At the point when individuals consider Iraq, they regularly think about a nation buried in struggle. Be that as it may, for me, it was a great place to grow up. Mosul used to be known as "Om Al Rabeain," the "two springs" city; it had the biggest common springs, the most delectable greenery, and the best college in the nation. My family had an exquisite house in the western part, with a garden brimming with flower shrubs that neglected the stream. Before Daesh—an Arabic acronym for the Islamic State Group, or ISIS—took my city in 2014, the main stress I had was passing my school exams. I was in my last year and frantic to be acknowledged at Mosul University for a degree in drug. I considered with my closest companions, Noor, Fati, and Zahra, in my folks' garden—the four of us would invest hours sitting among the citrus trees, drinking tea and envisioning what the future held for us. It's difficult to consider now. It feels like another life. Amid the mid...
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