04/09/2026
Every year, I come back to the day that defined my life, my family, my friends, and 40 million Iraqis: the Iraq War.
Today marks the anniversary of the fall of Baghdad (where I am from).
I write this from the United States, and each year I try to revisit my own thinking. I try to evolve. I try to change my mind where needed. I try to listen to new evidence in a world that often punishes freedom of thought and mistakes growth for inconsistency.
The question I get asked the most is simple: What do you think about the Iraq War?
One day, I may write a book about it. But here is where I stand today, in 2026.
Regardless of what anyone thinks about Saddam Hussein, and there will always be arguments about that, history is not just about choosing between good and bad, but often between bad and worse.
What became painfully clear after 2003 was not just the fall of a regime, but the absence of something deeper: a cohesive national identity.
When that regime fell, what surfaced was a fragmented Iraq. Identities that had been suppressed did not transform into a shared national project. Instead, many turned inward toward sect, religion, and ethnicity. Politicians emerged who represented these divisions, not a unified Iraq.
That fracture led to civil war. It opened the door for Iraq to be deeply influenced, if not overtaken, by another state: Iran.
The result is a country that has struggled for years to function as a true sovereign nation.
Was this the intention of the United States? I do not know. And I suspect we may never fully know.
But after living here, after reading some of the architects of that war, I can say this: they should feel a deep sense of responsibility, if not shame.
Some of them are still alive today and they are regular "commentators" on US television pretending to be experts.
They should be ashamed for the lack of understanding. For the lack of expertise. For the failure to anticipate the consequences that Iraqis are still living with decades later.
And yet, despite all of this, I still hold on to something.
I hope one day it will have been worth it.
Because I know many Iraqis, who are still fighting for that idea of a country. A real one. A united one. One that rises above sectarianism and external control.
That fight deserves support. And it deserves not to be forgotten.