February 26, 2012

It's all in a Scent...

I haven't written in quite some time...it's not that am uninspired ...or maybe I am uninspired....or maybe too much is going on and an over flowing jar has the same effect as a jar with too little...besides I don't like to fill pages for the sake of filling pages...so I abstain.

Abstinence from writing is like abstinence from cooking...you need to feel the hunger to want to cook, write again...and I haven't been hungry for words...except maybe in the past few days...no actually it's been there for quite some time.

Am in the regular habit of buying myself flowers...some sort of ritual, if you like. And every time I go to buy some, I spend a generous amount of time smelling the flowers, I go from one bouquet to another and then back to the first bouquet...florists usually get irritated with me...but then they are not the only ones...

I like to take my time in buying flowers...I like to feel them first, establish a rapport with them through my senses, then decide...sometimes a particular flower calls me...I know it sounds weird, but I could swear I can hear it call...so I walk towards her and listen...

Some tell me -- am gorgeous but too expensive for you. Some tell me -- don't be fooled by the way I look, I will wither in no time. Some tell me -- am the ordinary kind but if you look closely, you will find my beauty and some tell me --- pick me up as no one wants me, I've been in this vase for so long. And being somewhat of a flower connoisseur, I can vouch that it is the flowers that most disregard and neglect, that give off the nicest of scent...So I smell. I close my eyes and inhale deeply...allowing the petals to tickle the tip of my nose then I open my eyes and admire the shape and colors...

She's been on my mind...she's on my mind every time I go to buy flowers...every time I smell one them calling me...she is calling me tonight...she's been calling me for the past weeks...

 Khaleena ashem ---allow me to smell...ashmeha shwaya --- let me smell her a little...bas shwaya ---just a little...she'd say in her little Iraqi accent, because she is little not more than 5 years old...a little doll...a little doll that can't see, a little doll with no eyes...

She had eyes but she lost them...two bomb explosions, within 6 months apart...back in 2006, and shrapnels in her large blue pupils, made it that all she can see now is black...there was no way to save her eyesight then, those who wanted to save her from "tyranny" blinded her...

When asked --- do you remember colors? she says; I try...when asked -- what happened to you? she says; I got the evil eye because because they kept telling me am as pretty as a flower, what can I do, this is my destiny.

She loves gardens...her natural habitat...and her greatest joy in life is to be led by her little hand and have someone tell her what kind of flowers are growing...describe their colors so she won't forget ...and she'd say ; Khaleena ashemha ----allow me to smell her,  bas shwaya --- just a little...


Another disregarded Iraqi child, forgotten -- another disregarded flower that no one wants to pick up.

February 2, 2012

Syria.

I can't go to sleep before saying what I need to say about Syria.
This is NOT going to be a political post. This is going to be just about me and Syria.
I can't begin to tell you the depth of sadness I feel for what is happening to Syria and to the Syrian people.
Again politics aside, I can't bear to see this lovely country go to pieces. I know Syria relatively well. Syrians are not an easy people, they are smart, crafty and know what they want.  They are not easily fooled, and once they like you, or "adopt" you, they are loyal people. But it takes them a hell of a long time to like you.
People have always underestimated Syria for various reasons...they were dead wrong in doing so. Syrians are not to be underestimated...at all.
I personally have an affinity with this country...for so many reasons...first and foremost because it is Arab, yes, am that way. I care for Arab countries even though they never really cared for Iraq.
But then Iraq is known to be as generous giver...and maybe tonight I am reminding Syria, that despite our "differences" that Syrians looked down upon for long years...I, as an Iraqi, regardless of politics, am here, and stand by you.

#PaperTigers

I am not sure if I have to laugh or cry...but I've decided to laugh.  Even though none of it is a laughing matter.

But frankly how can one not laugh at this


or that



or maybe that one



Hahahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha, hahahahahahaha

These pictures are REAL, cardboard Khomeini to commemorate the Iranian "revolution", maybe we need more similar cardboards to salute all the Iran lovers and her "revolutionaries".

How about we have another cardboard for Maliki PM of Iraq, exiled in Iran and installed by the Americans, or maybe another one for the sectarian ethnic cleanser Muqtada Al-Sadr, still studying "theology" in Qum, and another one for Sistani the Persian Ayatollah crook, and one for ...keep adding....fill in the blanks with the names of  all the Shiite puppets of Iraq who landed on American tanks from IRAN.

We must have another one for Seyyed Nasrallah of Hezbollah, with a halo over his head instead of a turban...since we are idolizing, might as well go all the way....why not liken him to the archangel Gabriel since we're at it ?!

And we should not forget another cardboard for the Assad regime, whose loyalty to the turbaned ones from Iran is now without a shadow of a doubt...

and a final one to......

the Emir of Qatar who happens to be the "missing link", you know the missing link as in Darwin's theory...

and last but not least ....

to all the "anti zionists" "anti imperialists" worldwide.


Let's all salute the paper tigers.


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