In 30/12/2005 my parents’ grandmother died , she was born in 1914 , that is right she lived 100 years , every one loved her , she was kind , generous , & preserver for Quran , she new a lot of poems specially the religious poems .
She was interested in blouses knitting she created stitches & wonderful designs she made hundreds for her sons, grandchildren & relatives she was eventful . the stitches she invented years later we found it in Borda magazine for fashion .she could conclude how to be done.
She has 8 sons & one daughter , they were all successful in their lives , & education , 2 of them are doctors , 3 of them are engineers , the other one is a teacher with many artistical talents , as well as the accountant , & a very talent successful painter .
This woman who was loved by everyone died but, her sons, her brother, nephews, & all the other relatives .& friends couldn’t attend her funeral, because of collapse of Mosul, when the whole city became war field.
She died in our house , my grandfather ,my father , & her other son (who is near to our house ) went to bury her , walking to the burial-ground in the middle of gun fire , because no cars were allowed to drive .
While the women were at home we could here the sound of firing & explosions we were worried, my mom had to phone my dad on his mobile phone! He answered her from the grave while he was putting the grandmother in it!!!
The real pain in this situation is that her sons couldn’t have the last farewell look.
Rest in peace grandmama…
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