100 posts, 100 bad and good events

First of all, I would like to thank you guys for your comments on my previous post, if it wasn't for the grace of God I wouldn't be here to write my post #100...

I survived miraculously from a road side bomb two days ago, I can't quit thanking God for this...

As I was in the car with my friend, we were talking about the situation and some TV shows, the bomb blew up after we passed the edge of that paved road!! What a sound and vibration...my friend and I bended down just in case of scattered shrapnel or so.

I have no clue who was the target, US Army? Iraqi police? Students? Kids? Birds, I don't know!! I was craving for the steering wheel in case if something happens to the driver, but he was awake too, please Sir drive as fast as you can...!!

"It seems like such a bad day will be" I told my friend.

After that I got home and took a shower waiting for my hair dresser to show up! Finally he did. My sister dyed her hair and I got a spiky hair cut...

As the guy Hair dresser was continuing his work on my sister's hair, the phone rang! When I saw the number which refereed to my aunt, I knew that some thing wrong had happened - she used to tell bad news always- aunt is calling!

Aunt: What's up Marsho, what it took you so long to answer?

Me: Sorry but I was busy with the hair dresser, he wa...

Aunt: Really? who? When did he arrive? what, how, why?

note: I can't bear these types of teasing questions.

Me: Yeah, guess what, I got a very nice hair cut, and...

Aunt: Any way good for you...hey where is dad? I have something to tell him!

Me: Oh he is not at home, I sent him to the library to buy me a brand new dictionary and encyclopedia book...is there any message I can take?

Aunt: ah..umm..you, you know H's son; H is my dad's cousin? He was going home after his college final exams and umm!! off

Me: and? what happened? was he kidnapped?

Aunt: no a car bomb blew up and...and he died at once!

I was totally shocked and trying to reprogram my mind, what the heck is she talking about? Ivan, that is name of the son, I saw him last year at my cousin's wedding and we both danced together along with the teen and young groups! No, no, you gotta be kidding me! I don't know how I hung up the phone, I couldn't control my tears, I cried with sorrow and pain flashing back the old days we used to see him and his family in Mosul before the move to Baghdad...his echo and image, his smile and look...no, God let this be rumor please!! he was the dynamo axis amongst his siblings...

My sister came up asking me about her hair and how it did look! as she looked at me crying, she thought something bad had happened to my aunt!! But when I told her about Ivan, she burst in tears too...we reminisced all those happy days!!

For one moment I thought of how I survived that morning but that cousin didn't!! what is the philosophy behind this? I have no idea.

I hate to start my number 100 post with sad story but would like to end it with some happy stuff...I am still alive and to me, living in Iraq to see the next day is such a miracle from God...

God bless you all,

Marsho