"I just can not understand why the insurgents target the civilians. They are not security forces like us. They don't cause any harm to anyone. They just want to live"
With thes words and with a strong will to control the tears, the policeman who escorted me to the scene of yesterday's explosion started the conversation. I couldn't give him any answer because the same question troubles my mind. The blast killed at least 16 people and wounded some 45. The death toll likely rose today.
I walked slowly down the street which was, until the explosion a lively street filled with men, women and children. I saw some of them but they were still under the effect of the explosion. Their faces tell the story of ongoing pain and suffering of Iraqis.
I took many photos of the place. I chose seven of them to tell the story of the ongoing pain.
Aden Street, one of the main streets in Shaab neighborhood. The car bomb was parked near a small carpet shop. People who were close to the explosion were burned to death.
This is the biggest piece of the car bomb that exploded. The rest of the car became shrapnel that killed innocent men, women and children. Their crime? They were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Fruit and vegetables covered with the blood of the merchants and customers spread everywhere. the fruit are stained with the blood of innocents. Three different flip flops belonged to three people who are probably dead now. One is clearly for a young lady.
The policeman told me that the metal gate of this closed store was destroyed by the body of a man that was blown into the corrogated iron by the blast.
Sorrow and tears can not revive the loved people we lost or even the burnt fabric.
The push cart which is used to carry fruit and vegetable carried tens of wounded people. Its the most popular ambulance in cases like these. It is handy and can carry more than one person. This cart will carry fruit and vegetable again soon.
Iraqi blood spilt on the ground has become part of our life. Life goes on normaly