BAGHDAD (Reuters) - People ask if it is tough being a journalist in Iraq. For me the hardest job is being a mother. The daily fear for my son overwhelmed me last year when a car bomb exploded near our home during the fasting month of Ramadan. My son Hani, who was six at the time, had just finished playing soccer with his friends in the street. He came inside, sweaty and cheerful, washed his face...