Prologue

I'm Mathew, Born and raised in Iraq. i had a good family we lived in a town near Bagdad, my Parents worked hard so we would have a secure home and a good life, my siblings went to university, so that they would become Teachers and Doctors so may our parents be proud. And i wanted to be a Police officer because to me they were the Real Heroes back then.

It was on 20th of March 2000 my birthday i turned 17 that day, i got a birthday present, a Marvel comic, my cousin that lived in the States sent it to me after he opened his Comic store in New York.

I was shocked, i couldn't believe what i was seeing, to me back then that was just too much, all of those Super Powered humans and gods with these God abilities, the first one that i read was about spiderman. About how a normal and rather weak minded boy could become a brave and fearless Hero who stood for Good and justice.

I kept on reading, and saw how at first he wanted to make money out of his Abilities, and of how he was cheated out of it and how the liars got robbed and did nothing to stop it, which to me was well deserved karma. But than how his loved one, Uncle ben ended dying to the greed of the one who he thought was in the "library" but only to end up dead because of a simple action.

"with great power comes great responsibility"

That line was not just the simple words of a dying man but the wisdom of one, and months after months i had my cousin sending me one after the other, The Super Soldier, The Merchant of Death, The Green Monster, hawkeye, Black Widow, X-Men, they all had one thing in common and that was kindness and standing up to the darkness which infested them and their world.

For 3 years i was hooked. . . Until that fateful day, that ended it all. it was the 20th of March 2003 the start of the war that took my everything, a stray missile landed where we stayed in bagdad. i somehow survived but with a price . . . i couldn't see or walk ever again, i cried that day, on the graves of my loved ones, my nephews, my brothers, my parents, all gone just like that, all due to a simple mistake.

I was so angry i shouted to God, buddha to whatever divine to take me instead of leaving me to suffer this unbearable agony. i cried to fate "why are you so cruel?". yet none answered but i guess destiny heard me because only 2 months later before my cousin would come and take me to the states, the hospital i was in ended up bombed for reasons i can not even begin to fathom.

i got buried alive, they couldn't make it in time to get me out i guess, but it was my hope to die i couldn't live on, i lost everything. but my only regret was i couldn't read Marvel anymore.

i saw the light it was bright oh so bright, i thought it was the heavenly light i thought i would see his holiness St.Peter.

But it was just a Beautiful Garden with a old and gentle looking women.

And with a gentle and kind smile said.

"Hello Child, you've had rough for a while haven't you"