The bus terminal was crowded with people. Ahmed asks about the desired bus on behalf of his non-Arabic-speaking Kurdish grandmother.
They sit on the bench until the bus arrives, and the grandmother presents a few folded letters to Ahmed, urging them to read.
It was addressed to his grandmother by a friend who was saved by Ibrahim in the 1991 Gulf War, informing him that Ibrahim was in Nasiriyah prison.
Grandmother, who fell asleep after Ahmed began reading the letter, wakes up with a voice saying that a bus to Nasiriyah has arrived and finds that Ahmed, who should have been next to him, is gone.
I ask the people who come and go about Ahmed’s whereabouts, but no one can speak Kurdish. Looking around, I can see Ahmed helping a boy who was selling cigarettes. I hurriedly tried to get on the bus with Ahmed, but the moment I put Ahmed on it, the bus started running.
My grandmother desperately chases after the bus, but the distance goes away. Then, the boy who sells cigarettes runs side by side at the last minute of the bus and pays the driver’s attention. Thanks to that, the bus stopped and my grandmother was able to board. When the bus started running again, the boy kept waving with a big smile.
The bus continues to run through the devastated land, and the two arrive at Nasiriyah Prison, where Ibrahim is. Many people came and went in the prison and it was noisy.
They go to the information center where people looking for relatives gather and ask about Ibrahim, but they are returned, “I’m not here. I found a mass grave nearby, so I should go there.”
Is Ibrahim no longer alive? They decide to go to the mass grave to see if they are alive or dead.