Photos and Videos tagged with #saddam
Oh look, look, look what one of my Navy SEALS mates just sent me! Job well done - bye bye and arrivederci #Saddam!
- 752 days ago via site
#Iraq -Sept. 12, 2004- Raad Muchawet, center, in blue, mourns the death of his brother, Saad Muchawet and his three children, Haider, Ali and Karar, in the #Baghdad slum known as Sadr City. Residents alleged that they were shot by #US #soldiers (Karim Kadim / Associated Press)
- 955 days ago via site
#Iraq - "The killed my father"..... In 2005, while covering parts of western #Baghdad and the airport road, I heard a volley of bullets and then saw two police cars speed by. Arriving at the scene, I found a man lying dead in an empty street, and a little girl sitting cross-legged, staring at him, her clothes blood-soaked, crying “They killed my father.” Her name was Ahdaf, and she was 7.
When she saw me, she became terrified and started to cry, thinking I was the killer. I thought of my baby daughter, and I imagined she would do the same thing if I was killed, and I started to cry as well.
Then the dead man’s wife arrived, weeping and shouting “You killed him!” I tried to calm her down, telling her I was a journalist who had nothing to do with the killing. I had the feeling that we were being watched by the insurgents. Some people were looking at me from a nearby house. After the body was taken by the police, I was stopped by a man asking if I was related to the dead man and wanting to know why I was crying. I sensed that the man was from al-Qaida. He told me to leave.
I have been back a half-dozen times to visit the family, trying to help put them in touch with a humanitarian organization which saw my photos and wanted to help resettle the family in a safe area. The wife said she would rather use the aid to buy sheep and cattle to earn money for food. On my last visit, in September 2005, a woman told me that I was being watched by al-Qaida people, and I should leave immediately because they would come and kill me. She was very worried.
Each time I visited this family, I used to kiss my sleeping children before leaving the house, knowing that this could be the last time I see them, and my children could be in the same situation as the girl I photographed.
My impression at that time was that the dead man represented Iraq which was dying and the little girl represented a generation that would be haunted by memories of killing and blood. I hope the coming generation will show tolerance and love to each other. It is only with tolerance and love that Iraq can be revived again; with hatred, Iraq can’t move one step forward.
- 966 days ago via site