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<p>Osama Mansor</p>

<p>Been at least 5 years since his last assignment in Iraq, just as soon as American boots were on the ground Osama decided it was over, nationalism wasn&#39;t exactly his strong point, he only thought of himself and his brother Ahmed, he packed his bags and left the barracks in a hurry, the car was going at the speed of 100 mp/h as all he could think of was his little brother, Osama was very fond of his little brother as he was taking care of him since a very young age, Osama pulls the breaks as hard as he can, leaving skid marks behind him as his vehicle slid into position in front of his apartment building, leaving the car as he rushes into the building and towards his apartment.</p>

<p>Ahmed! pack your bags we&#39;re leaving in ten minutes. Osama shouted as soon as he entered the apartment.</p>

<p>What? why are we leaving?. Said Ahmed in a confused tone.</p>

<p>It&#39;s not safe anymore, the regime is no more, and people hold old grudges, they won&#39;t just take their anger out on me, they will also target my family and I can&#39;t let that happen. Osama said in discomfort.</p>

<p>Ahmed nodded as he began to grab every piece of clothing he can reach, forcefully stuffing it in a luggage bag, Osama was ready as he only grabbed some money and forged Emirati passports for him and his brother. </p>

<p>After that messy packing session the brothers went back to the car parked outside, both argued about what to do next, which route to take and how they would live their lives outside of Iraq.</p>

<p>The only plan I have on mind is to go to Turkey via the Syrian border and from there we will go to the United States, from there we&#39;ll figure something out in time, hopefully. Said Osama as he zoned out pondering the situation.</p>

<p>I just hope that you know what you&#39;re doing brother. Said Ahmed in a serious tone.</p>

<p>Osama inserted the key into the ignition as the vehicle engine began to roar, heading to the Syrian border with his brother Osama was filled with confident that any harm that may reach them is long gone. </p>

<p>After carefully driving for the past 5 hours throughout narrow streets and unbearable dirt roads just to avoid being seen in any populated location they finally reached reached destination, the Syrian border, Osama was filled with joy that he made it safely with his brother as he expected to have an attempt on his life to be made by previous acquaintances, being an interrogator in Sadam&#39;s army wasn&#39;t exactly a saint&#39;s job, psychologically scarring someone to life is bound to send some Karma payback at some point in his life, or that&#39;s at least what Osama thought.</p>

<p>The duo arrived at a Military checkpoint belonging to Kurd rebels just a few meters ahead of the Syrian border, Osama being an ex-military personnel was afraid, his heart was racing as if he overdosed on cocaine, he never experienced such feeling before, the fear of death, he had his fair share of Kurdish prisoners and his name is bound to be memorized and spread around by any potential survivors, or even traitors attempting to score loyalty points with Kurdish rebels, about ten militiamen were situated in that checkpoint, as the car pulled closer it was halted by one of the militiamen as he began making demands.</p>

<p>I need to see some identification, please turn the engine off and step out of the vehicle for a while - said the militia man with a ski mask.</p>

<p>Osama reached towards the cars glove compartment as he withdrew the vehicles registration papers. </p>

<p>There you go said Osama as he passed the documents to the militiaman. </p>

<p>Osama and his brother Ahmed left the vehicle after offering the documents to that militiaman and stood at the side of the road while his friends examined the vehicle and whatever baggage they laid their hands on, stripping car seats, thoroughly searching their bags.</p>

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