by Jonathan Azaziah
Some pictures are worth a thousand words. Others, like this one, tear at a million heart strings. An Iraqi mother sits in her home with dinner made for her two sons who were martyred in the MossadDaesh bombing in Karrada, Baghdad on July 3rd, 2016. She misses them in such a terrible way that she still prepares their meals even though she knows that they will never walk through the door again. There’s so much to feel here. Agony, longing, sorrow, disconnection, rage; like serrated blades puncturing the soul. But, through the mist of melancholy, there is also strength to end all other strengths. Of the 2.5 million martyrs that we lost in the Anglo-Zionist invasion, over 800,000 were women. The Iraqi Ministry of Women’s Affairs documented that the US-UK-‘Israeli’ aggression made 1 million Iraqi women into widows. Today, Iraqi women are targeted with frequency by the illegitimate Zionist regime’s Takfiri tools with kidnappings, torture, sexual violence and even slavery.
And yet, the women of Iraq, who have the blood of Sumer’s ancients and female saints caressing their veins, maintain their unwavering position as the backbone of a nation that would have collapsed under the weight of its own overwhelming sadness without them. They are our mothers, our daughters, our sisters, our aunts, our teachers, our protectors, our upholders, our guides, our foundation. They are our matriarchs and our queens, our brains and our beauties, our princesses, our smiles, our shoulders and warriors in their own right. Like the defiant Lebanese mothers who have begged Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah to let their only sons join the Mouqawamah, so many Iraqi heroines who lost their sons to Zio-Imperialism’s monstrosities 13 years ago gave permission to the sons who remained to seek martyrdom in defense of the nation against the Empire-created barbarity of ISIS. Iraqi women are both concrete and flower; the power of a Hashd al-Shaabi missile and the love, devotion and truth of Lady Zaynab (A.S.); the fierce thunderstorms as well as the gorgeous blue skies over the Mesopotamian Marshlands. Our martyrs will forever be our light. And the mothers of our martyrs will always be the sun from which the glow of the righteous emanates. Beyond a Striking Star Salute, we kiss the heavens at their feet. #LongLiveIraq #RememberKarrada