In 1958, when I was 10 years old, at that time we had a king in Iraq. He was a young man called Faisal the second. He was a nice, intelligent, educated man. And he was the son of a very faithful and honest man (King Ghazi), who was killed in a car accident few years earlier.
In July 1958, a revolution started against this type of government and as a result, the king and all his family were killed. The Kingdom of Iraq changed to the Republic of Iraq; this was the start of the endless problem we lived since that time.
Before that, nobody thought of politics or security, the people were poor and peaceful, nobody had a gun in his house. There were no thieves and no rubbery. I remember that nobody bothered himself to lock the door at night; even the cars were left overnight unlocked. To make a long story short, the life was so nice and sweet.
After the revolution, the people started to import ideas from outside the country; we started to hear about communist, ba'athist, nationalist and foreign countries' agents.
The most important thing to me, and to you as I think, is the relation between different religions and nationalities. There was no kind of differentiation between religions, all the people were like brothers, we even dressed the same; and the same was with the Kurds.
*I had to stop writing for a moment there was a lot of shooting in the neighborhood and I had to check my family, the house, and the neighbors…..But I am back now. There were two bullets that penetrated the window of the house next to us and hit the class buffet and changed it to smash, nobody got injured.*
Going back to our subject, Muslims, Christians, Arabs and Kurds all lived in a friendly environment. By the way I was 10 years old and at the time I didn’t even think that anyone is different from the other just because of his religions or nationality.
More on this subject, next time..