I am ‘um Hassan. I lost my son, Nabil, in the war with Kuwait in 1991. His fate is still unknown. His body was not found, and we do not know any news about him.
Some people say he is martyr, others say he went to Saudi Arabia and then emigrated, and some people say he lost his memory and lost his way.
Since the day he disappeared, my life has been destroyed. I was not ready to lose my young son, especially after my husband died in 1985 in the Iran-Iraq war.
From the day I lost my son until this day, I sit at the door of my house every day waiting for him to come back, and I hope he is still alive. I search people faces hoping to see my lovely son’s face.
