When America invaded Iraq, life became very tough. Suddenly, everything was closed, and there was no more school for me. Every night, we ran to the basement of a hotel opposite our house, for safety. It was pretty scary. I still remember hearing the rockets nearby and feeling the building shaking.
My family and I had already faced discrimination for being Christian, but now it also became dangerous. Six churches were burnt and two priests were killed. I saw my neighbour shot dead. Then they left a bullet in an envelope in front of my father’s . . .