Just like the Iraqi mother

You've lost your son and will not celebrate Christmas this year with him, just like the Iraqi mother

You wanted him to grow, get married, and have children, just like the Iraqi mother

You wanted to tell him how much you love him, how much you care, just like the Iraqi mother

You wanted to finish the stories you've told him, just like the Iraqi mother

You wanted him to take care of you when you got old, just like the Iraqi mother

You remember the time when he was a child, you held him close to your chest and he rested, just like the Iraqi mother

You wanted to put his head on your shoulder, hold him tight and not let him go, just like the Iraqi mother

You look at his pictures and wish it didn't happen, just like the Iraqi mother

You wish you could have prevented it, just like the Iraqi mother

You look at his chair by the dining table and wish you could hear his voice praising your cooking, just like the Iraqi mother

You go to his room, the room is empty but you feel his presence, just like the Iraqi mother

You wait for the door bell to ring, for him to open the door, spread his arm around you and give you a big hug, just like the Iraqi mother

You cry alone asking yourself why him, why you, just like the Iraqi mother

You want to punish the killers, just like the Iraqi mother

You want to raise your voice and scream at them to stop the killing, just like the Iraqi mother who lost her son

Stand up, raise your voice and scream- "Stop the Killing", just like the Iraqi mother would like to do

But she is afraid she'd be shot by the son of an American mother

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