The tale, as far as I know it, started in 1979. It started with Saddam Hussein. It started with conflict, with war, with struggle, hostility, bloodshed. It started with death. My grandfather, then 25 years old, was in combat for six years. He was married and left behind six beautiful young children. I talked to him the other day about the Iranian Iraqi war and he had told me that he had fought in the defensive position and shot down Iranian fighter aircrafts to protect his base. He had told me that at some point during the war, the Iranian military had surrounded his base, and that for three days, they were left to starve. The soldiers had to resort to eating grass and drinking muddy water.
What makes a person beautiful? Most people look up to models, TV personalities, and celebrities when trying to define the conditions of beauty. Being beautiful differs from culture to culture, and from historical period to another, but beauty is not defined by how much makeup one wears or whether that person is skinny, fat, short, or tall. Beauty is what people wear on the inside. Can you imagine a world where instead of being judged by appearance, people are instead judged by their kindness and heart? As one wise man once said: