{"id":2369,"date":"2019-05-21T20:23:44","date_gmt":"2019-05-22T00:23:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/journalism\/?p=2369"},"modified":"2019-05-29T13:58:35","modified_gmt":"2019-05-29T17:58:35","slug":"a-very-dreary-past","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/journalism\/2019\/05\/21\/a-very-dreary-past\/","title":{"rendered":"A Very Dreary Past"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He walks through the shop\u2019s aisles normally, because a veteran does not boast. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Living his life normally with four children, because no one knows what he has gone through.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The remnants of the eleven-year war that he had survived consist of a paralyzed pinkie-finger and a damaged knee cap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A normal day as he walks to his office, now living his life as an engineer. In his mind, each day as his only lingering thoughts is about his children and his wife. \u201c I still remember when I was called. I was worried about my mother since she had cancer.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The day he had dreaded had come. When the dreary mornings in Iraq had risen. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Haven just graduated university, Mukarram Mustafa in his early 20s, was called to war. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI knew eventually that I would have to fight, I was just hit at the moment.\u201d \u00a0Reporting for his country under the rule of Saddam Hussein. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He settled into the humid tank seat. As the months went by, there were no shootings for as long as he could remember, the past year, or so he thought. He had seen the first die, in front of him. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In an overwhelming state of mind, depression had taken the form of a human, possessing his body. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThe worst thing I had seen on duty ever, was when I saw a boy I knew in high school, fall apart in front of me\u201d Mustafa recalls. He had seen many deaths, many dropped in front of him. He had attacked, for now, his only instinct was to eliminate. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now, he had been wounded. The tank was now on top of him. As he drags himself out, the medics carried him through.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His vision fading, Mukarram had seen his life flash before his eyes. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">They did flash before his eyes, now opening to the four walls of his office. That was right behind him now. Now as he picks up his papers, he thinks to himself. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThank God I lived.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/lh6.googleusercontent.com\/icGTeNRheQ1xh0hUGZvkx6mEtxfwhPF8YstfPqNj09SMaMIgOQakyIIztxXrMccd_9bRQNLiI4yEIlLh9Q371YOHb5aTrcMS3nsASDlIvvFwV61JQ4c8nSaP6ZmojIWXl4ni0Tts\" width=\"128\" height=\"171\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He walks through the shop\u2019s aisles normally, because a veteran does not boast. Living his life normally with four children, because no one knows what he has gone through. The remnants of the eleven-year war that he had survived consist of a paralyzed pinkie-finger and a damaged knee cap. 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