The Saddest Thing

I was reading Iraqi blogs today and I came upon the saddest entry. How can Americans possibly understand the utter hopelessness that is manifest in Iraq at this time? Is the only answer to allow the equilibrium of a civil war to take place? (It is certainly not as if we are able to stop it.) Would those who are left be able to finally live in peace? Here is the saddest exerpt:

I cannot imagine a father or mother hating their children. But in our miserable existence, we come very close to that.

An average parent in present-day ‘free Iraq’ spends a good portion of the day and night worrying to
death over his or her children going to school, going out with their friends,
being a shade late in coming home or strolling to the neighborhood shop to buy
crisps and coke. Their resentment of restrictions over their comings and goings
is a constant, never-ending source of friction and battles. Their agony in their
sleep soaking wet in their sweat during the long power cuts in the
mercilessly hot summer nights of Baghdad is a dull pain of helplessness and
fury in the heart.

Most of the time you are sick with worry over
their safety and well-being. The knowledge that they are in constant danger
consumes you. It eats you alive.

You then realize that it is your love
for them that is killing you. You begin to hate that love.