Two days ago my family and I arrived home, dad was opining the garage’s door and tanks came by they started to wave and pressing horns at us to go away, I felt so angry because the car is in front of OUR OWN garage in OUR OWN neighborhood ... we have an aphorism says “it is our own house and people kick us out” it is exactly what’s happening here its so hard to be an Iraqi, but no matter how it get worse I’ll always have the Sumerian blood and I refuse to belong to any other nationality.
Tenemos un aforismo que dice: "Es nuestra propia casa y la gente nos pone de patitas en la calle". Es exactamente lo que está pasando aquí y es tan difícil ser iraquí. Pero no importa lo que empeore la situación que siempre llevaré sangre sumeria en mis venas y me niego a pertenecer a cualquier otra nacionalidad.