To mark the 15th anniversary of Indrosphere, I pause to reflect on its powerful and deeply personal origins—born in the aftermath of surviving a twin bomb blast in Baghdad. That harrowing day, cloaked in dust and disarray, ignited an enduring need to document, to make sense, and to remember. What began as a solitary act of catharsis has, over time, blossomed into a vibrant mosaic of memories, reflections, and shared experiences—tracing the contours of life, joy, sorrow, culture, food, and...
