The voice of Iraqi children

we are a web site dedicated to the communication between those that have passed over and assisting them in connecting to their loved ones. Here are messages from the children that have died in Iraq. Even though the subject of recently departed is not something you would normally cover, keep in mind that these children have an urgent message for all. They bring across the urgent nature of why our children are being murdered. Please if possible send this to as many people, to bring forth awareness. DAILY LIST RECENT DEPARTURES /DEATHS

DATE: 11 June 2007 - 01

TIME STARTED: 19:11

TIME ENDED: 19:57 My name is Phelik Ightene and I died during the Iraq War with America in Iraq. I lived with my mother and my father and my younger sister. I was eight years old and my sister was four years old. All four of us died in a car when we were running in our town when it was bombarded with flames and explosives into our homes and on the street. Sometimes it looked strange because you can֒t tell whose who. Everyone may look different but their doing the same thing. Theyre killing each other and theyҒre killing others as well and in that there is no difference. So why I ask, why do this when you see what is happening and how many people are being killed, why cant they just talk? We got into our car parked on the street and when my father turned on the ignition of the car, shots were fired, lots of it that went straight through the car and we all died in the car. I got shot three times before I died and I saw my family also get shot and there was blood everywhere splattered in the car. It was horrible and it was sad. I died before I could cry, but when I got to heaven I cried for a little bit, we all did. Then, I am fine I realised. Where I am now is much better than in the world. No child could be more happy than where we are. But this world will become such a place where all will want to live and be happy always like I am and my family am. Hello. My name is Jeodon Kalip and I died in the Iraqi War a while ago. Me and seven or nine other young boys were captured along with our fathers and mothers in the town where we lived. They took us, the children, and put us against the wall with our heads facing the wall and our backs facing our fathers who was on their knees on the ground with other men standing with big guns and army outfits. There was about 15 or 20 of the army men who came into our country. They were screaming at our fathers, asking them questions for information about our country, many questions they were screaming, not asking. Then they said that they would shoot us, one by one, if they donҒt immediately answer the questions. I dont know why they did that because my father had nothing to do with the government. The people coming into our country is fighting the government and we are not the government. We are the people that live in the country which the government allows us to live in, so why kill us? All the fathers cried and yelled, they didnҒt have any answers. Then, one by one they killed all of us as they said they would. I was the fifth one to be shot. They shot is straight in the head, which I saw when I looked at the other boys who were shot before me. I did not feel anything when I died except a quick moment like my head had the worst headache in the world, ever. My father is also here with me, but not my mother, she must then still be alive. Hi. My name is Amsotan Regeal and I died when I was seven years old in the Iraqi war. Jeodon in number 2. is asking me to tell you that he was six years old when he died. I died one evening when I was sleeping, when my mother was sleeping and when my older sister was sleeping and we woke up when my father came home, which was strange. They also died with me. We could hear in the evening the bombs go off far away and sometimes you could hear shooting in the street and thats why we stayed at home. Only my father sometimes came early in the morning to bring us food and then he left again, we were not to leave the house, he always said, never. And he never stayed very long, sometimes heҒd be away for long and wed go to bed very, very hungry. Then one evening he came home, which he hadnҒt done for quite some time because he comes in the early morning only. He was crying and he had blood on his clothes this was not the father I knew, he was gone, he changed. He had a gun in his hands and he said: I֒d rather send you to your death by my own hands with honour, knowing where you are and have gone, than have you be killed by someones hand that come from the Devil himself. My father killed us all and himself and now we are all together in heaven with everyone else who dies in the world. Heaven has changed and is changing still and therefore earth will change and is changing. My name is Vancensca Hamaad and I died when I was nine years old in Iraq because of the War. You know, if this didnҒt happen many children would still be here and could have changed the world in the future to come. Dont just kill us because you see yourself worthless, one human being does have the ability to change the world and that is each childҒs ability. Hear when we speak to you, because you dont hear grownups. You donҒt care what happens in Iraq and how the children die, because you allow it to continue, you do nothing. All you do is gasp in horror and disgust and write about it in newspapers and books what is that going to do? Do you have a method, a support plan here on earth that involve others participating to make a difference? Why don֒t you stand up and do something? Must one of your own children die first before you actually do something in this world to make it possible for children to live in? Where I am now, in heaven, I am grateful because here I am able to make a difference to this world in each and every single moment, but Im coming back to earth. You nay kill me as much as you like, I am coming back to earth and making this place a place where children love, where children have joy and a place where children are free. I died when I was shot because my mother and I were running from our home when our town was attacked. They shot anyone and everyone on the streets when they came into our country, into our towns: Why? Why donҒt you stop? How many of us must die world before you see, before you hear and before you act? How long must children be killed, be murdered? How long? Hi, my name is Tenet Jaeli and I died in the Iraq War. I died when I was five years old. My friends and I were playing with a ball in the streets near a car that was still burning and that was completely burnt and black there were people warming themselves around it. My parents thought it be safe to play out near the house because they didn֒t see or hear anyone near the town in which we stayed. Six of us played outside with a ball and we were laughing and having fun. I was scared for a while when I heard bombs and guns, but then I was fine when the night and the day was silent for a whole week. This was when we were allowed to play outside. Along the road came a truck, a big brown one with army men inside it. They looked so cool. But then, another car came from the other end of the road, this time a normal black car and then I heard guns being shot. The men in the black car started shooting at the army truck which was right next to us. In the cross-fire I was shot five times when I died, I died quickly but it was very painful. There is not words to explain how much pain it was in, but if I were to put it into a scream, Id shatter all the glass in the whole world with my scream of pain. Now I am in heaven, but I would not have wanted to die that way at all, I was only five and I was only a child. Should anyone die like that, no, no-one should! Then why? Why? Why donҒt you stop, stop, stop, stop? Stop! For more recently departed see [url=http://www.desteni-universe.co.za]Desteni Universe[/url] --- forward this to all people you know, please