Days of madness and honey

I should not have delayed all this time preparing my report regarding those ongoing days that I spent there at the (Al-Rashad) Hospital for Mental and Psychological Diseases during the days of the American aggression on my country and my people in Iraq, and if I was not disgusted by the return of memory to the ashes of madness, and I preferred that madness be silent and only the mind, which is the great chatterer, chatter. However, I returned one day after nearly seven years to that place until my memory turned on the light and my feelings were licked by the place.. It was nothingness that took off its shoes and started running in the hospital corridors in that house, which is located in a remote area within the Baghdad municipality.. There is a dirt hill behind it, behind which lie the children’s graves, the car graves, the trash, and the brick factories. Khudair Miri