Is a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant.
That’s been and still is part of my life. When I was in Grade 3 about 8 years old my father was politically active , and activist in Baghdad city against the communist and those corrupt back then activists often shot dead ,poisoned or tortured as they don’t have rights , no human rights in the Arabs and most Muslim worlds , no free speech , no real democracy , and power always in the hands of the corrupt, the rich and those who have more weapons , Mafioso , drugs and weapons dealers, and theologian who always want to control other people faith ,how they think and act .
So my father went to 5 years in political prison with severe torture. He went from one site to other in different provinces; the evil and stupid Iraqi government do this to deprive family members to visit their loved one. He was put in Mosul prison in north Iraq, we used to live in Baghdad City.
My mother was allowed to visit once a month only. One day when she decided to visit him she wanted to take me with her .I was so happy to go and see my dad and ride the train. When we left home about 10 meters from our house I stopped and I started to see images so vivid and so real in front of my eyes, the images of a train crash and collapse, people were screaming and I am just witnessing this. I told my mom to not go and persist with fear telling her to stop and go home.
It is all in your mind son, it is the anxiety of going to travel, my mom said.
No mom I seen it and the train is going to crash please believe me, I told her
Thank God my mom was superstitious and believed in me, she didn’t have to return any ticket as she usually goes and buys the ticket on the spot in those days with no booking.
So we returned home and she started to pray.
In the afternoon of that day, that train we were supposed to take rolled out from the track and had a major accident; few people were dead, and the news podcasted all over the radio stations. So my mother came and kissed my head and kneeled and prayed to God for our safety.
In a second incident when I was 13 years old just one month after my dad was released from the prison and we were enjoying his release and been with us, one of the political opponent thug had a business close to our area and he used to hate my father due to his political views but he couldn’t do anything as my dad is 6 .4 feet tall, strong built, and have his own gun too. So that bad idiot Iraqi Shia thug tried to frame my dad in any way he could. One day when he used to talk rubbish to us and rant.
I saw this image of his house been on fire and his 8 years old son crying and screaming it was so real and more real than the image of the train, I knew that his son will be in grave danger, so I pointed my finger at him and told him to stop bullying my father and my family, and told him to go back home because your son is dying.
He was stunned and stopped talking , his eye was wide and looked me with disbelieve . He loved his son more than anything on this earth. In those days we had cable phones so the cafeteria clerk called him and told him that his wife on the phone , he walked back to his cafeteria and talked to his wife then left so fast driving his car in a hurry .
Later we found that a fire started in the kitchen burned his house and his 8 years old son burned to death, it was in the news. After that ancient he was changed completely, he was reduced to the most humble person ever. He even started to be so nice to us and send us gifts in Eid (holiday celebrations), greeting my father in a nice way, and he started to develop semi paralyze syndrome like Parkinson. I curse his soul and all those who killed our people and destroyed our country until this day.
I was very happy to see him in that situation because I was sick and tired from bullies and corrupt humans and until nowadays, I hate to deal and wheel, or to help any thug or bullies. Life is too short why not be kind and don’t hurt other people because Karma will get you and with people like us around we will make sure it will happen , we call it the gift of curse. Many other incidents took place in Baghdad and Canada later on.
Steve Ramsey , Okotoks, Alberta – Canada