October 30, 2007

A Virus...


I have been feeling lousy for the past two days. Actually am quite sick. Nothing serious, just a nasty strain of the Flu.

And am not good company when am sick. Am grouchy, cranky, and terribly anti-social.
But I had to go out and get some Panadol from a pharmacy nearby.

“Salam Aleikom, I need a box of Panadols please”
“Is the Panadol for you or for your husband?“ asked the inquisitive pharmacist.
“My husband is dead“ I replied in a flat voice and with a straight face.
“Oh am sorry”
“Don’t be. I killed him.”

My, you should have seen the look on his face. He still managed a tiny faint smile and gave me what I needed with no further questions.
And that is the way it should be. He had a wedding ring on, and on top of that, a beard. I guess you all know by now, my “position” vis à vis beards...

Now, before you go around cyber world, spreading homicidal rumors about me being a “man killer,” let me assure you, I did not kill my ex. But he could be dead for all I care.

Mind you, he is not the only one on whom the death sentence should be carried out. The “men” in charge of the ministry of Health in Baghdad deserve the same verdict.


I am lucky, I can still afford a box of Panadols and if things get worse (hopefully not),I can always go to an Iraqi doctor friend of mine – who is not only very competent but who also gives discounts to other Iraqis trapped in the wilderness.

Which reminds me of a “joke” going around in Baghdad. A guy has a tooth ache and needs to have the bad tooth extracted.
-The dentist:"This will cost you 100$"
-The patient:“Can’t you just loosen it up for 10$ and I will pull it out myself ?!”
“Occupation” black humor at its best.
Give it a little more time and you will be witnessing a whole generation of Iraqis smiling at you, toothless. The “Occupation” smile. Pity we will not be featuring in your Colgate toothpaste ads.

As I have mentioned in the past, Iraqis no longer have teeth fillings, they just have them extracted instead. For one it is cheaper. Second it takes less time- security reasons. Three, anesthesia is not always available so I guess one hard pull is less painful than drilling – especially that this latter can bring on terrible reminiscing fears of what awaits every Sunni Iraqi if he/she is not careful in hiding their sect.

Yes, you guessed right, the nefarious, psychopathic militia of the Jaysh al Mahdi. The military wing of the Sadrists whose head is none other than the top notch driller of Baghdad - His Eminence Muqtada al Sadr.

And as it so happens, the Ministry of Health is under his “patronage” and that of his “men.”

Every Baghdadi knows that if you are sick and happen to live in a Sunni area- these categorizations were INEXISTENT prior to our “liberation”- you’re royally screwed.

Not only getting to a doctor outside your area is dangerous, nay impossible, but even the hospitals in the Sunnis areas turn you away.

Radhee is no liar. He swears that they turn away many patients in his Sunni ghetto and only allow “very serious cases.” The reason? Lack of everything.

No hospital beds, no medications, no equipment, no electricity, no nurses and worst of all, no doctors.

The figures, and these are the only ones I could find, state that over 20’000 Iraqi medical doctors have fled the country in 2005 alone. God only knows how many have fled to date.
And God only knows how many dentists, nurses and other paramedical help have also escaped the hell of Iraq.

In 2005 alone, over 250 doctors were kidnapped and killed,65 were reported missing. I leave it to you to calculate how many are killed and/or missing to date.

Today Iraq has 1/3 of the doctors it needs. Those who remained, are daily harassed by armed militias storming into their clinics. Some have closed shop and work from home instead.

The Health Ministry has a DELIBERATE policy of not providing Hospitals in the Sunnis areas with funds, equipment, medicine and staff. This is a deliberate act that falls in perfect line with the overall sectarian nature of the puppet government. Another way of furthering the smaller genocide within the grander genocide. The Iranian genocide against the Sunnis within the grander American genocide against the Iraqis.

The same applies to the Ministries of Works, Transport, Interior, Education, etc...But I will leave those out for the moment as I really want you to focus on the “Health Service” disaster that is now the norm in Iraq.

I will not even start mentioning the rampant diseases that we had ERADICATED before our “Liberation,” now making a comeback.
Cholera, Typhoid, Malaria, T.B, Hepatitis, Dysentery, Polio and AIDS. This latter was virtually unheard of in Iraq.

I will not even go through the cancer cases in particular soft tissues and blood cancer that have been multiplied by 600 thanks to D.U. This alone is a tragedy in itself.
And will not cover other common illnesses such as heart disease, diabetes, hypertension for which people can’t find adequate treatment and can’t afford the medication either.
Nor will I touch upon the very serious mental health degradation of the majority of Iraqis. An ongoing PTSD with no end in sight.
Nor will I mention the lack of pre-natal and post-natal care. Nor the forced ceasarians before their terms. Nor the increasing number of miscarriages. Nor the infants who do not stand a chance of seeing the light of day. Nor the children dying in loads...No, I will not mention any of that.

The current Health situation in Iraq is a tragedy of monumental proportions. It is yet another crime that both the U.S and the Iranian puppet government in Baghdad have committed.

As I said, the Ministry of Health is run by Muqtada al Sadr’s men. It is one of the ministries that has been affected the most by corruption. See my previous post “Foul Play.”

Under the Sadrists, the Health System has TOTALLY disintegrated. And there is a VERY SEVERE lack of services. Except maybe for their own hospital in Sadr City. Persian sectarianism oblige.

Twenty Billion $ have been allocated for Hospitals and Medical supplies. All of it has gone missing. Some of the equipment and medication are later found being sold on the black market.

The culprits are none other than the Ministry of Health AND foreign “reconstruction” contractors. The Americans, Brits and the rest of the parasites that have infected Iraq.

Out of 150 health projects, only 6 have been completed and not totally.
The Health Ministry along with these foreign contractors have cashed in the money. Again corruption and fraud of the highest order.

And the Iraqis are left with their diseases, amputations, wounds and scars in total indifference. Indifference by both the puppet government, the Americans and the so called International Community.

I have also not touched upon the displaced, inside and outside of Iraq who for the most part have absolutely NO access to any medical care whatsoever.
I have not even spoken of the all too common sight- that of mothers, selling some food they received in charity so they can take their child to a doctor...
I have not even touched upon those who are riddled with cancer and can’t afford morphine and are left to wither away in agony...

My God...I do not know anymore where to start and where to stop...

And when I think back to the days when Iraq according to the WHO (who is doing fuck all by the way, except entertaining the “doctors” of the civilized international community by paying them salaries of 10’000$ ++ a month so they can write reports and watch us die away slowly.) was considered the most advanced country in the Middle East in its health care system.

Not only we had the best doctors, all sent abroad for further studies and specializations. Not only we had the latest equipment. Not only we had some of the best hospitals and medical schools. Not only patients flocked from all over the Middle East to seek treatment in Baghdad...Not only that, but it was also ALL FREE of charge.


Our hospital beds today have no sheets. No covers. No meal is served, you bring your own. No gloves. No syringes. No Hygiene. No equipment. No medication. No nurses. No Doctors. No prenatal care. No post natal care. No nothing but...

A lot of everything that is ugly, evil, hideous...and I have no more words.

Bullets, disease, radioactivity, malnutrition, unemployment, poverty, corruption, sectarianism, chauvinism, fear, grief...

These are the viruses of the dual Occupation USA – Iran. No, triple occupation – let us not forget Israel in the North. But then Israel is right into the heart of Baghdad too, lecherously gnawing away at it.

Yes these are the viruses plaguing the “ New Liberated Iraq.”
Viruses that come from predators attacking, like rabid enraged wild animals...and contaminating everything and everyone.

In short, the virus of Genocide. A Genocide happening in front of your very eyes. And you can’t come later and say you were not told.

My rage is never ending...truly never ending, as I witness the so many levels of crimes you people have committed and the so many levels of lies you people have lied and the so many techniques of murder you people are using...Never ending.
Truly a disgrace to anything called a Human Being.

And I still see some giving support to those genocidal psychopaths like Muqtada al Sadr. And I still see some engaging in preemptive mourning for the equally criminal Iran instead of denouncing its role in the hell which is now Iraq. And I still hear that Iraq has to wait and grill away further, on the back burner. And I still see some totally living in willful denial, cajoling themselves as to how civilized their American/ Western world is.

Now I feel much sicker. Truly sick. This nasty flu is nothing in comparison.
It is a sickness I am unable to get rid of and unable to heal...
The sickness that comes from realizing that my country is very ill, debilitated by a feverish illness, diseased, ailing, crippled, agonizing...gone for ever.
The sickness that comes from realizing that You are that killer virus that is ravaging Her body away...


Painting : Iraqi female artist, Yaqeen Al-Dulaimi.

October 29, 2007

Surreal indeed.

I just read that Iraq is warning Turkey that an invasion would be disastrous...

Honestly, is this real or am I dreaming things up ?

Iraq is ALREADY invaded by BOTH the U.S.A , IRAN and ISRAEL in the North.

Why is the Iraqi government worried about one extra little invasion huh ?

Yalla, the more the merrier...Ahlan wa Sahlan as we say in Arabic.

Which reminds me of one smelly brave shit standing at the Iraqi -Jordanian frontier right after the U.S invasion, and letting in every single car, truck, bus, donkey, enter into Iraqi territory- no visas, no checks, no nothing and he was saying in that ugly nasal accent of yours: "Welcome to Eye Raq."

I say to Turkey, welcome to Eye Raq too.

October 27, 2007

Foul Play...

The Iraqi sectarian government is plagued with endemic corruption that totals around 4 Billion dollars per annum. The sectarian ministries, i.e those run by the exported thugs from Iran (M.Al.Sadr, Al Hakeem, Maliki,....) are the worst hit.

This is the government that America is upholding. This is the government we received from Iran. This is the government that the Anti-War greeted with flowers.

You can watch 2 videos from English Al Jazeera about our new "democratic" government by clicking here

Congratulations to the Iraqis with purple, green and red fingers of Liberation.
Ink, Dollars and Blood.

Enjoy.

A Family Tree.


I have spent all day drawing up my family tree i.e my genealogical tree.

I tried assembling all the information together. Souvenirs, memories, faces, locations, names...some sort of a mental compendium of an oral and visual history.

What I heard, whom I met, what was said about who, who married who, where did they come from, their origins, their sect, their religion, where they ended up, their life stories...

I tried to go as far back as I can, gathering all these little pieces and sat down and sketched the family tree, starting with my great grandparents -both maternal and paternal.

It was not easy...

Some of them are already gone for good. Some I never really bothered to find out more about, some I took for granted, some were too distant physically and some emotionally out of reach, and some were a taboo subject...

I spent hours remembering names and faces...They were difficult, painful hours...

My immediate family was just a branch of this tree amongst many other branches but we were all attached to the same trunk. We all belonged to the same trunk.

I got tired after a while and stopped this exercise...But I was curious as to why I had started it in the first place. Why this sudden need to delve into my own personal roots...

I have no clear answers.

Maybe because I have been feeling like a leaf that has fallen, amongst many other leaves, kind of scattered "pêle-mêle."

Maybe because winds blew us away, apart from one another, sometimes ripping whole branches to the ground...

Maybe it my own feeble attempt to hang on to something solid...like an imaginary tree when my own grounds are so shaky, almost non existent.

So I sketch trees instead, family trees...


I remember a long time ago, I lived through an earthquake, everything shook and not knowing what to do, I held on to some wall only to feel the wall wobble and crack...

It is the same now. Everything around me feels like this wall - wobbly, cracked...Fractured.

I console myself with the thought that I, at least, have the memory of a Tree. Something to give me strength, verticality, and a sense of belonging even if it is on some fictional, imaginary level...



I have serious doubts that the increasing number of Iraqi orphans can console themselves with that same thought.

A friend who is closely associated with an International Organization, told me that the unofficial figure for Iraqi orphans is 5 million. I have no way of verifying this figure but it does not surprise me.


Who will remind these orphans of their family tree? Who will tell them stories about their parents, grand parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, relatives...

Who will feed them? Who will nurse them? Who will hold them? Who will teach them how to draw trees? Who will recount their origins to them?

Thousands are growing up in the streets, in the garbage dumps, sleeping in packs, in some corner, in some rubbly building, in some orphanage, abused, neglected, traumatized for life...

And if they ever make it to adulthood, that is if they do not commit suicide before or fry their brains in drugs or end up incarcerated in some prison for petty theft...or get caught in some pedophile ring, or see their life story written in some brothel at the hands of some perverted adult... What will they tell you?

What Tree will they sketch ?

Do you ever think of them ? Do they ever cross your mind ? Or are you just sadistically pleased with your great Iraqi production ?

I really have to say it - You are a VILE lot. Every single one of you. And that includes you too, impotent, treacherous Arab shits. And that includes you too perverted, sly Iranians you and your supporters. And that includes you too, sectarian heinous, repulsive Iraqis.


There are also hundreds of other Iraqi children rotting away in local prisons, under the pretext of helping the "insurgents."

Prisons run by the sectarian militias from Iran. Militias, that you, anti-war, another category of shits, support.
Militias run by the bastard driller Muqtada al Sadr and the Al Hakeem clan and the Maliki puppet whom you welcomed with flowers in Washington D.C.

And you wonder why I call you VILE? And you wonder why I call you a DISGRACE?


An article appeared yesterday, and it states that these child prisoners show signs of severe torture. Read on.

"The five children showed signs of torture all over their bodies. Three had marks of cigarettes burns over their legs and one couldn't speak as the shock sessions affected his conversation..." (full article here)

It is believed that there are about 220 child prisoners in Iraqi governmental run prisons. I say bullshit to that. Multiply this number by 3 at least, if not more.


It is also common to witness an armed militia man walking into some hospital with some sick child prisoner (sometimes not older than 12) and the doctors have to treat and ask no questions whatsoever. Some of these children are diagnosed with STD.

Would you like to see your own children in a similar state ?


So you have the orphans, the child prisoners and you also have another category, the traumatized for life, beyond help category.

Take this one for instance;

"Salah Hashimy, 14, has lost his parents, sisters and many friends since the US-led invasion in 2003; finally there was no one to look after him. He lacks education, love and support, a combination that, according to doctors, caused his mental health problems. My memory is very weak but I cannot forget when I saw my sister being raped by militants until she died," Hashimy said." (full article here)

And we all know, all of us Iraqis know, who does the "professional" raping in Baghdad.
None but the sectarian militias from Iran and IN PARTICULAR Jaysh Al-Mahdi of your "patriotic" Muqtada al Sadr. And they are ALL "rogue elements."
And this is a FACT.
Congratulations to you, anti-war shits, supporters of Genocide.


So tell me, o'civilized ones, how will these children draw a Family Tree?

What will they say ? Our family tree was bombed, raped, tortured, murdered, imprisoned, broken, exiled in the name of Democracy ?

Or will they just stare at you and point their fingers at your eyes ?

Or having lost it all, will they later join the Resistance, and clean us from your filth...and find a sense of belonging ?

Only then, will they be able not only to create a NEW Family Tree, but also draw One...replacing the one you viciously and violently uprooted them from.
The one you robbed them from ever experiencing.
The one you never allowed them to feel or...remember.


Painting: Iraqi artist, Khaled Al-Qassab, 1999.

October 25, 2007

Papier Mâché...


An acquaintance approached me the other day and suggested I join the world of media/journalism. Utilize my writing skills and whatever intelligence I have left, to good use...

Good use? Because the media is good news? And am not only talking about mainstream media here...

Besides, becoming part of some media - and that includes some of the “alternative media” also known for its share of blatant lies - means I will no longer be allowed to tell you some basic truths.

And I don’t want to miss out on the fun by being clustered and cooped in some box writing news reports when I can sit here and spill it all out, without having to be so " objective, impartial and fair ” about it.

I know, some may think it is very important to get the Truth out. Big deal.

The Truth is out and knowing the Truth out there is not ENOUGH . ACTING on that truth is what brings results.

And acting on that truth does not consist of signing petitions and joining a protest once a year either.

And acting on that truth does not consist of reading articles and passing them on and filing them in your inbox under the "truth."

All of this remains words on paper...

Daily, you read words and papers. A bulimia of words and papers...So ?
Daily, I read thousands of words and write them too...So?

Has it changed anything? Has it improved anything ? Has it given me and millions of other Iraqis any hope...?

Sadly, the answer is NO.

Why is that?

History shows that words followed by actions moved masses and produced change.

How come you are still asleep when a Genocide is happening in your name?

And repeat that word GENOCIDE, until it sinks in deep, into your thick skulls.

How come you are still asleep when you are regurgitating words daily ?

How come you are so sunk deep into some lethargy unable to move yet you go on babbling away about the intricacies of politically correct definitions ?



So in reply to this acquaintance and his suggestion, my answer is NO. I will not join any media.


I know you will say because the media manipulates, etc...We are not being told the truth, we are fed lies, we have been robbed of what this country - yours - stands for and what our founding fathers - yours - fought for and after all we are suffering too, we are overstressed, overworked, underpaid, riddled with hormones, numbed, etc...etc...etc...

More words again...Delusional words and delusional beliefs.

I have news for you here and they are not good.


You are not only being fed lies, you entertain those lies by constantly lying to yourselves as well.

The ILLEGAL invasion and occupation of Iraq. Its massive, irremediable DESTRUCTION. Its untold suffering. Its deaths in the millions. Its refugees in the millions. Its plundering in the billions of $. Its rape and torture; physical, geographical, psychological, social, spiritual...right down to the individual body. Its contamination with the most lethal chemical weapons in history; DU, phosphorus bombs, Neutron bombs, cluster bombs, Napalm...
Its stripping it away from any identity, from its history, from its roots, from its people...and I can go on and on and on...

ALL of that has failed to MOVE YOU TO ACT.

And that despite your knowing "alternative medias" and reading hundreds of articles, and joining hands in prayers, and participating in conferences and giving speeches and showing up on you tube, and blogging and interviews... and, and, and...


And you want me to believe your lies of how you have been robbed of the ideals of what your nation stood for ? Who are you kidding here ?

You are kidding none but yourselves.

Iraq was the golden opportunity that you have deliberately or stupidly failed to seize. And I call that BAD FAITH.

Iraq was the golden historical opportunity for you to finally put into practice those ”ideals of your founding fathers” that you o' so preach about all the time...

But you did NOT. And that is a FACT!

And I will tell you why you did not. Simple. Because you have no such ideals. You are deluding yourselves.

You have forgotten that your so called "democracy" has been nothing but a SHAM, a travesty from the very beginning.

And you have also conveniently forgotten that your so called "democracy" only gave rights to "african americans" in the late 60's. And that is just 40 years ago.
Until then, you were living segregated lives...preaching “democracy.”

So what ideals are you exactly talking about?

And I can go on and on about your own history but your history does not interest me...anymore. You do not interest me either. Nor you, nor your collective or individual stories...

Words and more words...and more words.

Files of papers filled with words, riddled with words like bullets. And this is exactly what your words ended up as, they ended as...BULLETS.

Bullets that ripped through us, through our being, our psyche, our identity, our culture, our very existence...

So spare me your words, articles, news, analysis, research, theories...papers.

And remember you are not to preach to me, someone whose ancestral fathers invented the letter and the word and taught you how to write.

You are nothing but words on paper. And we have become nothing but a target people riddled with your bullets.

Take your words and your papers and make some papier mâché.

And here is a definiton of what papier mâché means

"...shreds of paper mixed with glue or paste, that can be molded into various shapes when wet and becomes hard...when dry."

They make boxes out of papier mâché. So make boxes out your words and papers...and store more words and paper in them.

Or if you feel terribly charitable and want to give yourselves a good conscience, ship your papier mâché boxes over to Iraq as...coffins.

Only then can you truly pride yourselves by remembering your “founding fathers."
And let it go down the annals of your glorious "history" as - and don't forget to quote me...

"We killed them with bullets, covered them in words and buried them in paper boxes."

Congratulations to you and your founding fathers.


Painting: Iraqi artist, Moed Mohsen (date n/a)

October 24, 2007

At the Gates...


Insomnia has become a trusted friend.
Sleep steals me away from her, for a couple of hours and she jealously snatches me back...
I used to fight her, now I accept. She asks me “what is on your mind?” and my only reply to her is “Iraq.”

I think, breathe, eat, drink, write, dream, cry, sleep...Iraq.
An addiction, an obsession, a torment...

It is not only a question of longing or nostalgia or anger, like a boiling volcano that will never subside...It is not only a yearning for things past, or a grief for people and things gone...

It is deeper, way deeper than that...

When insomnia is sitting next to me, like some night keeper, like some watchdog, like some guardian...I ask myself and I ask her to hand me, the thread, the lead, the clue...the key to this upheaval I feel inside of me.

It is like a wall, I can’t penetrate. And I try to search for some loophole, some crack...anything, simply anything which will help me see beyond it.

Beyond this wall, this thick steel, brick, curtain that is erected in front of me and that follows me everywhere I go, blocking my vision, my horizon, my sight, my future...
An impasse, a cul de sac, a labyrinthe...

I know there is something I need to reconcile with, and yet cannot bring myself to.
A knowledge, a truth, I willfully deny or circumvent...And with which, I battle and wrestle - refusing to accept. Simply refusing.

And uttering this truth, with Insomnia sitting next to me, is like blaspheming at the ancient Gods, then secretly pleading in hiding, to be spared their wrath.

I do not want to share it with you. I do not want you to partake in it. I do not want you to commiserate in it. I do not want you to rejoice in it...

I shall keep it a well guarded secret. Only Insomnia knows, she is the gate keeper and she buries it every night.
And when the first light of dawn knocks at my window, she retreats tiptoeing, carrying it away with her.

At times she is generous with me, she allows me to linger on, eyeing through those loopholes and cracks...and she hands me the key.

And then I spot Her.

I spot Her at the Gates of the old City.

I see Her carrying a suitcase. I tell Her “Come with me, come...leave them.”
And She, holding a suitcase in one hand and a map in the other, looks over Her shoulder...towards the ruins.
She shakes Her head, and walks back through the gates of the old city.

I want to pull Her out, grab her and take Her with me, but I know She will not succumb.
Sometimes, I see her lying by the gates of the old city and a million daggers in Her body. I want to reach out and drag Her through but She kicks and fights back, refusing to surrender.

She cannot leave them behind. They are Her children too. And I cannot leave Her behind either.

She is my motherland, my mother tongue, my country. She is my Mother.

And as I watch through the gates...As I watch Her in her different states...
Sometimes battling with a million daggers, sometimes carrying a suitcase of exile...

You throw words and wilted flowers attached to a thin transparent string, dangling in mid air...And when you are very generous, you throw a worn out, used blanket, pierced with a million holes.

And you tell me and Her, “Here cover yourselves, with this blanket, and hold on to that thread.”

Leaving us both, fighting the demons, at the gates of this old city.
Leaving us both in the wakefulness brought by your Destruction...


Insomnia has to go now, it is broad day light. She has just walked out the door, carrying your wilted flowers, your words and your worn out blanket. Throwing the whole bundle in a pile of Garbage.

A pile of garbage, soon to be swept away like dust...
Like dust from the Gates of this old city. This old city in ruins.


Painting: Iraqi artist, Moed Mohsen (date n/a)

October 23, 2007

A Short Lesson...


Do you want to know what am doing right now ?

Of course, you will think to yourself, this woman is a bit of a moron, really- asking such a question. It is so damn obvious what she is doing, she’s typing away on her keyboard.

Wow ! You really guessed right, here.
So, you do still have some common sense and you can spot the obvious. Hats off to you. Am impressed.

Now let’s see if you spot that one.

" U.S. working to stop Turkey from invading Iraq."

How does that strike you ?

I know it's difficult but think again, after all you guessed right about my typing away at some keyboard…

Too difficult ? Ok, let me give you a simpler one.

Iran to the U.S - stop meddling in Iraq. U.S. to Iran - stop meddling in Iraq.

Is this one any simpler for you ?

Nope? Elusive huh? Complicated equation ? No common sense ? Can’t figure out the logic ?

Ok we give it one more try...

No, wait, wait...

Maybe I should start with an elementary lesson in Politics 101 -
"Definitions of Sovereignty."


How about you go and study that a little and then come and reply to some obvious questions.

Thank you. End of Class. See you tomorrow.


Painting : Iraqi artist, Muhammed Muhradin

October 22, 2007

A perfect Baby formula


I have often wondered if Americans are breast fed criminality...or maybe some especially made, designed baby formula only available in the U.S.

And exported to Great Britain, Israel and other corners of the world where you have your trusted allies.

Or maybe it is the other way round, an Israeli baby formula injected into your own infants, or maybe a British baby formula patent that you took over and refined...

Whatever it is that you were given as children has proved to be very effective.
You have indeed grown up into the perfect strong adults, into the perfect "master" race, of...criminality. Of this, I have absolutely no doubt.

As a matter of fact, your breast feeding has not stopped in childhood, it continues right into your advanced years, ensuring that you remain an orally voracious group, sublimating raw cannibalism through murder.

A series of pictures, or should I call them your trophies, or maybe the remains of your today's meal, have appeared following your aerial bombardment of Madinat Al Thawra now baptized Sadr city.

Many toddlers in these pictures, blown to pieces...and a few youngsters, blown to pieces too and a few adults blown to pieces, as well...

Charred and barbequed, just the way you like 'em.

So what was it, rare to medium rare or well done ?


I also could not help but notice, how very thin, wasted and washed out these bodies both alive and dead are...How emaciated they are...Rags dolls for your brave, healthy children.

Poverty, hunger, unemployement, disease... must be your preferred spices.
Your preferred condiments, the accompanying sauces that go with your grill parties...

For those who still need to wet their carnivorous appetites, you can see more of your trophies here.


I honestly have no more words. All the insults, slurs in the world are not enough for you...Nothing is enough for you. Nothing at all.

Everyday, under the pretext of either Al Qaeda, insurgents, militants, or whatever imaginary name you coined, you have not ceased, not even for one day, slaughtering our innocents.

For 4 years, you have not ceased for one single day. Not during holiday periods, not during religious celebrations, not even during the day your so called God was born...if you have a God that is.

I think Jesus is weeping blood. Our blood.

Shameless, primitive, repugnant, monstruous, abject things that you are.


These pictures were made available because the so called "Iraqi" sectarian government that you put into power found it necessary to make them available precisely because of its sectarianism.

However, many other air raids of yours have gone unreported with no pictures, because they fell in non shia areas. I can give you the names of Sayediya, Amel, Fadil, Adhamiya, Almeriya....where the air raids were not even mentioned...and where the dead were silently buried without even a sound...

Your air raids on sunnis are considered halal by our sectarian fascist government but are considered haram when it comes to its sect...

And of course, our sectarian Iraqi government from Iran, will never publish the pictures of those who have been drilled to death by its own militias. Militias for the most part, formed in madinat Al Thawra i.e Sadr City...

Of course, you did not go after these militias who tortured and burned to death.
No, you and the Iraqi government helped them...they served your purpose of ethnic cleansing...for the partition to take place with not too much fuss....

In any event, whoever you target and by which ever means, does not make you less of a criminal. Quite the contrary, it enhances your criminality to higher forms of perfection...

I have one wish for you, one prayer, is that your criminality gets even better...
I want you to raise it to the point of a perfect art, heighten it to an almost "divine" level...Till you rapture, a good, once and for all rapture...

Do continue slaughtering us the way you do...and let your future mothers keep on feeding that same formula, or breast feed, depending on what tickles your fancies and your gustative palates...

Am sure they too, have it circulating in their system like blood....have it in their veins, their breasts and even in their ovaries and wombs...

They must do, otherwise how else can they produce such perfect criminals like you.

October 21, 2007

Blind Dates...



I have a "friend" let's call her Mona...

Mona is supposedly a friend, or pretends to be, or at least we have this tacit agreement to pretend that we are indeed "friends."

Mona wants to be my friend.
My heart tells me, beware...
But I play along, the social game of "friendship," female friendships.

Feminine Solidarity ? Please do not make me laugh...
And if you add, femin(ist) to it, you will be cracking me up in giggles...

You must be wondering why all of this ? Wait till you hear my latest.

Mona calls me. She says:

- Hiiiiiiii, why don't you ever pick your phone?

Mona has a "strange way" of extending, stretching her words...

- Mona, hello, I hate phones. You know me.(or so I assumed)

- Listen, I want you to meet him.

- Him, who is him ?

- Listen, he is a grrrrreat guy. He is a man of this world?

- Man of this world? You mean a playboy, an Arab Don Juan, an Arab Casanova ?

- oufffff Laylaaaa. Why do you have to complicate things. He is divorced, and has been around...I think you should meet him.-

- Been around ? What do you mean?

- Ya'aani, you know what I mean. He has been around...

Of course, I did not know what she meant by "been around"...

What was this guy? Some kind of Marco Polo on some discovery expedition of "new territory" ?

- Mona, if he is so swell, why don't you date him yourself ?

- Laylaaaaaaaa, you know how much am into X.

X. happens to be some guy who dates every air head in town... Mona loves X and hopes she will "land" him soon...

I have often wondered why some women use the word "land."

Are they fighter pilots, about to land some airplane in stormy weathers?

Like " please fasten your seat belts, put your life saving jacket and head to the nearest exit" kind of landing ?

and Mona goes on...

- Yalla, enough. Your ass is full of cellulite from too much sitting around computers...

- How do you know Mona, have you seen my ass ?

- Noooooooo, but you are always sitting around some computer...

- My ass is in perfect shape, despite occupations and what have you...

- efffff, Layla. Yallaaaaa meet him, forget about politics.

Frankly, I had my cell phone in one hand, and my eyes on some report on Iraqi women, and to shut her up...I said:

- Ok, Mona, I shall meet him, Next ?

- Grrrrreat. I will give him your phone number, and wear a dress plzzz.

- Okkkkkay Mona, I shall...byeeeee


A few hours later , my "beau" calls me. We arrange for a very blind date, late afternoon.

Late afternoon is not early evening, is not early dinner, is not late night drinks.
Late afternoon is late afternoon.

To cut a long story short, I wear a dress, black, of course. And for a change, pick a pair of high heel shoes...put some lipstick and dab some perfume and am all set...for the emergency exit.

The place where I live is filled with holes...
What I mean is that the pavements are covered with huge cracks.
Of course, "Layla on a date," had to step into one of them and trip with her high heels.

And here I was, landing on my face and ending up with a sprained ankle and a bruised elbow, thinking of my "beau" waiting for me...

What a bad omen, I thought to myself...

I picked myself up and hailed a cab. They would stop and stare, honk and drive away...

As you know, there a theee things you really don't want to mess with in the Arab world. The three sh's...

1) Shurta (police). 2) Shofarieh (taxi drivers) and 3) sharameet (hookers).


What the fuck is going on here?

Last time I felt so jinxed was during my brother's wedding when his wife threw her wedding bouquet my way...

Ever since, I have known no peace. And we got invaded soon after...Not that am blaming my sister in law for that.


To cut a long story short, I finally made it to our "rendez vous."

I looked around, searching and "my beau" was nowhere to be seen.

I finally spotted some guy in a dark suit, sitting in a corner holding a cigar...

I secretly prayed "God, please don't let it be him..."

Again, God did not listen to my prayers... For it was him indeed.

I waved in a Mona style,"hiiiiiii", and introduced myself...

Oh Mama ! What a moment of truth...

Finally seated, I faced Marco Polo or should I call him Robinson Crusoe?

- Sorry am late, I...(of course I could not tell him I fell on my face, sprained my ankle, and bruised my elbow).

-It's okay, he waved, sucking on his cigar...

Oh Mama! I had one look at his face and all I could see was some horizontal mustache spread from ear to ear like some Antar.

You know Antar? He is the guy from the fable of Antar and Abla. The stud who saves Abla. And I was no Abla for sure...

I was just a Layla with an excruciating pain in my ankle and high heels shoes too tight for my poor feet.

But,I was not the only one with "tight" around.
He, too had a tie so tightly knotted around his neck, I felt he was about to die, from self strangulation any minute now...

His face took on red colors and he looked as if he was gasping for air...from the tie.

I nearly fainted...

I was polite despite my fainting bouts...too polite if you ask me. I tried "Western Christian" tolerance...

After all, it is not his fault for having such a long mustache and only God knows how much I hate facial hair. Maybe a reaction to seeing too many bearded ones suddenly sprouting out of nowhere...

I did what I do best, let the other talk, except this one would not stop...

My listening skills consisted of monosyllables, like " hmmm, ohhh, ahh, emmm..."

But the "tournure", the turning point came about when Marco Polo asked, sucking on his cigar :

- So what do you do for fun?

- Fun?...(I had lost the meaning of the word fun for quite some time. What is fun ?)

I know your brave boys shooting for fun, or raping for fun...Someone give me a new definition of fun. NOW please.

Of course, Mr. Marco Polo did not even bother to hear my reply, he continued...

- Entertainment has become so available and cheap these days.

- Oh really ? What kind ?

- You know...

And I saw that twinkling smile in the corner of his eyes, overshadowing his horizontal mustache...giving it some brightness, some light...some force...some male power...

- No I don't (playing dumb as usual)

- You know, ever since...

- Ever since ?

- Ever since, you know, Iraq ...

- What do you mean ?

- Ever since...there are so many "poor" Iraqi women around...


He needed say no more...I understood. Perfectly, understood.


If there is one aspect of the Occupation that I detest most...
If there is one consequence of the American Occupation that I loathe the most, it is that one...

Of course, I hate all of its aspects, but this one is the hardest to swallow...

That of seeing young and old Iraqi women, selling themselves...

Never mind your Adam Smith theories of supply and demand. Never mind, your old adage of it being the oldest trade around. I simply don't buy it.

My question is thus, how many horizontal mustaches "sin frontera" did it take?


Ok, let me try again.

How many motherfuckers, Americans and various other nationalities did it take to turn our women into forced " prostitutes" ?


Are you shocked by the words "motherfucker" ?

Everytime you "fuck" with one of us, you are a motherfucker...

You are indeed fucking your own mother.

Does not matter if she is 16 or 60.

We are holders of that "essential knowledge" being the first and most likely the last around...

And no, you know nothing about civilizations. You are too busy with "it".

But our women do...They know everything about it. They saw it. They saw civilization in pieces, reflected in your eyes, whilst you were doing your thing... and whilst they thought of their kids and the bare, empty, rotting, dining tables...


Despite their heavy make-up.
Despite their dancing around some cigar smoker, horizontally mustached Antar.
Despite waiting for those 5 dollars bills falling in their lap after some "motherfucker" like yourself, has thrown it their way...

WE hold that knowledge.

And we fuck you, you don't fuck us... Do remember that one.

Since you could not get us through sanctions and bombs, you try to get us through our bodies...

Oh! That body, how many a times it was violently exposed to your lust.

Reality is crude and I am Reality.

How you lusted after those virgin breasts, those virgin thighs, those well preserved openings...

You did everything in your power to make sure the gates would open...

Forcibly open, for some horizontally mustached guy or some clean cut brave boy, or some impotent cigar smoker motherfucker handing out his dollar bills...

A 5 or 10 dollar bill that will feed a baby's suckling mouth. A 5 or 10 dollar bill
that will buy some bread, finally delivered on some rotting table...

And you can go on sucking on your cigars, slogans, theories or whatever the fuck that turns you on...

And you spend the rest of your time filling in gaps...

Finding the right words, the right sentence, the right political theory that "fits."

That fits the holes...that fits..."the sociological" anaylsis...of cause and effect....and you produce your articles.

So well thought out, so well structured, so well balanced...
Articles, statistics, reportage, documentaries, films...
And you celebrate great achievements. You stroke your shoulder, in moments of nostalgia, remembering that pat on the back...for being o'so humane...

And you lay back, smoking your cigar or your slogan, like some brave hero, figuring out what to say next...


And I sit here, on a blind date, searching...
Searching for some hand that will save me...save me from words, from perceptions...from theories, from a reality that you created and are too busy analyzing, explaining, defining...or fucking...

And I sit here, across some horizontally mustached man...
And I see in his eyes hundreds of horizontal women, waiting, in the blindness of the night, waiting...for it to be over, for it to cease, for it to turn around...


And I can't help think, of them, of me, of us...And I see your faces, turned away, theorizing, cashing in, or shooting...

All blindly...shooting away words, shoooting away bullets, shooting away...some virility...

Sucking on cigars, or sucking on guns...

And I look around and see nothing but blind faces, blind eyes, blind souls...and wonder with all this blindness, when will the final date come.



Painting: Iraqi artist, Raed Farhan.

October 19, 2007

The Silence of Sheep...


I really, really, had no inclination to write anything tonight.

Iraq leaves me drained, tired, exhausted, and most of the time depressed...
I thought to myself, I will just read a few articles and head to bed. Fight the insomnia and head to a bed. Not my bed, but a bed nonetheless...

I have a ritual. I check my mail, publish comments on my blog, respond, then surf the sites...

On three occasions I checked uruknet.info. for any "fresh" news, that might have escaped my attention and on these three occasions, I saw the picture of Ali Hassan al Majeed staring back at me.

I thought to myself, maybe Uruknet.website has made it a point to "fix" the picture of Ali Hassan Al-Majeed, a cousin of the late Saddam Hussein.
But that was not the case. It was just a "coincidence."

I intuitively understood that Hassan Ali Al-Majeed was either being executed, about to be executed or already dead.

I checked newswires but could not find anything except an article on al-Jazeerah stating that Al Hassan Al Majeed is to be executed soon, in the coming days...

Why do I have a feeling it's already a done job? Maybe it is those eyes staring at me...

The puppet government waited for after the Eid period...so as not to "fumble" it like they did the first, second, third and fourth time...

Another Iraqi hanged. Another true Iraq hanged. And not one word...

They called him "chemical" Ali.

Should I call you "criminal" Americans, or "depleted uranium" Americans and Brits ? Or maybe I should call you "torturer, driller" Iranians, or maybe "cluster, phosphorus bombs" Israelis...

The one with no sin should cast the first stone...

Come forward if you can, if you dare.

That includes you too, so called "Iraqis."
Show me your innocent hands. Show me the hands who were not dipped in ink. Not tainted in any blood and above all show me your pockets...

As for the Kurds, honestly, do you still believe you have any credibility?

I for one, have not ceased denouncing you. Honestly now, does your fat buffoon, everyone's pimp and agent, Talabani, or his wife Horo, or Zebbari, the university drop-out and relative of the kurdish ruling clan, or the drug dealer Barazani hold any credibility? Did they ever have any credibility ?

I am fortunate to be old enough and to know your histories, your resumés, one by one...And I smile because I know what a corrupt lot, what a murderous lot you are.

I know how you sold your asses not only to Israel, Iran and America, but how you sell your asses to each other...in the name of "Kurdistan."

As for the sectarian Shi'as. I roll on the floor laughing...

Every single Iraqi knows the Al-Hakeem family, the al-Sadr family, whence they came from, how they amassed money, how they killed, murdered, raped...WE all know you.

We know your hatred for Iraq and Iraqis. We know your hatred for Arabs. We know your hatred for Sunnis and Arab Shia's alike. We know you inside out...

Is there anything new you want to teach me, you motherfuckers ?

So you gang up on "chemical" Ali ? Ha! Your hands are dripping with blood you motherfuckers. With blood of innocents...And now you talk of Justice?

So what was the exact number? 100'000, 180'000, 2 million, 5'000 or 500 ?
Make up your fucking minds, because all I see are different quotes and different figures...

But you can't make up your minds, you want the plot to thicken don't you?
Got news for you, it is transparent. Your plot is transparent, lucid, limpid...

You sold us in the process of selling yourselves.
You turned us into prostitutes, beggars, scavengers...and you still latch onto our bodies, grabbing the last morsels of what is left of us...grabbing it, and sinking your ugly yellowed vampire teeth along with your ugly beards, into our flesh...

And those of us who are already dead, you sucked them dry, sucking every single drop from them, and left them lying for the dogs to eat their remains...


As for you, International Community of my Ass, Human Rights organizations of my Butt, Consciousness raising groups of my Bottom, Anti-War movements of my Farts...

Where are you?
Where were you?


And you bloggers, the "sophisticated" ones, with the right jargon, with the right terminology, with the right sentences... Where the fuck are you?

And you alternative websites, how come this silence?
Did you finish snoring? Did you finish mind fucking one another? Or are you waiting for the final revelation to descend upon you? Or maybe waiting to check...your final bank account balance?

O' "bearers" of human rights and justice, how come this silence ?
What happened to your torchs ? Did they suddenly die out and you are too busy fumbling in the dark ? Groping each other in one final outcry of an orgasm ?

And you wankers, called Iraqi bloggers and other Arab shits.
Are you good at anything - except gossip and slandering ? And checking your site meters to see how many hits you reached today ? Displaying your international flags like some medals...
Or writing your boring, tedious activities of the day pretending you are so o' revolutionary ?

Wankers is what you are. Masturbators is what you are.
The eternal narcissistic masturbators in front of your cyber mirrors, hoping to get some interview somewhere from some white fat old ass...and make a name in the process.

Sheep. The Sheep of Silence, the Sheep of Cowardice, the Sheep of Hypocrisy, the Sheep of Complicity, the Sheep of Ass Leasing...and Ass Licking.

No wonder you are silent...the silence of sheeps grazing...munching away, on dried up, rotten, decayed, putrid, foul smelling pastures of dead bodies...

Pastures made of us.


Painting : Iraqi artist, Moed Mohsen, (date n/a)

October 18, 2007

Bad Pawns



So, America has finally woken up to the Armenian Genocide in a perfect timing that just haphazardly coincides with:

a) matter of fact talks in D.C about the partition plan of Iraq.

b) with incursions by Turkey into Northern Iraq to fight off another brand of potential Kurdish warlords the PKK backed by our own warlords Talabani and Barazani.
This latter fled to Najaf, hiding behind the skirts of Ammar al Hakeem of the SIIC or maybe behind Muqtada al Sadr's – Go figure.

And Turkey,the other day, said through its military spokesman “ties with the U.S might be irreversibly damaged.” A combo of the bill on the Armenian Genocide and this headache of the PKK.

Now you really don’t want to mess with the Turks...A humble piece of advice from me.

And, last but not least

c) a full backing by Ammar Al Hakeem, head of SIIC, member of the puppet government in Baghdad, in support of the partition plan. His sick father, Abdel Aziz al Hakeem, urged his son not to forget the “regions.” Since daddy's plea, Ammar has visited the Anbar provinces and met with Abu Risha, a Sunni joker just like the other Sunni joker/puppet Tariq al Hashemi who seems to equally flirt with the Biden idea.

(see my post "True Colors" and for those with a strong stomach, check also “New map of Iraq”)

Interesting developments, don’t you think?

Is someone trying to isolate Turkey by any chance ? Is someone wanting to inflame the Turkish Kurds as this Turkish PKK militant said to a journalist.

Murat Karayilan, head of the armed wing of the PKK, told the Associated Press on Saturday that Turkey could expect to meet tough resistance if its forces crossed the border. Iraq's Kurds will not support the Turkish army," he said. If Turkey starts its attack, we will swing the Turkish public opinion by political, civil and military struggle."

Is someone preparing another “Turkish repression against the Kurds” litany of woes ?

Is someone trying to deepen the fabricated Sunni–Shia divide by nastily teasing Turkey ?

Or maybe someone is simply not happy with an Islamic Turkish party being the dominant player and wants to eradicate this whole idea of Islamic parties even if they happen to be part of a secular system ?

Or maybe it is a preparation for an “independent Kurdistan” that will include parts of Turkey or at least force it into accepting one in Northern Iraq?


I say a bit of all the above, with the predominant feature being that of Kurdish independence and by correlation the partition of Iraq...
Yes that is no.1 on the Agenda. It has been decided so in D.C. by the Zionist-Jewish Lobby.

I have already covered Kurdish historical relations with Israel and Iran.
(see one my earlier post-“Our Brothers the Kurds”)

Since the Americans and their lapdogs, the Brits, designated no-fly zones in 1991, the ties between the Kurds,Israel and Iran, have deepened and they have become soul mates, so to speak.

A few reminders and examples (and I have a nice pack) of the Kurdish - Israeli -American - Iranian love affair.

1) Friday Dec.6, 1996. Kurds aided by Mossad says writer from the Jerusalem Post. “Israel’s foreign intelligence agency, the Mossad operated for 10 years in Iraq. The book “Broken Hope” by Shlomo Nakdimon, published by the daily newspaper, Yediot Aharanot, said the book was based on interviews with 70 people most of whom were Mossad agents and Israeli soldiers. Some described how the Mossad organized the Kurds into units that attacked Iraqi troops in the North, killing 10’000 Iraqi soldiers."

2) On 15.3.2002. The Turkish daily Hurriet said: "...quoting a report prepared recently by the Turkish intelligence units that the Kurdistani Democratic party led by Masoud al-Barazani and the Kurdistani National Federation led by Jalal Talibani are establishing close relations with Syria and Iran."
The report said that al-Barazani started to develop his relations with both Syria and Iran in order to minimize the Turkish influence, noting that in light of this fact, al-Barazani is making intensive efforts to open new border gates like the two gates "Haj Omran" and "Fais Khabour," with the aim of making a link up to other countries, instead of the border Khabour gate between Turkey and the Northern Iraq area.

The report unveiled that the al-Barazani administration intensified its work to found an independent Kurdish state in northern Iraq area and that in collaboration with the Kurdistani National Federation, held secret talks recently in Germany in order to prevent any obstruction act by the Turkish side, before the founding of this state, which is expected to be declared following a possible American strike in Iraq.

The report remarked that the two administration of al-Talibani and al-Barazani expect the return back of the Turkish security forces in North Iraq to Turkey very shortly, and therefore they are planning for the imposition of an UN forces at the site, to replace these forces, noting that al-Barazani has prepared also the Iraqi federal state constitution in order to convert it into an independent state in the future, stressing that the Kurdish language is the official Language for Kurdistan area.”


3) On 19.3.2003 the BBC Arabic news service quotes Talabani saying in Teheran:
”We are in dire need of Iran’s help in establishing security and stability in Iraq" (Teheran nov.27)

4)On Monday June 21, 2004, a Guardian article bearing the title of “ Israelis using Kurds to build power base” says: “Israel has always supported the Kurds in a Machiavellian way - a balance against Saddam," one former Israeli intelligence officer told the New Yorker."

5) On August 3rd 2005, the Washington Post reports that the CIA created a para military group called the “Scorpions” (The CIA would not discuss it), made of exiled Iraqis, trained them in counter insurgency tactics. Those who helped recruit them were Kurds and they infiltrated Iraq in 2002.

“Authorized by a presidential finding signed by President Bush in February or March 2002, the Scorpions were part of a policy of "regime change" in Iraq. The covert members, many of whom were exiles recruited by the Kurds, were trained in target identification, explosives and small arms at two secret bases in Jordan, according to one US government official.
They were sent surreptitiously into Iraq before the war and were in cities such as Baghdad, Fallujah and Qaim to give the impression that a rebellion was underway and to conduct light sabotage, according to the two defense sources and the three former and current intelligence officials. "They painted X's [for targeting] on buildings and things like that," said one former intelligence officer….After the initial combat phase of the war, the CIA used the paramilitary units as translators and to fetch supplies and retrieve informants in an increasingly dangerous Iraq where CIA officers largely stayed within the protected Green Zone, according to the officials….When they entered Iraq after the invasion, because they wore civilian clothes and traveled in civilian vehicles…”

6)
On 9.12.2005, Kurd.net website quotes from Kasrat Rasoul, a former prime minister of Kurdistan and a senior figure in Talabani's PUK party. "If an Islamic party becomes the government in Iraq or if there is a civil war between the Sunnis and Shi'ites, then we will separate” and the article continues “But at heart secession remains a dream, and for the meantime the Kurds, long-time allies of Washington, are sticking to the line that Iraq is united -- unless civil war forces it to collapse, or future stability makes a secession vote possible” and the article continues: “Were they ever to do so, they also have a well-disciplined, 250,000-strong militia force, known as the peshmerga, to defend their territory -- a corner of northeastern Iraq where business is booming…”

7)
On the 20th of September 2006, the BBC reports that Israelis are training Kurdish forces and I quote : “The BBC has obtained evidence that Israelis have been giving military training to Kurds in northern Iraq. A report on the BBC TV program Newsnight showed Israeli experts in northern Iraq, drilling Kurdish militias in shooting techniques..."

Patience, am not finished yet...

And Iran, your darling Iran, where the SIIC party of Al Hakeem, The Dawa’a guys like Maliki, Al Jaafari, Jawad Solaghr, and Muqtada Al Sadr...amongst others have been hiding for years preparing alongside the Kurds - the partition of Iraq. And I quote:

“2002 In June, the SCIRI (now SIIC) met with US State Department officials in Washington to discuss cooperation in a potential war against the Iraqi regime. The US offered military funding to the group. In December, the SCIRI(SIIC) met with other Iraqi opposition groups in London to discuss options for a post-Saddam Iraq.
"The sources said the US had started a ‘flurry of contacts with various forces among the Iraqi opposition... Intensive contacts are being held with both the Kurdish and Shi'ite opposition in order to establish springboards for potential operations..."
[The Australian, July 1, 2002].

Am still not done...

I have also mentioned the evil necessity of ethnic and sectarian cleansing to prepare the demographic grounds for Partition. (see my post "Persian for Dummies" - entre autres)

At the risk of repeating myself for the 100th time, I reiterate. The South and parts of the Center of Iraq have been totally cleansed from Sunnis. Sabeans, and Christians by the sectarian Militias from Iran and Jaysh al Mahdi is one of the militias involved.

The North, and again I repeat, has been ethnically cleansed from Arabs, Christians, Yazidis, Sabeans, and Turkmens...in preparation for the Kurdish Independent State that a lot of you applauded and that a lot of you helped contribute to its establishment by fabricating grotesque lies about Kurdish "oppression"...not to mention Shia "repression". I will never forgive you for this one.

Bref, let me continue...

Sulaimaniyah, Erbil, Dohuk (both of which were majority Assyrian by the way), Mosul (which was majority Arab Sunnis and Chaldeans) and Kirkuk which was majority Turkmen, then Arab and a minority of Kurds have now become and are becoming, in the case of Mosul, full Kurdish regions.

Take Kirkuk, for example.

Massive ethnic cleansing and displacement is taking place before the Referendum on Kirkuk is due towards the end of this year.

Now read on...

“Since 10th April 2003 – the day after the fall of Baghdad – a real Kurdish invasion took place in Kerkuk: Massoud Barzani and Jalal Talabani, respectively leaders of the Kurdistan Democratic Party (KDP) and the Patriotic Union of Kurdistan (PUK) organized militarily a massive immigration of Kurds to the territories they wanted to conquer. The newly arrived Kurds registered on the election lists and are waiting for the referendum which is to take place before next December 31st. The aim of the operation: to give a democratic varnish to the annexation of Kerkuk and its surrounding region by the Kurds and hand over to the Americans the petrol fields of Baba Gurgur, situated near Kerkuk.

The International Crisis Group (ISG) has received the testimony of a - Turkmen - member of the Governorate which summarizes the situation: “In 2003, Kerkuk had 800.000 inhabitants. Today it has 1.150.000 inhabitants. Where do these 300.000 additional inhabitants come from? They correspond to at least 50.000 families. One knows that 10.000 families were expelled; where do these 40.000 additional families come from?” Since then the population has reached 1.500.000 inhabitants, mainly Kurds who are in favour of the annexation.

The practical application of the operation is not simple because article 140 of the new Iraqi “constitution” states that the referendum must be preceded by the “normalisation” of the situation in the region, and by a “census”. The “normalisation” is under way. It means the return of the displaced Kurds, Turkmens and Assyrians and – in parallel – the departure of the Arabs who replaced them. Pressures are being put on the Kurds who refuse to return because they have remade their life somewhere else or fear that the annexation will turn into a blood bath. In order to make them change their minds, the “Kurdish Regional Government” no longer delivers administrative documents to them and deprive them of social aid.
The methods utilized against the non-Kurds are more radical. If they refuse the 15.000 dollars compensation, they risk being assassinated or disappearing in the prisons of the autonomous Region. The attack of 7th July 2007 in Amirli – 150 dead, 250 wounded – reminds us of the savagery of the Irgoun in Palestine . On the spot, the Kurdish secret services are accused and the answer was not slow in coming: on 16th July a vehicle exploded in Kerkuk in front of the UPK headquarters, making many victims.

The newly arrived Kurds (in Kerkuk) do not all live there. Many remain in Suleymaniya or in Erbil , because of the lack of housing or for security reasons. They only go to Kerkuk during the week-ends to justify their “relocation”. To become an elector in Kerkuk, it is sufficient to dig foundations of a house or to reserve an apartment in a building that has yet to be constructed … The “census”, however, is not easy to organize. It must carry out the ethnic and religious tally of the inhabitants of the Kerkuk region, and that of the “contested territories”, that is to say those which are claimed by the Kurds. The problem is that these ‘contested territories’ stretch from Mount Sinjar at the Syrian border, to the Iranian border… and to about 20 kilometres South of Baghdad. For the Arabs, Turkmens, Yezidis, Shabaks and Assyrians who have been living in these regions for a considerable period of time and who are all hostile to the partition of Iraq , it is a declaration of war.

(for more on Turkmen, see European Turkmen Friendship Association blog)

All the above is some background literature for you.

Now listen to what an Arab Iraqi relative who arrived from Erbil told me.
I still can’t believe I have to qualify for you, each time, the ethnicity and/or the sect.

“I needed to process some official documents. I could not find the building. All the signposts were in Kurdish. I stopped a Kurdish man and asked him to translate for me. I was lost. We started talking and he asked me if I was an Arab. Well obviously I replied. I need translations.
So the Kurd said to me. “You Arabs are idiots. You will never learn. Why do you consider Israel an enemy? Israel has done nothing to you...Embrace them as friends and see what a wonderful people they are...”


I am glad that two days ago, an IRIN article appeared confirming the total de-Arabization of the North , in particular Kirkuk.

Not only that, but Patrick Cockburn in some rare moment of lucidity, wrote a good piece on the squalid conditions and vile kurdish treatment of Arab Iraqi refugees in Sulaymaniah. (search the Independent newspaper)

And do not forget what I have mentioned in several previous posts namely, that Arab Iraqis needs visas to Kurdistan plus two Kurdish sponsors. And that the Iraqi flag is FORBIDDEN in “ Kurdistan.” Only Kurdish flags are allowed and only the Kurdish militias - peshmergas. This latter is now considered the official "Army of Kurdistan"

And I need to remind our “Kurdish brothers”:

- They were the only group in the M.E region who were given autonomy in the 70's.
- That the previous Iraqi government under Saddam Hussein built the Sulaimaniyah University for them, teaching in Kurdish only.
- That the Kurdish language was forced down our throats in secondary schools in Baghdad.
- That I personally met several Kurds from Iraq, who did not speak ONE word of Arabic and am talking the 80’s here. We had to converse in English....

So when some deceitful son of a bitch comes and talks to me about forced Arabization of the Kurds, all I want to do is smack him right in the face.

I have much more to say but this is proving to be a long post and I am tired.

But then, the list of lies concocted by the Kurds, the Americans, the anti-war movement, the left including the Arab left and the so called Human rights agencies was much longer and way more dangerous...
They led to Today. A country in pieces. A country that is raped, plundered, destroyed, and about to be partitioned...

My rage is truly infinite.

My father (bless his soul) and my mother kept reminding me. They said:
”Layla, Iraq is the Backbone of the Arab World.”
To be honest, I did not quite understand the full implications of such a statement, then. Today, I do.

Iraq was not only the Cradle of Civilization, it was indeed the Pillar, the Column, The Spinal Vertebrae, the Backbone of the Arab world. Now that it has crumbled, now that it has broken up, the rest will follow...

One by one...the other countries will come tumbling down...one by one, a ripple effect from Baghdad...to the rest of the World.

And if God decides to grant me long life, I shall sit, laid back, arms folded and observe...with the same “polite indifference” (to use one of Jabotinsky’s expressions) that I witnessed on your faces when my country came tumbling down...

I shall observe, quietly, with no fuss, the snakes, the invertebrates, the worms, the termites, the spineless crawlers, of geopolitics, crawl on that same Chess board only to be eventually crushed... like pawns...one by one.

And I shall observe that Chess board, covered in blood and wonder amused, what will you have to say now ? Now, that the game is over.

Checkmate to You !


Nota Bene: A special thanks to A.S and "Woman who loves Iraq" for the added information on the Kurds.

Painting: Iraqi artist, Mohammed Fahmi.(date.n/a)

October 16, 2007

A Bag of Second Hand Memoirs...


Do you remember your teen-age years ?

Memories of this period of my life are terribly vivid, still...

I consider teen-age years as the most difficult, in any case that was true for me.
One is not really an adult, not a child, just a someone, hovering somewhere in between.
Rejecting authority yet seeking its safety...
Not a woman but not a girl either. A body that changes, an identity that emerges, pulsations that manifest themselves and you don’t know what to do with them and where they will lead you...

I sublimated mine in books, "causes" and the search after the "perfect love."

The only thing that really lasted were the books. And I don’t even remember half of them...

As for "causes," they have not only remained unresolved but have worsened...
As for "love," I smile–laugh when I look back...How could I have been so bloody naive, I keep repeating to myself.

But then, those were the teen-age years and everything was possible. Change, revolutions and eternal love...

But a rebel, I was. I think it is genetic in my case.

I simply could not accept the given status quo. I had to question which I still do...A problematic attitude if you want to get on in life “smoothly.”

But then my life has not exactly been a smooth ride either. War after war after war after war...And my name is Layla Anwar.

These wars have shaped me more than I care to admit, intimately shaped me...leaving marks inside, like the foot-prints of some soldier's boot on wet mud, that eventually dry up in the sun and become like some old totem that one carries around one's neck...

And with each “war” and there has been so many of them, the totem becomes alive again and that rebellious spirit against the madness that injustice engenders, re-emerges...as if it has just woken up from some temporary hibernation.

A lost cause? Maybe...But I told you, in my case it's genetic.

Which reminds of a saying by some “good old feminists” who used to repeat,
“If I am determined by my biological make-up, do me a favor, do not tell me how to behave.”
So I guess, am determined by my “biological make-up.” So kindly spare me your comments.

A few had difficulty dealing with my “biological make-up.” In particular my mother and some of my "eternal loves". I guess I was not obedient enough and was not easily molded the way she/they would have liked me to be.

My mother for instance, one of the things that used to literally drive her up the wall, was my love for second hand clothes. She could not understand why on earth I would go out of my way and buy second hand clothes when I could buy something brand new.
She would flip when she saw me sneak in old, worn out army shirts, jackets and trousers...made in the USA.

She would go ballistic and say: “Do you have to be dressed like a soldier and like an American soldier for that matter?"
To which I would reply: “ All soldiers look alike – I, on the other hand, am a rebel, a guerilla fighter.”
And she would go even crazier and say: “ Guerilla fighters don’t wear shirts with the U.S. flags on them and they are not called Tom either...” referring to one of my favorite army shirts which had the name Tom sewn on it.

I guess she had a point there. But that was the closest I could get to look like a guerilla fighter...then.

Of course, today, am laughing my head off as am typing this...

"L’habit ne fait pas le moine” goes an old French proverb – the “uniform” does not make the monk. But I did not know it then. I was full of good intentions and...lousy discernment.

I think one other reason for my “love” for second hand clothes, was the fact that I could escape to the souk downtown called “al Balat.”
A souk where you can rummage for hours, amidst the tumult and noise...And escape, I did.

It all felt so alive for me. Finally real people, I’d say to myself. Nothing like my class mates, all fake and disjointed from the reality that surrounded them.
That was real life for me - the souk for second hand clothes.

I witnessed with my own eyes, some of the deprivation and that was like fuel for my rebelliousness...my “eternal” revolt. But I was nothing but a teenager then...


Three decades have elapsed since and I still remember these second hand stalls. Strange don’t you think ?

In fact, I remembered them yesterday, when I opened my closet and chose a look alike khaki army trouser (made in China.)
Okay, I agree, some things never change. I admit to that. But how do you explain the following part?

“Hit by war, unemployment, sectarian violence and the flight of capital, beleaguered residents of the Iraqi capital have taken to rummaging through piles of imported second hand clothing..."
It is more important to buy new things for the kids. We can manage ourselves from the second hand shops," said the 53-year-old father of five.
"Life has changed a lot in the past few years. It is a problem for badly paid state employees and those with limited incomes," he said.
"I try to pool my resources to buy what the boys and girls need. As for me, I will buy second hand items...said Jabbar...”


The owner of this second hand shop is jubilant: “Due to increased demand, Abu Hussein has set up agents in other parts of the country. “I now have many outlets to sell my goods," he said. (full article here)


Little did I know then, that the second hand souks I loved, would turn as the only outlets for clothing...
Little did I know then, that the majority of Iraqis would be wearing second hand clothes...
And, little did I know then, that the majority of Iraqi teenagers would be working to support their families, forsaking their studies and future...
While yours are sitting around TV screens getting pissed and smashed out of their brains...and whilst you arm with them weapons to carry to school, as if these were some lunch bag...encouraging them to become a new Tom...
And surely, I did not know then, that some Tom in an American army shirt was responsible for all of that.


Over three decades have elapsed, my love for second hand clothes has disappeared, but the “guerilla” fighter’s spirit in me has not died...
How can it, when there are so many Iraqis carrying bags of second hand clothes, when Iraqi teenagers have been robbed of their youth...and when American Toms in army clothes are roaming around?

Mother, hope you understood by now...All of my past revolt was nothing but a preparation for...today.
Oh, and you were so right about those Toms in army clothes.

I will no longer buy second hand, promise. It's all brand new and untouched from now on...
Virgin like some undiscovered territory, clean and fresh like some morning dew, and as ardent as a budding desert flowery cactus...
No second hand here, Mother. Its a daily, new surprise...in every souk, behind each house, in every alley way, around every corner...


Painting : Abdel Ameer Alwan, 1992.

October 15, 2007

A Few Good Ones Left...


I want to share with you two other true Solidarity mails I have received.

They are important for me. They tell me that I am not talking to the walls, or "pissing in the wind." (to use one of your expressions.)

They tell me, that there is an echo out there, and that means a lot to me and am sure to other Iraqis as well...

One such mail comes from a German lady M.R.
I am taking the liberty to publish it nearly in its entirety. Read it and you will know why, yourself.


" Thank you so much for every single word you have written up to this very day.
Your essays should be part of the curriculum at the high schools of our so-called "civilised" Western countries.
I share your true feelings, your grief, your fury, your uncensored anger, your despondency, your hope, your heartfelt compassion, your passion for Iraq.

Germany did not send troops to Iraq in 2003 but we are guilty like the rest of all European countries. Our governments supported the criminal sanctions against your country.
Our people watched all this crimes live on TV. We should stop talking about Auschwitz without mentioning the Iraqi Holocaust.
The indifference of the world towards the genocide committed in Iraq, our silence is a crime against humanity. Nobody of us can say: "we didn't know"....

I am almost 50 years old, I remember the solidarity campaigns against the war in Vietnam we have organised in Germany. Regarding our solidarity(?) with Iraq, the so called anti-war movement continues parrotting the fabricated lies of the mainstream media.
"We are against this war, but Saddam Hussein is / was a brutal dictator..."

Can you imagine that the so called German left, is still discussing the legitimacy of the Iraqi Resistance?!!! On the other hand they are "celebrating" the 40th anniversary of Che Guevara's death, organising a folckloristic spectacle. Hypocrites!

It is the duty of all honest human beings to do what is in their possibilities to stop this criminal neo colonialistic war, to ease the suffering of the Iraqi people, to support the Iraqi Resistance!...

I know how proud the Iraqi people are, and I know that your country was the envy of the Middle East. One of my collegues, he comes from France, lived in Baghdad in the 80's. He often tells me how beautiful the Iraqi capital was. "Baghdad was like Paris" he said...

I will always remember the example of dignity and honour, embodied by the hero and martyr President Saddam Hussein, the symbol of the independent, united and free Iraq. May his blessed soul enjoy the glory of eternity!

I believe in the unity of the Iraqi Resistance and I believe that Iraq will be free again. "United and one, like the fingers of one hand" your heroic people will expel the invaders. Just remember the history of your country, the cradle of human civilisation.

Keep on writing! People like you are the conscience of the world!...

May next Eid see us congratulating each other for the liberation of Iraq and Palestine..."


and, M.R continues, in another mail, by saying:

"The "civilised world" has committed the biggest crime against humanity in modern history: The criminal sanctions, the fabricated lies demonising President Saddam Hussein, the daily atrocities of the occupation...
The world community must pay compensation to the Iraqi people!
Here in Germany we are still paying to the "State of Israel" for the crimes committed during World War II and the generations following me will continue paying...

I have run out of words to express my sentiments.
The indifference of the world, the silence of the anti-war movement has caused more destruction in Iraq than an atomic bomb.
The clowns of the German left are lost in discussions about the LEGITIMACY of the armed Iraqi Resistance. Was there ever a discussion if the French Resistance against Nazi Germay was legitimate or not?

Let us never loose our optimism:
I am sure you have read this: (quote): The puppet Iraqi "National Security Adviser," Muwafaq al-Rubaie confirmed in his recent Washington visit that "Saddam has planted an incurable virus" in the minds of Iraqis.
That "virus" is non-acceptance of the occupation and refusal of its puppet government. In the same breath, al-Rubaie affirmed that he and his associates have "chosen once and for all its strategic ally and that is the United States of America."...

My solidarity and my prayers for the Heroic Iraqi Resistance! I believe that Iraq's National Liberation Front will free your country of the US/Zionist/Iranian invaders! Inshaallah!..."



And this is another touching e.mail I received from the U.S from someone called Ironhead. And this is what he has to say :


"Everyday I raise hell and forward as much truth as I can find to try to make these people here understand the magnitude of the horrors we have brought to the noble gracious People of Iraq, Afghanistan...and Palestine.

I am fortunate that I have learned to live way below what is considered the 'poverty line' in America. For me, my key to happiness was to have less instead of more, more and more. Consequently, because I do not waste my time chasing worthless dollars, unlike most Americans, I have much more time for fuss and disruption...

I will not rest until these horrors are stopped and the perpretrators...all of them are brought to justice.

Next week I will stand with friends of mine who are charged with a variety of federal offenses from when they disrupted a company that provided planes to the CIA for torture flights...One of them (my friend) is well into his eighties and may very well die in jail if convicted...

We all feel that as we are all going to die one day anyway, one's life must amount to something.
If our miniscule disruptions can help bring Peace back to the People of the Middle East, then, for me, my life will have been worth something.

I cannot describe the magnitude of the shame and sorrow I feel daily for what we have done to your People. My rage against these Greedy Criminals grows with each heartbeat...In solidarity and with deepest respect."



I am in no position to thank on behalf of the people of Iraq, as I do not consider myself their "official" representative, however...

Thank you M.R, Ironhead and the several others who keep sending me their words of Solidarity. A heartfelt thanks from me and...the true people of Iraq.


Painting : Iraqi artist, Amer Al-Obaidi.

October 14, 2007

An Allergy...


Do you know anything about Allergies ?

I remember a friend of mine who was highly allergic to dust and pollen.
The mere mention of the word dust, or an allusion to Spring and pollen, was enough to make her sneeze and bring on an asthma attack... The mere thought of some particle of dust or a tiny grain of pollen, would have her break out in hives...

Her immune system had a bank memory of itself. It had saved all those previous cellular images of her first reaction to these foreign bodies, at some DNA level...
And just one imaginary thought of their possible presence, and her system would fabricate a thousand anti-bodies, gear itself, backed by a formidable army and start a whole process of self defense, of survival...

Am also developing this curious symptom, very similar to my friend's. If there is a Doctor in the house, maybe you can help too.

The other day, a friend knowing my love for Cuban Salsa music, passed on the latest CD by Gloria Estefan. I am not a fan of Gloria but I like some of her remixes.

One track is called "Esperando. Cuando Cuba sea Libre."
Which in my limited understanding of Spanish means "Hoping. When Cuba will be Free"
Now when an American or an Americanized utters the word FREE, I freeze...

I freeze for a few seconds...I become immobilized, tetanized...
As if my reptilian limbic system is preparing itself for a flight/fight response...

I hyperventilate, gasp for air...
My pupils dilate, my heart palpitates like a thousand drums, my muscles tense up, my neurons work at full speed, my cortisol level antes up, my adrenaline pumps in...and my immune system calls on its soldiers for the ultimate battle...The final battle against the enemy...

I try to calm myself, take in a few deep breaths only to see my skin erupt in red patches, like a hundred little red hills made of prickly thorns...like stings from a thousand wasps...covering my body...
Urticaria, I say to myself - Relax it's nothing but urticaria...

Do you think I have become allergic to the word "Free", by any chance ?


Painting : Iraqi artist, Mohammed Sami.

October 12, 2007

Flying Kites....


I really don't know what is going on here...
The other day was Pink and today it is Pastel colors.
Not a fitting time of the year for pastel colors. After all, it is the beginning of Autumn, with its golden brown, rusty red and dying green...

But pastel colors have been obsessing me...ever since those pink and red taints.
Maybe because it is the Eid, the feast that marks the celebration of the end of our fasting month, Ramadan.

I remember the Eid in Baghdad, what used to be the Eid...
We have a tradition for the Eid, we must wear something new. I remember young and old saving that new piece, that untouched garment, for the Eid.

I remember the little boys and girls dressed in their new clothes, laughing as they rock on their swings, as they cry with joy on their merry-go-rounds...
Eating "shaar al Banat" or "ghazl al Banat" as some may call it.
You know, that fluffy hair-like sugar, dyed in pastel colors, that feels like cotton in your mouth, wrappped around a wooden stick and glues all over your face and leaves your tongue colored in pastel...pink, green, blue, yellow and...white.

I also remember the conversations...

"Baba, baba, shoof, anee helwa?" - Daddy, daddy look, am I pretty? would ask a little one raising her eyes to her dad. Showing off her new pastel colored dress and the pastel ribbons in her hair...

"Mama, mama, shofee shlon atayerhom"- Mom, mom, look how I can make it fly! would shout a little one to his mother, pointing his finger to his brand new kite made of pastel colored paper...

And the father would respond "Hadha shlon Jamal" - What beauty you are. Or,
the mother would say "Shater, ibnee, enta shater" - Clever my son, you are clever.

I can still hear their giggles, their laughs and their shouts of excitement...
I can still see the joy in their shining innocent eyes, their funny faces, their tender smile...
I can still feel their hugs, their wet kisses smelling of candies and their warm little heads on my shoulder, when tired from too much running around...tired from too much play.


I am lucky to have such memories. I am lucky to have witnessed them.
Today's children in Iraq are either too scarred or will not live to remember or... are already dead.

Only two days ago, 11 little ones were severly wounded by a mortar attack. Yesterday, 9 little ones were killed in a so called counter-insurgency attack by your brave boys. Today, at least 2 little ones were blasted away when a bomb placed in a toy cart exploded in their curious little faces...on the day of the Eid.

Our little ones are nothing but appetizers for you. Your anti-pasti, your hors d'oeuvres...The more, the merrier...

In the name of Liberty. In the name of Democracy. In the name of Freedom. In the name of the o' so civilized West that you are.

For 13 years, our little ones suffered, our little martyrs...Over half a million died as a result of your o' so civilized sanctions, while you were watching...

Thirteen fucking years and you watched, in silence, tasting your hors d'oeuvres in front of your TV screens.

Thirteen years of a deafening, utter silence.

Silence from the so called left and anti-war clowns. Silence from the international community. Silence from the so-called Islamic Ummah.

So silent, that the silence turned into a lullaby of agonies that you can still hear in the mass graves of our little ones. So silent, that they have slept, never to wake up again...A murderous lullaby.

The little ones who survived, experienced their final liberation in 2003.

God damn you. God damn you. That is all I can repeat for now. I will have to stop.
I need to regain my composure. Recompose what you have decomposed...


Am back...
The composed, rational, polite Arab woman...I am now wearing my satin gloves, lest your sensitivities get ruffled...

But let me ask you something, are you as ruffled by an average of 40'000 little ones killed each year because of an occupation carried out in your name, with your money, under your "benevolent" eyes ?

40'000 is the conservative estimate figure from the 2006 U.N Human rights report.
The real figure for 2006 is much higher. Way higher. And am not counting the orphans in the thousands...

Only yesterday, a new report warns of an ever-deepening humanitarian crisis, never seen before, since World War II...And I say, it is much worse than what this report states.

Come and see our overflowing morgues and find our little ones for us...
You may find them in this corner or the other, a little hand poking out, pointing out at you...
Come and search for them in the rubbles of your "surgical" air raids, you may find a little leg or a little head...pleading for your attention.
Come and see them amassed in the garbage dumps, scavenging morsels of food...

Well over half of our little ones are under nourished or dying from disease. Cholera, disentery, infections of all sorts....
Under nourished does not mean on a diet like your fat little kids. It means not having food to eat. It means cannot find food to eat. It means starved.

Come and see, come....

See them being trafficked, raped, sold and "finally" killed by your brave boys. The "final solution." Remember that one ? It was not so long ago...Except this time it is carried out by the "greatest Democracy on earth."

And if you are too sensitive to such scenes, and your stomach can't take it, even though your hands and pockets contribute daily to it, come and search for them in the alley ways of Damascus, Amman or Cairo...

Search for them, hiding behind walls. Find them selling or begging in street corners.
Look for them behaving like a 40 year old adult, fending for a whole family...

Come and see...

The other day, I overheard a 6 years old saying to her mother, "I want to die."
Just in case one of your bullets does not get to her, you have ensured that she will finish it off herself...

Come and see them stutter, hear them shout at night during their sleep and see their wet beds...

This is no lost innocence. This is a raped innocence, a murdered innocence...
Raped and murdered by you. I will net let you off the hook that easily. I guess you know me by now.

As for the little assholes (I guess am losing my composure again) who call me a whining Arab bitch, let me not wish the same on your children...
Because by God, if I did, you would strangle yourselves in grief and...remorse.


An article in Haaretz states that the Holocaust is still affecting the granchildren of the survivors...and that is well over 60 years, later.

How many decades, centuries would it take our surviving little ones to get over being freed by "Democracy" ?


In the meantime, the little survivors of your Holocaust, those who were born under your bombs, under your occupation, under your destruction, in your ghettoes, in your prisons, in your new Iraq, and who have known nothing else but you, their primal "caretaker", if they ever make it to adulthood, will bear witness on the day of Eid...

They, who have not known the Spring, Summer, of their lives. They who have witnessed nothing but the cold of the Winter. The coldness of Death...

They will remember, as I am doing now, the blown up cart of toys, the overflowing morgues, the rubbles of their homes, the mortars falling on their heads, the noise of explosions squatting their ears, their sisters and brothers in pieces, in front of their very eyes...
They will remember it, like some ugly melody, like some ugly lullaby...you lulled to them during their "liberated" childhood...

And those who have not and will not survive your "Liberation", will be flying high above like the pastel colored balloons of the Eid, like the kites made of pastel colored paper, like some white feather plucked from an innocent Dove...
Only to fall on the ground like dying, dried up, Autumn leaves...


Painting: Iraqi artist, Mohanad Al-Hayali.