One Day In Iraq.
Many of us take for granted everything that is around us. We take for granted the food we eat, the house we live in, heck, even the hot water we use to shower. Many of us take for granted everything that is around us, and for that, we are not thankful. So we complain, We say life is not fair... we say " life is not fair! why does he get a Ps3 and i'm stuck with a Ps2...". Because of this, we forget how lucky we are. Even the most worse among us. And so we become slaves to our desires. Chasing the things that makes us even more unhappy. Many of us neglect or reject the idea that each and everyone of you, and those who know you, and those around you, are in fact, one of the most lucky-est people on earth. But we forget, and we neglect, so we are not thankful.
Imagine being in Iraq for one day. Or any country that is ravaged by war, poverty, sectarian violence, daily bombings, and a divided government. Imagine being in the shoes of a normal iraqi citizen.Imagine all the basic necessity in life are not available. Heck, a stroll out for some fresh air could be fatal, because of the danger and violence, your life is never secure. Imagine knowing that and having that feeling when you are about to sleep. Think of how scared you would be. You are so scared you cant even sleep. And still, even with all of these things, most of iraqis consider themselves lucky. LUCKY!!. Here we have an iraqi who's very life is missarable, but consider herself to be lucky, and everyday thank God for everything that God has given her. And then we have a spoilt brat, who has a perfectly good house, good family, good school, and FOOD TO EAT, says that God is being Unfair, and giving everyone else the good things. Complains...
Just take A DEEP Breath. TAKE IT! Then take a good look at the things around you. And then ask yourself, is life really that bad?
In Iraq, bombings, violence, deaths, happen daily. It happens so much that they are used to it. It happens so much that they are prepared for it. And so, every time any of them go out of their houses, they would say their loves to their family, knowing that this could be the last time, they would see their family alive, or vice versa. Everyday they see children dying, blood, violence, 
Car bombs... And everyday they are thankful, and consider themselves lucky that they are still alive. They would try to make the very best of their days, making sure that they would live through to see another sunrise. To every iraqi, Everyday is a battle to stay alive, Yesterday was a victory, tomorrow... Food is hard to get, the occupation is increasing the violence, everyday there are riots, and guns go about a blazing. Imagine being 
a Father or a Mother with children in Iraq. How would you feel knowing that they can never have a good childhood, education, comfort, a FUTURE. How would you feel that they could never play in the park to have some fun because the fear of death. How would you feel, when your five years old child, asks you why do people die, why all the violence, where are all the friends and family members? Imagine that. Imagine, that child of yours, only a few years old, or even a few months old, dead, and you are holding that child, whom you had hoped for, whom you had plans for, whom that you had loved with all your heart, gone, in an instant. And despite of all this, Many Iraqis consider themselves lucky, many of them are thankful, with what God has given them.
Many of us take for granted off all the things around us. The field we play on, the Mcdonalds in your neighborhood, the school that we go to. Many of us forget that we are truly lucky. And for that, we are not thankful.
