At 9 pm the phone rang, it was Dr. Yahya, my professor at art school. I was over the moon, after all, the man was not just a teacher who taught me the trade but a mentor who taught me to use my head. I had emailed him to complain that I have been trying to get in touch with him for several months now, but I did not expect him to take the trouble and call. For those of you who have only known Iraq as a war zone, this man exemplifies everything that is great about the people of this country:... Sign in to see full entry.