All’s cool with me—thanks for asking. School is about to start again and I look forward to my junior year. My adopted sister, Miriam, will join me as a junior also, which is good because we are the best of friends. I’d like to tell you a little about her so here goes!
When I was almost twelve, my dad was sent on a Top Secret mission. My mom, brothers, and I did not know at the time where he was going but it turns out he was sent to Iraq to rescue another oppressed victim from tyranny. In this case, she turned out to be Miriam.
Back in 2006, my dad and his team were conducting operations in Fallujah, Iraq. This city in the al-Anbar Province along with Ramadi was the birthplace of the “Awakening”. This movement, also known as “The Sons of Iraq” or the “Sahwah” was a unified effort between local Sunni tribal leaders and Coalition forces to remove the influence of Al-Qaeda.
When my dad treated a young five-year-old girl for shrapnel wounds and nursed her to health, she was like his shadow. He also became close friends with Sheik Abdullah from the Albu Nimr tribe as a result—particularly because she, Miriam, was his daughter.
Anyway, seven years later in 2013, ISIS began a sweep back into Iraq from Syria and took over the cities in the al-Anbar province. At first, Sheik Abdullah’s Albu Minr tribe welcomed them warmly because of what they saw as a corrupt Shi’a led government in Baghdad. Then, the people saw how ISIS commanders committed atrocities against anyone opposed to their view. This was the first sign of alarm for many of the local Sunni tribes.
When an ISIS commander took Sheik Abdullah’s oldest daughter in a semi-forcible marriage, he got word out to the CIA with a specific request for my dad, “Commander Hawk,” to come get his youngest daughter to live in the United States and in exchange, he would provide valuable intelligence about an ISIS plan to attack Baghdad.
When I later found out about what my dad went through to get her, I was extremely upset. I’m not going to tell you why though. You’ll have to read it for yourself.
Well, gotta run! Stay cool—like me! Hee hee, ha ha.
P.S. Here is a picture of my beautiful sister, Mariam. She’s come a long way since arriving from Iraq. And oh, I have been teaching her Martial Arts for almost three years, so…