I was a senior university student in Baghdad, Iraq.
It was March 2003, and over the past few months, my classmates had whispered to each other about the possibility of a US-led invasion and the likelihood that 35 years of dictatorship and tyranny could be brought to an end.
- Balsam Mustafa
- The Conversation
We could not dare to speculate on Iraq’s future, but many were longing to see Saddam Hussein fall.
And soon enough, the war came.
But a few preferred to stay – my own family among them.
The weeks we…