Here’s an article from Saturday’s Wall Street Journal by Sarmad Ali, a young Iraqi journalist living in the U.S.:
About 5 oâ€™clock on a mid-December morning, I was awakened by a call from my brother in Iraq. â€œDad is missing,â€ he said. He was upset and some of his anger spilled out at me: â€œYou should be here,â€ he shouted. â€œYou donâ€™t seem to care.â€
My father had left home in Baghdad that morning to go to the auto-repair shop across town where he works. Fifteen minutes after he left, car bombs exploded on his route to work and he hasnâ€™t been seen since.
His disappearance set off a desperate search by my family through the netherworld of war-torn Baghdad. It also put me in the agonizing position of trying to help my family with the violent dislocations of civil war â€” over the phone, from thousands of miles away.