he tried every thing to buy TV but he couldn’t, Muslim was praying for God to give him enough money to buy TV and bring back happiness on his kids face but after 2 months Muslim became sick effected on him too much   and he became  crippled laying on bed only.&lt;br /&gt;His wife started to work instead of him during this time American forces were in Iraq some soldiers were helping some poor guys from their own pocket like if they see wheel chair man in front of them they hand him money from their own salary adding for this as my knowledge soldiers were asking Iraqi people who work with soldiers if they know poor people to give them.In this time one of Iraqi man who was working with soldiers this man always was talking for people about generous and very kind soldier loves to help kids, especially orphan kids this soldier paid 50$ 2 times for Iraqi man who was working with soldiers, in this time Iraqi man was in his way to his home he saw Omer in front of house crying and Omer’s mother tries to comfort him the Iraqi man asked them why is Omer crying? Omer’s mother said we can’t buy TV and he wants to watch cartoons, the Iraqi man said I have 100 $ I will take Omer with me to buy TV, when Omer heard this he ran directly to home to tell his brothers and sisters then Omer and Iraqi man bought TV. Now Omer and his brothers and sisters are watching cartoons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-114201750127155577?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/114201750127155577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=114201750127155577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114201750127155577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/114201750127155577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/03/omer-and-his-brothers-are-watching.html' title='Omer and his brothers are watching cartoons now'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113984877895497424</id><published>2006-02-13T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:39:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWE, EDUCATION, HATRED !!!</title><content type='html'>In former regime time schools were very corrupted and now too, obviously there was teaching but under Ba’athists (Saddam’s men) basics. Basic 1 the headmaster has to be a member in Ba’ath party to control on the type of education that Ba’ath party wants in that region. Basic 2 awe kids from 1st to 4th class to make kids prepared to accept as true the speech in 5th class in organized way. Basic 3 is use basic 3 which is teach pupils every thing bad against and hate west, western people, Israel and fill their minds with Ba’ath thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;All these happen with out make people feel and fill their minds gradually, first class kids are 6 years old usually Arabic lesson teachers take this mission because it is main lesson until 4th class, at fifth class national lesson teachers take the mission and help weak kids in other lessons who shows more keyed up with mission, 6th class almost looks like 5th one, then comes secondary stage from 1st to 3rd (national, geography and history lessons teachers take the mission) if the student don’t get keyed up with them they will fight with his education then student gets failed and take him to army, you will see many smart students failed in third class in secondary stage. For example; I was in 3rd secondary class history teacher was doing this mission but I was only the one in the school aware about this, it is almost 3 months school started and nobody taught us about history all they do history teacher comes and fill our minds with Ba’ath party thoughts and urges us to hate west, western people and Israel with all bad words, I stood up and told him “sir, do you know what’s going in history lesson and we didn’t have any exams until now?” he told me “what are saying? I give you high scores all you have to listen to me,” I told him “do you want the truth I am not interested with all what are you doing and I know what you are doing all these are empty words and untruthful” he told me you will see somewhat at end of this year, at end of year I got failed they gave me 37% in mathematics when mathematics teacher saw my score he surprised told what’s going on you can get easily 90% with out doubt every body knows that, I told him I agree with this because I stood against them and I explained what happened between me and history teacher and how he threatened me and I got what he promised so I have to repeat this year again. Mathematics teacher told please don’t face them they will hurt you are good student and continue studying forget this you are too young, I didn’t take his advise here started my intellectual war against Ba’ath party and who is supporting their evil ideas, just me alone nobody supports me.&lt;br /&gt;Next year headmaster sat with me he told me you have one more year if get failed like last year you will go to army or you obey us and you get succeeded as other students and I have many complaints about teaching students against us, I told him “sir lets make deal I will stop teaching students and you don’t play with my scores but I won’t attend history lesson” he said ok, I succeeded that year.&lt;br /&gt;This was one of thousands examples how they were doing in their missions and this continue until you get graduated from university.&lt;br /&gt;Now still some teachers are doing this but fewer than past and secretly. I ask the new Iraqi government to take care about this to save our kids from crimes, terrorism and evil seeds before rain comes on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113984877895497424?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113984877895497424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113984877895497424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113984877895497424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113984877895497424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/awe-education-hatred.html' title='AWE, EDUCATION, HATRED !!!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113984851264948974</id><published>2006-02-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:35:13.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basma's fate</title><content type='html'>Hassan is greengrocer has small opened store at market father of four kids, Falah is boy and girls are Hassina is 8 years old, Raja’a is 7 years old and Basma is 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt; Falah is 10 years old everyday morning goes with his father to help him to sell vegetables, Falah’s work is just yelling at store for buyers explaining the price of the vegetables and repeat yelling until they are done, yelling at vegetable market is very important makes people known with prices and the price of vegetables in the morning very high and goes down gradually to dark at dark prices become very cheap because they can’t sell it in good price, Falah yells all day and helps his father to take what remained of unsold vegetables to home as food. Falah asks his father some money to buy some chocolate for him and for his sisters. &lt;br /&gt;When they come home Falah’s mother already prepared hot food, Falah comes home back tired and hungry can’t wait to take of his shoes off he goes directly to eat but Basma catches him and tells him “ my chocolate” she gets big share more than her sisters, after Falah is done eating he gets sleeping in eating place his mother carries him to the bed and takes his shoes off.&lt;br /&gt;Hassina and Raja’a go to school when they come back home they help their mother sweeping, do homework and play with Basma.&lt;br /&gt;Basma feels lonely every morning after everybody go she has cat and plays with cat.&lt;br /&gt;One-day terrorists came to Hassan’s house night and they knocked door, Hassan opened the door and saw two men he didn’t know any one of them they said we are here in important mission we want to talk to you, Hassan said ok come in when they entered one of them said don’t ask who we are and we want to use your house to fight coalition forces or use it to hide hostages.&lt;br /&gt;When Hassan heard what they are saying he leave my house and don’t come again never. Two terrorists told him if you don’t agree you will blame yourself what happens for your family then they left.&lt;br /&gt;Hasan didn’t tell his wife what happened last night when he went to work he founded his store is destroyed by terrorists………. Immediately: he went back home to see his family his family was good he told his wife what happened last night and morning, Hassan said if they come tonight we will leave we have no choice, Hassan stayed at home that day but terrorists launched mortars on his house afternoon, just one mortar got his house they didn’t get injured and some small damages in house. Neighbors came to his house Hassan explained everything happened between him and terrorists, neighbors told him to leave his house but Hassan that is it the threat and it is over they destroyed my store and mortars on my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hassan thought everything is over and they won’t come back again but at night terrorists came and killed Hassan and his wife on bed by shooting and terrorists killed Falah, Hassina and Raja’a stabbing and they cut Basma’a’s head and they threw it in front of house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113984851264948974?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113984851264948974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113984851264948974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113984851264948974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113984851264948974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/basmas-fate.html' title='Basma&apos;s fate'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113951494470917543</id><published>2006-02-09T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:55:44.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For two white puppies</title><content type='html'>Qasim and Salem are friends they are living in same neighborhood, Qasim is 10 years old and Salem 9 years old both of them have family. They wake up early morning to play with dogs secretly because their families don’t allow playing with dogs, every kid in the neighborhood has dog and take care with dogs out of their houses in abandoned houses because their families don’t allow to bring dogs in house but about Qasim and Salem, their families don’t allow to touch dogs at all, every dog in the neighborhood has name and belongs to kid nobody can take somebody’s dog because many fights occur because of dogs or puppies among kids.&lt;br /&gt;Every day Qasim and Salem wait longingly early morning to go play with some ownerless dogs, “why don’t we own and take care with them secretly in the neighborhood?” Salem said to Qasim,&lt;br /&gt;“But how my father promised won’t allow me to play with you if he hears we are playing with dogs” Qasim responded to Salem, “ I have an idea we get dogs and put with Amirs’ dogs if somebody asks us we are going to tell belong to Amir” Salem said to Qasim.&lt;br /&gt;Qasim agreed with Salem’s idea and both of them went directly to see Amir; Amir is kid 9 years old lives in the neighborhood has dogs too.&lt;br /&gt;Amir agreed to put dogs or puppies if they bring with his dogs and keep it secret and share his dog’s food too. Qasim and Salem became very very happy, Qasim was thinking how to get good dogs his mother and father noticed the happiness on his face they said he won’t be happy if he didn’t play with dogs today “ Qasim, Qasim, I am sure you played with dogs” father said to Qasim, but Qasim deposed he didn’t touch dogs, “if you play with dogs you will be sick” father said to Qasim, Qasim said I know but he hid playing with dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Qasim and Salem every night pray for God and ask God to their families allow them to own dogs, next morning Salem and Qasim were thinking to how choose good dogs, “Qasim, I think if we get two white puppies one for you and one for me” Salem said to Qasim, Qasim said yes two white puppies but how we get? Salem said I already planned for this do you know next neighborhood they have good white puppies born 20 days ago we will go steal two when sun sets, Qasim said good idea we will wait till that.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them knew the kids in the next neighborhood are bad if get caught they will be tortured by kids in next neighborhood but they didn’t care about this.&lt;br /&gt;Sun started to set Qasim and Salem went to the next neighborhood walking and hiding until arrived there, they saw kids gathered in front of dogs house and they are intending to go home to have dinner, Qasim and Salem remained watching them until every body leaves but kids left one of them to guard until they come back Qasim said what is that, Salem said he will go home too, suddenly the guarding kid left dogs toward his home Salem said “Yalla” to Qasim but Qasim said wait until kid goes in home, Salem said you stay here watch me if any one comes yell to me but Qasim refused to stay watching  both of them went to get puppies but the guarding kid just went to drink water when he came back saw two kids and dogs are howling he yelled to his friends “ dogs are in danger  dogs are in danger” Qasim and Salem saw kids are coming from every they look like ants too many, Qasim said hurry up and get puppy Qasim got one white puppy and Salem too and started to run away but kids chased them and caught Salem and Qasim ran with puppy and put it with Amir's dogs and came to wait Salem but he didn’t know Salem is caught, two hours later and Salem didn’t show up Qasim can’t go in home and can’t go back to the next neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt; Salem’s mother saw Qasim is sitting alone and said it is abnormal you are alone where is Salem? Qasim said I don’t know, she said you know but hiding some thing she went to see Qasim’s mother, Qasim’s mother said if you don’t tell us where is Salem I will punish you.&lt;br /&gt;Qasim said we went to steal dogs from next neighborhood and I think kids caught him; Salem’s mother hurried up and took her husband to look for Salem in the next neighborhood, they saw Salem is tightened on wood post by kids and kids are torturing him to confess where is the other puppy and who is the other kid and slopped kerosene on him to burn him after they get other puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Salem’s family yelled to kids and stopped them to burn him and took him to hospital, Salem became good but not allowed him to play with Qasim.&lt;br /&gt;Qasim took that puppy back and got punishment by his family two months stay home and can’t play with Salem.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 months every thing became normal Qasim and Salem play together and told other kids how they went to steal dogs from next neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113951494470917543?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113951494470917543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113951494470917543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113951494470917543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113951494470917543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-two-white-puppies.html' title='For two white puppies'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113932754216561753</id><published>2006-02-07T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T07:55:15.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About AbdulHussein</title><content type='html'>AbdulHussein is 8 years old lives with his family in old house, his father died before his borne so he is last kid in family and first boy because he has four older sister, the hard part here is they are living in environment which doesn’t allow working for women, people in that town see it is shame for women to work, AbdulHussein’s mother couldn’t work at market with men she had to find work with women but women don’t work so she worked helper for women during begetting new babies, she gets money for every new coming kid in the town. If the coming kid was boy she gets good money, food, gifts and sometimes sheep. If the coming kid was girl she gets normal money and sometimes no money and she get kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AbdulHussein’s mother bought 7 chickens for AbdulHussein to take care for chickens, AbdulHussein was very happy every day AbdulHussein feeds chickens and built small house for chickens,&lt;br /&gt;AbdulHussein started to work at market to help his family, he goes to shops and takes their trash to the trash place and get 250 Iraqi Dinars (250 equals 15 American cent) for every shop, some times he brings tea cups from café to the shops and take it back.&lt;br /&gt;AbdulHussein bought a rooster for his chickens he was very happy in that day he loved his rooster, Fridays all shops are shut down, AbdulHussein spends Fridays with his chickens and with his family,&lt;br /&gt;AbdulHussein prays five times a day as other Muslims the times of prayers are (dawn time, noon time, afternoon time, sunset’s time and after sunset’s time).&lt;br /&gt;Especially Fridays AbdulHussein’s mother cooks best food because it is holiday and AbdulHussein plays with his sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113932754216561753?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113932754216561753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113932754216561753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113932754216561753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113932754216561753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/about-abdulhussein.html' title='About AbdulHussein'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113907623761160167</id><published>2006-02-04T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T10:03:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>close to Ali'akbar</title><content type='html'>Ali’akbar is 10 years old lives with his family in rent house, Fatima his sister 6 years old goes to the school. Ali’akbar has 3 older brothers and 1another older sister, everybody in family are working, Ali’akbar don’t go to school because he has to work to support his family, Ali’akbar has two buckets his mother cooks broad-bean and put it in his buckets Ali’akbar goes to sell in front of the school for kids.&lt;br /&gt;Every day Ali’akbar wakes up at 7:30 am goes to sell cooked broad bean for school kids until 12:30 pm, but is not easy, he gets in trouble by teachers who don’t allow him to sell.&lt;br /&gt;Fatima gets up early with his brother to be first one eats hot broad bean they get prepared and go to school Fatima goes to school and Ali’akbar stays out of school to sell, when they done Ali’akbar brings his sister back to home to get lunch their mother and older sister prepare food first they come before any thing else Fatima says “mom what did you cook for lunch?” older sister helps Fatima to change her school clothes and put food to them to eat after lunch Ali’akbar takes Fatima to the market to buy broad bean and buy candies . When they come back home Ali’akbar goes out of home to play with other kids older sister helps Fatima to do home work, Friday is holiday no schools Fatima and Ali’akbar spend playing no work, no school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113907623761160167?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113907623761160167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113907623761160167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113907623761160167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113907623761160167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/close-to-aliakbar.html' title='close to Ali&apos;akbar'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113889926684958230</id><published>2006-02-02T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:54:26.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He just has chair</title><content type='html'>Muhammad is paralytic man has wheel chair father of three kids; his kids are Ahmed, Sabria and Hamdia. Ahmed is 4 years old, Sabria is 8 yaers old and Hamdia is 5 years they are smart and cute. Last year their mother was pregnant every body were happy in family expecting new baby but she died with her baby because terrorists blow up car in the city close to their house it was heavy and big explosion so she got effected from that explosion both of mother and baby died, it was really sad because their poor father can’t take care with remained kids because he can’t move his legs are paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although of his paralysis every thing was getting normal he never cared about him self after he had kids with his wheel chair was working, he has wooden bench in the market sells and fixes lighters.&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad knew that terrorism became most dangerous from any time so he started to talk against terrorists and condemns their entire actions, terrorists warned him to stop talking against them and Muhammad didn’t care about threats continued teaching people truth about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ahmed and Hamdia were going to buy candy when they tried to cross road 2 young terrorists came and threw hand grenade on them and ran away, Ahmed and Hamdia got wounded; Ahmed lost single leg and Hamdia has many burned parts on her body specially in her face.&lt;br /&gt;But Muhammad didn’t stop talking against terrorism after that he went to mosque and talked against them, the Imam of the mosque called terrorists by phone and asked terrorists to kill him when Muhammad left mosque terrorists killed him in front of the mosque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113889926684958230?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113889926684958230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113889926684958230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113889926684958230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113889926684958230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-just-has-chair.html' title='He just has chair'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113743013609569245</id><published>2006-01-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:48:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Folksy Games</title><content type='html'>Iraqi girls kids have many things to play if you ask any girl kid in Iraq about folksy songs you will see every girl know many songs, so how do they know these songs? Every girl learns from other girl specially summer nights little girls gather they sit making circle and sing or each other holds their hands making circle turning around and sing. Some times one of them sits in middle of circle and turn around the one in the middle at end every girl goes back home. Where did come these songs? There are many ways, as you know we have many nationalities in Iraq that creates different traditions so one way comes from tradition second way comes from some people publishes in small books most of publishers are from Baghdad, Basra, Mosul and Dehuk. Some teachers buy these books and teach songs all songs will be known all over Iraq. Also they draw big rectangle divided into five rectangles on the ground and small stone they hit with their single foot can’t use their two feet and hit the stone if stone went out of big rectangle, stone stopped on any line, stone passed next rectangle, some one stepped on any line or used both feet will be lost for that girl. This continue until one of them finishes 5 rectangles if any one finishes 5 rectangles she has right to occupy any one of rectangles she chooses, if she occupied one of rectangle has right to use both of feet, how many girls can play five rectangles? Only two girls, how do they start it? They write numbers on every single rectangle 1 to 5 and two girls stand out of big rectangle close to number 1 and throw stone to the fifth rectangle the one will play first whose stone stands in fifth one if both of two girls stone stand on the fifth they try again and again until start one of them then one who has right to start stands out of big rectangle close to number one and throw it to first rectangle then jumps inside rectangle in single foot and hit stone to the second rectangle then jump to the second like until finish fifth one then stands out of big rectangle throw it to the second like that until finish five times after that has right to occupy one rectangle if finished two times has right to occupy two etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113743013609569245?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113743013609569245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113743013609569245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113743013609569245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113743013609569245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-folksy-games.html' title='About Folksy Games'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113734515604936272</id><published>2006-01-15T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:12:36.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Halima</title><content type='html'>Selma and his sister Halima were living in old house with their father, mother and grandmother when Selma was 6 years old and Halima was 4 years old. Father was mute (can’t talk) he was working pulling band wagon to transfer stuff in the market he comes back around 7 pm to home every day Selma and Halima like to ride band wagon their father pull it. They are very poor and they don’t have relatives in the city. Selma goes to school but Halima cries every morning she wants to go to school but her age is not enough to join school, she doesn’t want to leave her sister she likes her too much.&lt;br /&gt;Two girls play (5 stones) it is play for children collect 5 round stones and play in one hand specially girls play it some times young girls too. Halima has small hands so she can’t overcome her sister but their mother always tells Selma to let Halima overcome her to be happy. When Halima overcomes her sister in 5 STONES she becomes very happy goes to tell her grandmother “ I overcame I overcame Selma” she tells her mother sometimes she goes to neighbors, neighbors know her she is lovely girl they congratulate her, Halima can’t wait her father to tell him. Halima collects papers to play with it she likes school but she doesn’t know too much about it. Halima waits every day 11 am in front of house her sister to come back from school to carry her school bag “ Selma always says it is heavy for you but she insists to carry it “. Halima does same thing at 7 pm for her father.&lt;br /&gt;When Halima doesn’t find any one to play with she sets beside her grandmother and her grandmother starts to tell stories every new story she hears from her grand mother she goes immediately to tell neighbors kids about that story. Halima likes ice cream too much but her parents don’t allow her because she gets sick, one day she followed her sister to the school nobody in her family knew about that but she lost her sister and lost how to go back home she started to cry there was old woman walking and saw little girl crying old woman too her to home and gave food and candy she quit crying, old woman said “tell me hat is your name?” she said “Halima” old woman said who’s daughter? Halima said my father’s and my mother’s daughter old woman said what are their names? She said my father’s name is father old woman knew little girl is lost and doesn’t know any thing. Halima told old woman she was following her sister to the school her sister’s name Selma.&lt;br /&gt;Old woman took her to school to find her sister, they found her sister headmaster said she can stay until you go home and take her with you. When they went back to home they found their grand mother and mother are looking for Halima they became very happy when saw Halima.&lt;br /&gt;But funny days for Halima didn’t continue her mother died in begetting new baby, next year his father found killed nobody knew who killed him, after Saddam’s regime fallen terrorists came to the city. One day Halima was setting with her grandmother in front of house terrorists came and killed her grandmother nobody knew why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113734515604936272?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113734515604936272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113734515604936272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113734515604936272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113734515604936272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/01/lovely-halima.html' title='Lovely Halima'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113656811727031496</id><published>2006-01-06T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T09:21:57.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMALL CAVE</title><content type='html'>Lokman is kid 11 years old he has 8 brothers and two sisters, he is living with his family in their own house they have small valley in front of their house and there is small cave in the valley, Lokman uses that cave for his dogs he brings any homeless dog he sees to take care to them he has many dogs then if any one needs dogs he gives them but people here likes puppies to take care grow up them to use the guarding, shepherd dogs and pets. Lokman built small bulkhead in front of small cave to protect dogs from flood in the winter because it rains too much in the winter. Lokman’s family situation is not good enough so every one works together to provide living money.&lt;br /&gt; Lokman has donkey pulls a cart Lokman works on it to transfer vegetables from farms to the market and any thing to transfer with his donkey pulls a cart.&lt;br /&gt; Every day 7 AM he takes his donkey and wait work in the market and comes back home 4PM to play and take care on his dogs and play with other kids other kids love Lokman and every one has a dog Lokman gave them, kids around Lokman help him to look after the dogs. Lokman walks more than four kilometers to bring food to his dogs from out of the town there are growing up chickens in big houses and they throw dead chickens away Lokman puts dead chickens in big bags and takes it to his dogs, he has no other way to feed those dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Bad kids come to beat and hurt animals they know Lokman loves and takes care of the dogs so they attack small cave to torture dogs, Lokman knows this and he knows head of this group named Hamido, (Hamido is nickname for kid his real name Husam) Husam is bad kid, more than 6 kids follow him. Hamido’s group goes to market to steel stuff so every body hates them, Lokman very careful from this group, one night Lokman’s father was accounting his boys in beds because every night Lokman’s father accounts his sons on bed before he sleeps in that night he found just 8 boys one missed he asked Lokman’s mother we have one kid missed, Mother said lets see who is missed they knew Lokman is the one who is missed, Mother said lets go and check small cave they found him hugged small puppy and sleeping, Lokman’s father carried him with small puppy and took him to his bed, Lokman and his small puppy slept in warm bed till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day Lokman was waiting work at market saw one of his friends running toward him (gasping) his friend told him Hamido’s group is walking around small cave when Lokman heard this went to the small cave directly, he found them intending to attack dogs there happened big fight between Lokman and Hamido’s group Lokman didn’t know they prepared for him and for his dogs during the fight Lokman was crying and shouting two of Hamido’s kids attacked small cave they took two puppies to kill them when Lokman saw this he attacked two kids to save two puppies but they were more than 9 kids ( nobody were at Lokman’s house because they were at work Hamido planned for this ) they prevent him to save two puppies in this time other kids and people arrived to the  fighting location to save Lokman but before this Hamido stabbed Lokman and two kids killed two puppies when help came to Lokman bad kids ran away , people took Lokman to the hospital to recover his injury.&lt;br /&gt;Whole his family came to the hospital; Hamido went to the jail for two years. After six months Lokman became well and he continued his life and Hamido never came back to attack dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113656811727031496?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113656811727031496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113656811727031496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113656811727031496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113656811727031496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2006/01/small-cave.html' title='SMALL CAVE'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113534868716137049</id><published>2005-12-23T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T06:38:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of Adel's family</title><content type='html'>Guy was one of best Iraqi police officers he had family one day but he was accused in 19885 by former regime in taking part with antiBa’ath group (AntiBa’athists is a group they were trying to take over the command in Iraq) but he had no relation with what he was accused, he was taken and got shot by Ba’athist in middle of people to be lesson to any one thinks to be against Ba’athists, however he became a sample for others, he left his wife with 5 children 2 boys and 3 girls, government seized every thing they have they lost even the glass for drink water, 2 girls and one boy were kicked out of the school because of their father , They started living in abandoned old broken house, boy and his mother started working in selling bread and cook some food for money to pay for food and medicine until they rented small house in the city, after that, government knew the family came back city so they cut electricity and running water from them, they lived in dark ( I want to explain for readers ; may be some body would say what about other people around these poor people in this situation no body can help them because former regime was arresting any one has relation with who was accused by regime) they were taking water from wells in the city , life became very hard for them but they faced it fighting to stay a life, whole family worked together to get out of this bereavement they had it by former regime with out reason. Boy’s name is Adel; Adel begun working selling cigarettes on the streets but he was chased by municipal officers after Ba’ath members informed municipal office. He didn’t care about the heat of summer and rain of winter he was 15 years old, he became sick because of that he stayed on the bed 3 years but his family continued working, Adel’s younger brother is Hisham was 11 years old started working in selling cigarettes on the streets too but he got same problem by municipal officers but Hisham was stronger than his brother he made many quarrels he got many punishments by police for his quarrels, when gets arrested they break his wood bench and seize his cigarettes and he gets beaten and cut his hair and tear his old clothes (I saw him many times his hair cut). Some times policemen take him from his working place to make fun of him and laugh on him. Hisham didn’t care with all this he continued working, every Friday he has been taken by police and with other kids to clean police station sweep and wash etc. he started giving 500 Iraqi Dinars for municipal officers just for leave him to sell cigarette on the streets after this no policeman and no municipal officer disturbed him, Hisham and his family continued working and be patient for all these bereavements.&lt;br /&gt; Hisham was waiting until dark every day to get vegetables from vegetable sellers because in the night they throw old vegetable he collects the well of vegetables to bring it home. He was getting candies and dolls for his younger sisters but he was going to work with out shoes, after three years his elder became good and joined him to work so they started defeat the bereavement together and work, grow up collect money until they bought small house they couldn’t record down the house in their name because of rules against but they lived in it as their own house, at end they became free after freedom of Iraq from Ba’athists and Saddam they lived together happy and continued working to repair some things in their new house, now they live very happy and in safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113534868716137049?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113534868716137049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113534868716137049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113534868716137049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113534868716137049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/12/tale-of-adels-family.html' title='Tale of Adel&apos;s family'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113508453111368022</id><published>2005-12-20T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:15:31.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamal's story</title><content type='html'>I am passing out all real stories for you, in spite of hiding by Iraqi former regime or some groups but as you know truth appears every time.&lt;br /&gt;Jamal had family one day as others in this world but his father died when he was 11 years old and he has one younger brother 2 years old and two sisters with blind mother and no other money resources, it was really hard point when their father died, but Jamal didn’t give up fighting this life to support his family, he left school and started to work.&lt;br /&gt;When he became 18 years old former regime took him to the army but he refused it here started his problems with former regime, former regime accounted him traitor because his escape from army after he escaped from army he worked hiding from government. Government announced execution decision in his right so he was working in secret afraid if some one know his place and inform about him, His younger brother started working too with some help from other people, searching their house looking for him at night continued many years. Former regime made the life like the hell for his family disturbing and questioning but with all this Jamal refused to listen to the regime he continued his way working to support his poor family after 4 years regime made another decision in his right (he has two choices: first he comes and continue his army obligation system and 2 years in jail: second his mother will be executed in stead of him).&lt;br /&gt;Jamal acquiesced for first one to save his old blind mother he knew former regime has no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;After he completed five years two years in torture jail and three years in army after that he got (question mark) (?). We call that in Iraq if some body has some bad actions against former regime that means he has little rights and stays under watch forever and entire his family cannot work in government facilities.&lt;br /&gt;However Jamal didn’t care for all that he continued working to support his family and collect some money to marry.&lt;br /&gt;When Saddam’s regime was fallen he was very happy he became free but this didn’t continue for long time, terrorists killed him after torturing him because he was against the terrorists and their actions. He couldn’t even marry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113508453111368022?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113508453111368022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113508453111368022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113508453111368022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113508453111368022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/12/jamals-story.html' title='Jamal&apos;s story'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113465866042856526</id><published>2005-12-15T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T06:58:45.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story from Nineveh</title><content type='html'>Ayad and Jasim are brothers their father were killed by Saddam's men when they were kids and, every thing they have were seized by Saddam's regime ,Ayad and Jasim lived with their mother in old rent house they started to work when they were 7 years old together with band wagon to make money and stay alife they were prevented from food from Oil-for -food by government so they lost every thing but all these didn't matter them but they started fighting for living some days whole family stays hungry because of lack of work .&lt;br /&gt;they couldn't go to school and to get educated, they don't know reading and writing they were getting cheated many times in account of work . Ba'athists were watching and put them many times in trouble with out reason because of their father .( their father refused to join Saddam's army that is it ).&lt;br /&gt;but they continued to fight this life , After they became 16 years old ,Two orphan poor what can do more than getting some food and money but ba'athists accused them with cooprating with enemy and started investigation put them in jail and leave their life continued like this untill 9 April 2003 ,they thought they became free I witness after 9April 2003 lived comfortable but this didn't continue for long time because after May 2004 terrorists groups invaded Ninveh with big account of men they were by Zarqawi's group .&lt;br /&gt;After Saddam's regime down they took their own house wich was seized from Ba'athists .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113465866042856526?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113465866042856526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113465866042856526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113465866042856526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113465866042856526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/12/story-from-nineveh.html' title='Story from Nineveh'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113405517548882079</id><published>2005-12-08T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T07:19:35.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell  the diffrence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/04[1].2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/04%5B1%5D.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I explained enough for you the situation in Iraq and to make you understand easily , because I saw in some comments some people may be hidding or don't know yet what is going on here . what is the differnece between Saddam and Hitler ? Are not both of them killing their own people for no reason of course they created some reason for kill but this is fool to believe . Both of them were threatening other countries , neighbour and peace . However Hitler was treated by foreces and people , peace &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/image006[1].2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/image006%5B1%5D.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/005910[1].3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/005910%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were saved . so Saddam was going in same way of course his end will be Hitler's end this is became very common in these days but we have problem here in Saddam's end (WITH ALL SADDAM'S CRIMES AND I WILL PASS OUT MORE REAL STORIES FOR YOU ) almost all forces in the world stood against Hitler . The proble is we have many people and many Arabic governments are standing with Saddam . The reason some of them were getting benifets , some of them are thirsty for blood , crime and violence and some of them worship Saddam .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention the number of people because you are going to surprise .&lt;br /&gt;How do we solve second Hitler (Saddam) adding for these terrorists stood with him ? all of these I mentioned it became weight in against this solution adding there some media ( TV CHANNELLS) still support this group .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113405517548882079?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113405517548882079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113405517548882079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113405517548882079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113405517548882079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/12/tell-diffrence.html' title='Tell  the diffrence?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113302024962987865</id><published>2005-11-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T07:50:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things behind eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/r3095359628[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/r3095359628%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted many real stories that shows how kids get hurt directly by the situation they are at it, Now I want to explain how kids get hurt indirectly. May be kids don’t know that and some people think it is for some thing else but I tell no it is same target against Iraqi kids when be against our kids it will be against us, Here is some of it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/capt.bag10711261148.iraq_suicide_bomber_bag107[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/capt.bag10711261148.iraq_suicide_bomber_bag107%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with beginning in 80’s most of our oil resource money was going to weapons and building palaces instead of going to our kids correctly. Kids were suffering, wars were on, and government family members were playing with money. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/capt.bag10411261051.iraq_car_bomb_bag104[1].2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/capt.bag10411261051.iraq_car_bomb_bag104%5B1%5D.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1985 Iraqi government allocated money for Arabic poets were coming from Arabic homeland countries to tell some words and get bunch of money even they don’t deserve it from “&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DADDY SADDAM&lt;/span&gt; “ at that time while Iraqi people were forced fighting in the war which made many orphan kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1992 the same things were going on but we have addition for all those things, Saddam was giving 50000$ for every Palestinian if he does suicidal operation at Palestine against Israelis while our kids were suffering with all life elements and Iraqi people weren’t finding work to live and Arabs from Arabhomeland countries have fun in Baghdad, Iraqi student had to leave universities because of hard life and foreign Arabs provided money by Iraqi regime and free education for them. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/capt.bag10611261142.iraq_suicide_bomber_bag106[1].1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/capt.bag10611261142.iraq_suicide_bomber_bag106%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need drugs for our kids and medical care but terrorists every day are blowing up school, hospital, oil pipe and infrastructures that our kids need it to rebuild their life with out violence. Guess how much we lose with all these?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113302024962987865?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113302024962987865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113302024962987865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113302024962987865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113302024962987865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-behind-eyes.html' title='Things behind eyes'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113285300138721104</id><published>2005-11-24T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:23:21.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's result by TERRORISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/story.bomb.thu.ap[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/story.bomb.thu.ap%5B1%5D.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHAT ELSE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/2005_11_24t065241_450x356_us_iraq_bomb[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/2005_11_24t065241_450x356_us_iraq_bomb%5B1%5D.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/story.girl.crying.ap[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/story.girl.crying.ap%5B1%5D.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDS ....&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES NOT LAUGH THIS KID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAHMODIYA HOSPITAL IN BAGHDAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICTURES BY NEWS SITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113285300138721104?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113285300138721104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113285300138721104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113285300138721104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113285300138721104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/todays-result-by-terrorism.html' title='Today&apos;s result by TERRORISM'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113258658350442024</id><published>2005-11-21T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:23:03.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages of our good life 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iraqi fathers almost are responsible for every thing beside mothers to help kids to grow up, Father plays with kids, buys toys and tells stories too. Kids don’t see their father as much as they see mother ids always miss their father because early morning father leaves home going to work end of that day kids wait in front of door to see their father because the first kid sees him will give him chocolate or some thing like that other kids get their share too but he gets first so kids always keep waiting. Sometimes kids get bored when their father delays coming home because of hard work, Kids sleep and father leaves home to work next morning kids continue this.&lt;br /&gt;Boys like to play with cars, bikes, ball, small crystal balls, football players pictures, making something from clay, and collecting rare things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girls like to play with dolls and make small houses, small dishes, cooking stuff, small colored beads, drawing squares on the ground playing on it we call it here first and second, rope and songs with other girls by making circles and singing we have many of these songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113258658350442024?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113258658350442024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113258658350442024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113258658350442024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113258658350442024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/pages-of-our-good-life-2.html' title='Pages of our good life 2'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113223529029666100</id><published>2005-11-17T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T05:26:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Luck or Terror's monstrous(savage) ?</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you this story behalf two kids ,It is small story but they had very hard situation . Year 2004 .&lt;br /&gt;Ali and Jasim are brothers , Ali is 9 years old , Jasim 8 years old , they are not orphans living in their owen house as normal people in Iraq . One they both of them became sick so their mother decided to take them to the hospital but their sickness was not too bad , it was cold or some thing like that . When they arrived to the hospital they left the car walking down into hospital in same time Iraqi army was chasing 4 terrorists in and around the city, So terrorists went to the hospital and Iraqi army after them but Iraqi army almost surrounded the hospital ( this situation is full of shooting each other but Iraqi Army is careful because of existed people ) .&lt;br /&gt;However two of terrorists ran away , remained two of them they arrived to the gate of hospital this is the point met Ali ,Jasim and their mother hiding behind the wall after hearing shooting to protect their selves because they didn't know what was going on . ( terrorists wre wearing explosive material&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOWING BELT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" and Iraqi army knows this so became very careful) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Iraqi army wants to capture them , at gate two terrorists and Ali ,Jasim and mother behind the wall wich very close to the gat in front of gate Iraqi army surrounded every where back the hospital and in the hospital Iraqi army too .&lt;br /&gt;Two terrorists saw there is no way they will be captured by Iraqi army they saw they Ali's family behind the wall on of them lifted two kids every kid in single hand they threatening to kill those kids if didn't leave us to leave the city , Ali's mother is crying begging but nothing but they were kicking her to every part in her body she fell down till she swooned , they took two kids walking to their car after Iraqi army saw their monstrous action to save two kids. ( the situation was so hard save two kids, save the hospital and capture them).&lt;br /&gt;Two terrorists left the hospital after Iraqi army let them and didn't chase them to save two kids , two terrorists threw two kids out of car when they left city .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113223529029666100?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113223529029666100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113223529029666100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113223529029666100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113223529029666100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/lack-of-luck-or-terrors.html' title='Lack of Luck or Terror&apos;s monstrous(savage) ?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113197949288830738</id><published>2005-11-14T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:44:52.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages of our good days</title><content type='html'>Although whole violence that we had and we have it I can't hide we had good days and calm days as I promised you to tell truth . I said in pervious post to provide you with real stories and these kind of stories are part of our life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As normal Iraqis, most of Iraqi people consist of families , These families usualy consist of  kids , mother and father as other families in the world . perantes do their best to raise kids and help them in the life , No doubt they love their kids too much because they sacrifice their happiness to help kids and prefer working hard to get food and stationery for kids . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;still the poorest parents very happy when they produce new baby they don't care how the situations are because they trust God will help them .  Pernets assure very well to keep their kids be polite and safe to be apart of this society . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After becoming an Iraqi mother means great thing and becoming very kind and lovely .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iraqi mother does tell kids stories to their kids these stories are very nice remain in their kids mind to tell it to their kids and never die these stories wich are full of humanity , love , love animals and love other people . It is almost looks each mother school prepares to good and peace life , For example mothers always warn their kids  from fighting other kids .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iraqi mother makes toys for their kids and cooks cakes , does candies  then invites nighbour's kids to gather these kids together to love each other and play with each other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If one of the kids became sick you are going to see Iraqi mother woken watching her kid all night .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I know every mother in world is same as Iraqi mother and my full respect and love for every mother in this world . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;NOTE : I will continue "pages of our good days " stories like that and with other stories wich I promised  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;                                                                               be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113197949288830738?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113197949288830738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113197949288830738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113197949288830738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113197949288830738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/11/pages-of-our-good-days.html' title='Pages of our good days'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-113059525748671219</id><published>2005-10-29T05:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T07:14:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same thing in different times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/2038[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/2038%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraqi kids have been tool for all these wars that Iraq had it and still have it . I will give you real examples that I saw it and see it . The war on the 1991 I raqi government hid some weapons and military truks at schools this continued in some schools till 1996 . I remember that days very well but I wasn't understanding what was going on exactly .&lt;br /&gt;Now has no big difference than past the last war 2003 same government was hiding rockets at some hospitals .&lt;br /&gt;The terror in the Iraq are using Iraqi kis' weaknes and ignorance and using them in their terrorism oprations , I have real stories how s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/camera-4[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/camera-4%5B1%5D.0.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome kids were used by terrorists and I will post it in my coming posts . poor kids are ready to do every thing for some candy , Imagine putting bomb bag and giving it to the kid to take it to the opration area may be it is hard to belive it but if check very well you will find more than this . Using kid to kill as prepring those kids soldiers for them there is more than this but leave you guys to check and find it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-113059525748671219?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/113059525748671219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=113059525748671219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113059525748671219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/113059525748671219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/same-thing-in-different-ti_113059525748671219.html' title='Same thing in different times'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112990420399306657</id><published>2005-10-21T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:16:44.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back the stolen happiness to the Iraqi kids , Lets &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/julay_15_children-1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/julay_15_children-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;return nice smiles to their small lips .&lt;br /&gt;These wars and violence took every thing from them and left them to the streets , looking on trash , homeless , fatherless . I know we can't get back every thing perefect to them because some of them lost their families but we can compensate big part in their life , seeing them at schools means one step for their happiness .&lt;br /&gt;Violence is harvesting our kids souls, organs , fathers , life and society for 40 years and still going on. I am not politician but I am living here always painful truth . Saddam made a million kid orphan in 8 years fighting Iran . Some times I read stories and watch movies I see some body had kind of event with violence when he was kid and he live all life , Now look at to Iraq kids their life full of events . They are living it . Saddam is captured now but his crimes didn't end still are cutting heads on streets and still kids become orphans . I will not account these guys Iraqis who are always their hands in Iraqi blood . what kind of big crime is it? wich dont leave anybody with out hurt in this country . I don't know it is funny or painful or shame to see some Iraqis on the streets with Saddams's pics supporting him , those Iraqis took part with Saddam's crime against Iraqi people when Saddam was on the rule.... yes I am witness for this .&lt;br /&gt;Now adding for this Arab countries are sending thousands of fighters to kill our loyal people and kill kids on the streets .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112990420399306657?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112990420399306657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112990420399306657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112990420399306657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112990420399306657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/stolen.html' title='Stolen ?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112981413830946468</id><published>2005-10-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:15:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets increase the number of students.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/ALAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/ALAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112981413830946468?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112981413830946468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112981413830946468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112981413830946468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112981413830946468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-increase-number-of-students.html' title='Lets increase the number of students.'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112972927956718270</id><published>2005-10-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:41:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING FOR WHO ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/saroookh[1]1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/saroookh%5B1%5D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112972927956718270?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112972927956718270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112972927956718270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112972927956718270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112972927956718270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/waiting-for-who.html' title='WAITING FOR WHO ???'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112912370639383907</id><published>2005-10-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T06:28:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGOTTEN NATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/03-01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/03-01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Yezidi people one of important Iraqi nation , they live in north of Iraq with other Iraqi nations and they live in villages and small cities , As Yezidi nation was forgotten and still is for new government . Ask every one who visited SinJar one of Iraqi city in north west of Iraq ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every5 villages have one school without any condition . each school has no more than 4 teachers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Winter is big problem with unpaved roads almost no move in these villages , if any kid gets sick they have to wait or takes long time to get him to nearst clinic. Many villages are poor for running water , they drink unpure water . Some villages has no elecricity lines so they have no elecricity equipment . Some villages has no school kids over there know nothing about education . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most of Yezidi people are farmers after despairing from Iraqi consecutive governments . In Saddam time they suffered with other Iraqis but Saddam was punishing every nation type of punishment , The Yezidis punishment was forgetting them , perventing most services and leading whole generation to ignorance . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yezidi people are very good and kind , you can visit them and see their situation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112912370639383907?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112912370639383907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112912370639383907&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112912370639383907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112912370639383907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/forgotten-nation.html' title='FORGOTTEN NATION'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112860352136425713</id><published>2005-10-06T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:58:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/12_turkey[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/12_turkey%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112860352136425713?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112860352136425713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112860352136425713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860352136425713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860352136425713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_112860352136425713.html' title=''/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112860303751465435</id><published>2005-10-06T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:50:37.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/1600/5114526_iraq[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7061/1634/320/5114526_iraq%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112860303751465435?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112860303751465435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112860303751465435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860303751465435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860303751465435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112860172603548299</id><published>2005-10-06T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:28:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No body cares for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Iraqi kids suffered and still suffring . I ask every politicians , thinkers, history writers , media , news papers and who has power in the world where is Iraqi kids in your day ? I know the answer but I leave it to you because may be every body has one . Did Saddam think about kids when he was fighting ? Did any politician think about Iraqi kids before they set up the SANCTION ? Did any fighter came to Iraq think about Iraqi kids ? ........., I don't know all answers but I know the black result every day Iraqi kids get killed and died . I want to make sure may be you understood the Iraqi kids wrong .... the Iraqi kid is verey nice and doesn't threat any one in this world and he wants to live in stable life as the rest of other kids in the world if he has right to live ... , every body is talking in name of kids but go and look at what is going on with Iraqi kids . In stead of helping these kids they are using them in the wars . every one in this world are watching or turn off the TV when they see the kids dying . we mentioned about Saddams crimes for kids but he is gone we have our new politicians all of them looking for power , every Iraq politician is busy to be in the power . weren't you kids in Iraq or you grew up out of Iraq and you know nothing about our situation? ... The Iraqi educated people are fighting for power and Iraqi stupid people are supporting terrorism . I ask every one to help these kids not by me or by other ORG. . stop fighting . more than 35 years. didn't you get bored ? don't be the reason of kids' suffer . where is Iraqi kids in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112860172603548299?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112860172603548299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112860172603548299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860172603548299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112860172603548299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-body-cares-for-us.html' title='No body cares for us'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112859885301063878</id><published>2005-10-06T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T04:40:53.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Education is free for iraqi kids !!!</title><content type='html'>Education was free but with out  education ... imagine .. if I offer you nothing  off course will be free .  This is  in most Iraqi vellages and some cities . I will explain the education and you can go to the Iraqi vellages to see it but not all of them . every six or seven vellages have one school with 10 rooms the best of these schools have 4 teachers and most of them have 2 teachers so one of the teachers takes day of and stays one teacher to teach and run the school . The government provids stationery for the schools , they don't see just some books . Off couse the school time in Iraq comes with raining  season so with unpaved roads in the vellages becomes like swamp . I belive if we want to provide education we have to provide suitable environment . why were some Iraqi cities provided at least most things . these vellages are forgotten . In summer time no electricity . some vellagers are verey poor so they have to work instead of going to school . some of the schools have no teachers so it is shut down . some schools in cities are broken partly so it is dangerous for the kids , some of these schools are abandoned by the government more than 30 years . In side of vellages' schools with broken windows  and desks .&lt;br /&gt;Being poor plus this situation many kids prefer working to the learning .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112859885301063878?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112859885301063878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112859885301063878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112859885301063878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112859885301063878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/education-is-free-for-iraqi-kids.html' title='Education is free for iraqi kids !!!'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112859589833908219</id><published>2005-10-06T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T03:52:37.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids under Saddam</title><content type='html'>Every body got hurt from Saddam but who were around him. If you refuse to join Ba'ath or army they will make you the Iraq like the hell. Iraqi kids are suffring 35 years and this going on. when Ba'ath came by crimes and killing to the power killed too many Iraqis , So kid's suffer started with first revolution ... started kids becoming orphans. It didn't stop here but it was just beginning for the endless bereavement . we fought Iran for 8 years, Saddam started the war , we lost 1 million men , we had more than 1 million orphan kids in that time but it didn't stop there . i think if you ask an Iraq ... will say that days was our best days and I agree with them because great bereavement started after Iraq invaded Kuwait . I don't mention about Iran and Kuwait loss because I wasn't there . However after war the number of orhans started to increase . The UN sanction destroyed us these sanction was'nt to Saddam but it was for us . we lost 500000 kids . with their being orphans UN took part to this crime . in some Iraqi cities like Halpcha was unbelivable fact every body dead with whole family . and some cities were punished by cutting running water , some cities were punished by preventing medical cares ,&lt;br /&gt;Iraqis didn't belive how they get rid of Saddam but even after this didn't end their suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112859589833908219?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112859589833908219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112859589833908219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112859589833908219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112859589833908219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/kids-under-saddam.html' title='Kids under Saddam'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112817556685050962</id><published>2005-10-01T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T07:06:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of childhood I have lived ?</title><content type='html'>May be Iraqi kids can't explain their stories because of their tribulations , But I have to pass on all real and suffring stories who  they were on it and stiil they are on it , so here is Najim's childhood . When Najim became 8 years old he noticed something and one of these he haven't seen his father yet , It is time to ask.... mother where is my father ? ... he is ...he is  , with no answer . Najim knew in that time he asked verey hard question . so he didn't insist in that question because he thought  all world  became one mother and one son . In this time his mother is sick and he knew she is hiding something from him. Najim's family are living in verey old house , winter time is freezing and summer time is like hell with out refrigerator .. with out any furnitures. The worst day when is raining almost all house gets wet .they get food when his mother sews to the neighbours . This was his best days , for note he didn't know some words his mother meant to not teach him these words . he spends his days talking with his mother and playing with some stones his mother collected it to him . One day his mother became verey sick and they haven't enough money to get doctor to recover her sickness, She asked Najim to work at least stay alife ,Najim started to work all day in store to bring some money in that time he discovered the world bigger than what he has imagined . One day 2 men  were talking about him at the store they mentioned his father ....he listned well ...he knew his father died when he was one year old . at his house he asked his mother abuot his father , She tried  to hide again but he interrupt her and he said  he is dead . she went to bring his picture and gave it to me .... said ... I was hiding it all time because I didn't want to lose you. Najim said  .. me? ... why?. she said  your father were murdered by Saddam's men because he didn't obey them to fight and kill innocent people like you .. I am afraid you think about this and you involve your self as your father , I said   ............ no father, no toys ,no food, no friends and nothing ....his mother asked him to promise her to  forget all these and to continue working and be patient. he promised her. after one year Saddam's men took their house because of his father they have to move to live in rent house this is one more thing added to their suffring . One day Najim was going to the work he saw kids crowded in front of school he went toward the kids , Najim asked kid what are you doing at school . Kid said we are learning writing and reading . in this moment teacher came from school and asked every body have to go in school ... Najim tried to explain but he hadn't chance to explain however he entered in the class room when teacher came noticed new kid in the class room with torn clothes with out bag with sadness . Teacher asked him are you new ?, Najim said no.... you guys entered me here I am not from this school , Teacher what school you are from? .. Najim said  no school . theacher took him to the headmaster . Headmaster asked his  name and his family after answer headmaster kicked him out and said we have no school for you . after that Najim and his mother disappeared .&lt;br /&gt; NOTE :   This story passed on from Najim's mother before they disappear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112817556685050962?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112817556685050962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112817556685050962&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112817556685050962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112817556685050962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-kind-of-childhood-i-have-lived.html' title='what kind of childhood I have lived ?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112765875881467818</id><published>2005-09-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T07:32:38.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are we going to get if we help these kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to answer to this question as Iraqi man with all respects for all opinions . I belive help anyone in this world means help everyone and everybody has its own situation . as we know poor environment and ignorance lead to violence , wars, crimes , sabotage, terrorism and all bad thing you think. It will be dangerous to live in that environment almost there is no life so the people who lives there has no value for there life , If somebody don't have value for his life ..... imagine it will be terrible ... he will see killing is easy and one solution for every thing . That environment it will be almost one of planets NO LIFE . So look at this side . It won't stop in this environment but is going to hurt other environmets or spread out to others as CANCER . so to protect our selves and that environment we have to initiate to help them with right education and upbringing . I belive we will get too much things . because today our planet is getting big day by day and our problems are enlarging . every problem needs be solved  in the beginning with being  small as CANCER . Now come everybody to give them life back to make our planet secure and stable by helping these young kids .  I am going to pass on all kids' voice as my mission to help kids with their true stories . I put this to make you understand their living state . you can learn more by &lt;a href="http://www.iraqkids.org"&gt;www.iraqkids.org&lt;/a&gt;  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now imagine what we are going to get if we help these kids . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112765875881467818?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112765875881467818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112765875881467818&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112765875881467818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112765875881467818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-are-we-going-to-get-if-we-help.html' title='What are we going to get if we help these kids?'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112757320225041289</id><published>2005-09-24T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T07:18:03.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's story in Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I will tell you kid's story in Iraq . his name is Salim he lives in Nineveh province north of Iraq, as I promised you let know all Iraqi suffering kid's voice and how they live . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salim is 11 years old he is young and full of hopes but his destiny let him in this situation . His bereavement started before 4 years when every terrible things started come one after one , everybody knows how was the Iraqis situation under wars and Saddam adding to this situation his own terrible situation . Every thing was good before 4 years for his own situation he was living with his father ,mother,older sister , 2 younger brothers , uncle and his Grandmother in one small old house , One day his mother dropped from house roof and she died maybe Salim wasn't understanding what was going but his sad face started from that day but it wasn't only this . his uncle who was supporting Salim's family had accident and became crazy after his sadness for his sister who is Salim's mother it didn't stop here. Salim's father left them to another city he was coming once every month with small money which is not enough for food for 10 days it didn't stop here . His grandmother started to work to support them she became blind for her sadness for her daughter . now Salim's grandmother is begging for just food to make her grand kids stay alife and she is blind . Salim works all day in the streets just for lunch money his sister takes care to his 2 younger brothers Salim left school and so as his sister , when I first saw them I went out of thier house and started to cry for 15 minutes . aren't there hands to help them? where is poeple's feeling toward this? where is humanitarism in the world ? every body is responsible for this in the world , The 2 younger kids don't know what is the school is. Iraqkids. ORG tried to help them as mission for humanitarism but terrorists don't allow this they didn't allow us to hand our hand to help them they cut the hand wich helps people like them . still they are living waiting for small help for any hand even in there dreems .with there all own situation they have suffring from wars and sanctions and now terrorists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112757320225041289?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112757320225041289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112757320225041289&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112757320225041289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112757320225041289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/09/kids-story-in-iraq.html' title='Kid&apos;s story in Iraq'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17050700.post-112749962651266980</id><published>2005-09-23T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:30:26.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to this New Blog - Children's Voice from Iraq</title><content type='html'>This Blog will speak for ALL the children of Iraq, a voice for the millions of Iraqi children who have grown up under war, sanctions, Saddam and now terrorists. We will speak for the children who have lost their moms and dads, brothers or sisters, or their best friends from the school or playground. We will speak for children who can't go to school instead having to work on the streets. We will speak for the children who never had even a single toy. We will speak for the children whose flame of hope is flickering and in danger of going out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blog is authored solely by persons from Iraq and sponsored by IraqKids.Org... an organization dedicated to helping orphan, fatherless, abandoned street children and schools in Iraq. You can learn more about IraqKids.Org by visiting their website &lt;a href="http://www.iraqkids.org"&gt;www.iraqkids.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17050700-112749962651266980?l=childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/feeds/112749962651266980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17050700&amp;postID=112749962651266980&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112749962651266980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17050700/posts/default/112749962651266980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childrensvoiceiraqkids.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-to-this-new-blog-childrens.html' title='Welcome to this New Blog - Children&apos;s Voice from Iraq'/><author><name>ChildrenVoiceIraq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04355975316307277340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
