Monday, March 19, 2007
My Iraq: Ali Abbas - BBC News
Ali Abbas was just 12 when he lost both his arms in a coalition missile attack in Baghdad in March 2003. His parents were among 16 of his relatives who were killed in the bombing. After treatment in Kuwait, Ali was brought to Britain. He's been receiving free tuition at a school in London.
I was in another world when I was in the hospital in Iraq. It was a very bad hospital; there weren't any medical things. With all the pain I had, I preferred to die.
It was when they took me to Kuwait that I realised I didn't have arms.
It was very upsetting when I heard that I had lost my family. It's not something you ever get over, is it?
Because when he bombed the house there weren't any soldiers or weapons. We were farmers; we had cows and sheep.
Sometimes I blame the government. But the people here have been so nice to me.
Now I'm doing well; I'm having a normal life. I'm playing football; doing art; cycling.
I have a very nice school, very nice teachers; nice friends here.
In Kuwait, my doctor told me how to eat with my feet, how to brush my teeth as well.
At first it was very, very hard.
But I keep practising, keep practising, to make it better. ...
Ali Abbas was just 12 when he lost both his arms in a coalition missile attack in Baghdad in March 2003. His parents were among 16 of his relatives who were killed in the bombing. After treatment in Kuwait, Ali was brought to Britain. He's been receiving free tuition at a school in London.
I was in another world when I was in the hospital in Iraq. It was a very bad hospital; there weren't any medical things. With all the pain I had, I preferred to die.
It was when they took me to Kuwait that I realised I didn't have arms.
It was very upsetting when I heard that I had lost my family. It's not something you ever get over, is it?
Because when he bombed the house there weren't any soldiers or weapons. We were farmers; we had cows and sheep.
Sometimes I blame the government. But the people here have been so nice to me.
Now I'm doing well; I'm having a normal life. I'm playing football; doing art; cycling.
I have a very nice school, very nice teachers; nice friends here.
In Kuwait, my doctor told me how to eat with my feet, how to brush my teeth as well.
At first it was very, very hard.
But I keep practising, keep practising, to make it better. ...
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