I Want To Live My Childhood again

At Iraq We Born men and women . . I born a woman ,, I didnt live my childhood as every child in my land , I didnt get a doll , i wished ever to hug it and sleep .. I woke up on sounds of bombs , kill and losses. My father hardly i found him when i need to be in my side, he was a vistor attending home at off from his militarly duty , he was a soldier holding in his hand a gun and in his heart a killing love for land and for us . . While my mother wasnt only mother but father also .. On 1990, year of war, fear, tears, sucrifice and hard momments,, it was a cloudy morning, i had my breakfast and got ready to walk out to my school, i was 7years old as it was my 1st days at school, my mama sent me with my next door girls.. Before we reached school a clashes occured and guns bullets speared at everywhere around us,, that momment i blust into cry as well as did my friends, we run away in our way back home, view of blood, sounds of bullets , sounds of our screams and crying were surrendering me, i felt as im not a child anymore, i didnt stop crying but something inside me woke up , made me know whats war , whats fear and how much life is tough and hard , i closed my eyes and my ears for everything i run to my home , yeah, i reached home, my mama was waiting me and scare was on her eyes , she hugged me and we inter together to our home, i left my home a child and return it a woman ! . . .