I am a regular reader of HNK's Blog , the narrative of a young Iraqi woman in Mosul going to Pharmacy College. HNK does not post often enough for me, especially when her last post seemed so depressing as to be suicidal . I read this blog as an American, as a father, as teacher, and sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry. Her latest post gives me confidence that HNK is too determined a woman to let fear or depression stop her (and has one wicked, subtle sense of humor as well). It is a long post; this is a short excerpt. I hope you'll go there and read the whole thing : I confess, That I just ran from the living room where my family are hearing news now. I confess, That sometimes, it’s better for you not knowing about things, even if that’s things are related to you. Sometimes it’s better for you not to know what is going on, because what is going on is still going on. I confess, That this month was one of the worse in my life, and I am glad that it’s end. I confess, That I rea...