"I forgot what peace looks like. What the street looks like. What the sky in the night looks like. What my relatives look like. Sometimes, I just think that if you could see what my eyes see, if you could hear what my ears hear, you would be able to understand what I mean." - this is an example of her frank, honest, heartfelt posts.
Childlike in some instances, her thoughts also reflect a good sense of maturity, probably something that the coldness of war built into her quickly. Albeit written by a teenager, adults will also be able to get a clear glimpse into what Hadiya and her family and other Iraqis battled with.
I did a quick check on her blog after finishing the book, and was glad to know that Hadiya is now a married woman, and her family members are also doing good. Alhamdhulilah.