Nimrud's Lamentations, Nimrud's Wrath. 2

I've been holding on to the pictures...for over 5 years now...I hid them, refused to share them with anyone...I would take them out every once in a while, study them, watch them closely, read the faces...and stack them away again...and for over 5 years, the wrenching pain, the fire I feel in my gut has not subsided not one iota...on the contrary, it keeps growing...a smoldering braise...and nothing will ever extinguish it...

There comes a point in anyone's life when one has to put an X - I have reached that point....I have put an X on you and everything you represent. EVERYTHING you represent...

The crimes have been too many - uncountable, the destruction - indescribable in words, the lies too intricate to unravel, and the pillaging, plundering, looting beyond anyone's imagination...

A nation of looters, thieves, bandits, rapists, torturers, liars, profiteers, exploiters, criminals, killers -- a nation of gluttony, concupiscence, envy, covetousness and greed...

Behind that politically correct public facade of yours, behind that veneer and the mask, behind lurks the biggest lie...behind it lurks the worshipers of dollars and gold...behind it lies miserliness, hoarding, avarice -- the mind of a cheap calculator, the mind of a miser accountant, the mind of a ravenous grabber...always avidly vying what others have, even if you are satiated to the point of exploding...but you are NEVER satiated. There are holes in your body and in your soul, and they will never be full...however much you grab, however much you loot, however much you steal, however much...however much you envy, covet and appropriate others, you will never be full...you will never be satisfied...and I now understand that this is how you've been cursed. Yes this is your Curse.

Nimrud's Lamentations, Nimrud's Wrath. 1

Who and What were you 6'000 years ago ? You and your nations were NOTHING, you were not even in existence... you were nothing, had nothing...not that it changed much since...

I love History, specially ancient History...History is a bit like God...it enlightens and teaches the ignorant, humbles the arrogant...but in your case, you are genetically predisposed for arrogance...and what an end yours will be !

Forget about you, you ignorant barbaric hoards, you uncultured, uncivilized, backward people...you covetous, jealous, envious, Godless people...

I hear Nimrud lamenting...you probably don't even know who Nimrud is...I can already see you all rushing to google...ah, what disgust I feel every time I see one of you around, talking with airs of knowledge, when you and I, know deep down what a failure of a human being you are ...

I said it once, you can curse the Iraqis, destroy them, rob them as much as you want, we are nothing but mud and dust, people come and go...so will you -- because you are made of the same stuff as us...you will end too one day...Insha'Allah soon...but you lay a finger on Iraq -- the concept, you lay a finger on Mesopotamia from which the Great Iraq is born and I will shred you to pieces...and am up to my promise...

You see, ignorant assholes that you are, History cannot lie...and I know how much you covet what you don't have...I am reserving a post for just that...I have studied you for so long...I know you inside out...and I know how you love to GRAB...you grab anything...you are a nation of grabbers with NO dignity...you love free meals, free rides, free anything...in fact you are nothing but a bunch of thieves, bandits...

You stole us...you stole us from everything we owned...from our daily bread all the way to our history...to our memory, to our monuments, to our artifacts, to our souls...

You stole us because you knew and you know what inferior beings you are...what empty, shallow, rootless, ignorant people you are...you stole us because you are hungry...not hungry for food, but hungry to appropriate anything that is better, BETTER than you...because deep down you know what a bunch of worthless pieces of crap you collectively are...I told you once - you are a nation of BASTARDS...you might know who your father and mother are, but you are still BASTARDS because you lost your ORIGINS...you have NONE, so like your cousins the Jews, you grab...trying to create some...

Stop deluding yourselves...you can steal all you want from our history...you are still a bunch bastards...you can hide what you stole in your museums and in your homes, but still you are nothing but bastards with no origins...those who created 6'000 years ago, can still re-create today...while you, you will keep on grabbing and what a lowly, debased sight it is...

Another Year, Another Post. -7

A Curse from the Back Burner...

This is my last post for the "occasion "...I once mentioned that I needed to thank every single one I came across since 2003, I need to thank them for shattering my faith in  "humankind". So thank you all...

Been listening to the Butcher of Falluja, Iyad Allawi, saying that "Americans sacrificed their lives for Iraq", and that " we are indebted to them for ever..." 

Garbage people of America and not so great Britain, they say the same thing either in reality or in cyber world

"Masters and puppets", this is how the West likes it...but not only the warmongers, even their leftist, liberal, progressive shits, they hold the same discourse...maybe not in so many words...but the essence is the same...After all --we rid the country of a tyranny...

Even the alternative media including the despicable Arab media states the same thing, like today's article by  a two cents worth Western "reporter" from Baghdad, who concludes with " there will be no 8th or 9th year anniversary to celebrate " implying that the Americans will no longer be there, in 12 or 24 months, they would have done the job and handed a shadow, a mirage of a country back to the "Iraqis"...

And every single motherfucker believes that shit...deep inside, they believe it...and you know why ? because you believed in that "liberation" from day one...you believed that Iraq needed to be rid of tyranny and that the only ones who can do it are you... all believed that -- including the anti war garbage...and the "benevolent" Westerners trying to "save" Iraqis from the hell they created themselves...after all how can they feel superior in their chronic inferiority...except by destroying then trying to "save" and "sacrifice" themselves for those whom they destroyed...My God what perversion !

Oh sure, you would hear them quote figures...and feel a little ashamed...about the "excessive use of power" which really " was uncalled for most of the time", but after all "we lost 4000 of ours", 4000 ignorant, uncultured, barbaric racist rapists and torturers.. OK so we overdid it a little, OK so there was/is torture, OK we imprisoned children, OK we killed a few academics, OK, we saw sectarianism...but hey there was always sectarianism in Iraq...it has nothing to do with us...OK so maybe we had a little something to do with it, but you know, the Shiites and Kurds were so oppressed and he did gas his own people... OK so there are  thousands of dead and thousands of refugees, thousands of widows, thousands of orphans... OK, true there was use of DU, Napalm, but really...you know, I mean, how can we really be sure...but..but..but..but...

Come on, do I have to go through the whole discourse ?  Fuck it, you know it better than I do, you invented it, and all of you parroted it, ALL of you...with maybe one or  two exceptions...

In the course of 7 years,  All of you have contributed to the erasing of something called Iraq...like it or not...accept it or not...admit it or not...

But you see, they held elections now, with a massive turnout....Iraqis are so focused on the future now...

Sweep it under the carpet...cover up the mass graves, the ethnic cleansing, the walls that still divide Baghdad, the squalor, the destruction, the looting, the pillaging, the plundering, the crammed prisons, the ongoing torture, the destitution... and the thousands who have no voice -- rushed like sheep to the ballot boxes, dripping fingers in purple, out of desperation, hoping against hope...that maybe, just maybe...

I have no hope for Iraq...none ...not in my lifetime...

And if by any chance, by any miracle...I am proved wrong and Iraq is truly liberated, I would not want to see one piece of American or English shit ever again in my life...Iraq will be a closed zone for animals like yourselves...neither will I want to see one Persian scum around...and trust me when I tell you I am not the only Iraqi who feels that way...

Iraq will go down in history as one of the biggest crime ever committed by the Western people, in the shortest span of time...Iraq will go down in history as the biggest cover up, the biggest lie, the biggest fabrication in history...Iraq will go down in history as a mirror image of WHO and WHAT you are...Iraq went down...and so will You...

Painting : Iraqi artist, Muhammed Muhradin.

Another Year, Another Post. 6

Mothers...

I am aiming for 7 posts of the same series, each post for each year...a total of 7 years...

21st of March is the Spring Equinox, the first day of Spring, it is also the Nawroz, the Persian (and also the Afghan and Kurdish New Year), it is also the day someone very dear to my heart was born but he is no longer here to celebrate...it also Mother's day in the Arab World and in the Middle East...

It is also around this time, plus or less a day, that the invasion of my beloved Iraq took place...promising us a new Spring  flower with birth pangs for a new Middle East...and since, we have been stuck in an eternal cold winter...a cold winter of grief, loss and exile...

So what can be more fitting than today, the 21st of March to dedicate a post to Iraqi Mothers...

But before I do so, I need to dispel some myths...you don't have to have a child to be a mother...yes you read me right...every woman is a mother...maybe you lost your child, maybe you don't have any, maybe you are a childless Mother, but you are still a Mother, because that is your nature...the nature of the Feminine...
And by the same token, you can be a biological mother with many children but you are not a mother...this is only to say that mothers, motherhood  is not defined by your capacity to have or not have children...motherhood is defined in my book, by your capacity to give birth to a new life...

There is the Great Mother, the Rahman - Raheem...

Uterus in Arabic is Rahm, from which is derived Rahman, Raheem...the Compassionate, the Merciful...

So when I talk of mothers, this is the Divine attribute I am referring to...the compassionate, merciful uterus of the world...where all is conceived, formed and where all grows...and earthly mothers are supposedly a reflection of this cosmic Uterus...

I am yet to meet anyone, male or female who when talking about his/her mother does not become emotional, either in a positive or negative way...it's impossible to talk of Mother without having your heart weep, one way or another...either weeping for a love you had no one else can give you, or a love you wished  you had and no else can give you, or for a mother you wish you still had, or for a mother you never had, or for a memory...

Mother and motherhood are very charged emotional topics...regardless of where you're from...regardless of your race, nationality, religion, background, history...but it is a UNIFYING topic...all weep (even if they hide it) when the subject of mother comes up...

So can you imagine what Iraqi mothers, or mothers in the making, or what the Iraqi Feminine must be feeling today on the 21st of March ?

Can you imagine what it must be like for those who weep for their mothers...mothers gone because of a "spring flower of a democracy", gone because missing, gone because in prisons, gone because too debilitated by the effects of torture, rape, loss, grief...gone because ...

Can you imagine what it must feel like for the mothers of Iraq, who have no more children to tell them happy mother's day, who have no husbands, or no families to remember them on this occasion, who have no one to celebrate the first day of Spring with...what they are left with  are but photos, memories of a son or a daughter or a grandchild...not even...because some have no more homes...and some have more hungry mouths to feed and not know where the next morsel will come from...and some look at their DU, napalm deformed baby and curse the day they became mothers...

Iraqi mothers are nothing but the reflection of Iraq, the great mother...broken in her spirit,  broken in her body, all the workings of this great uterus, of this God inside, gone with a man made bomb, a man made bullet....gone with a lie...

How is it possible to celebrate the first day of Spring, how is it possible to celebrate  the New Year, how is it possible to celebrate Mother's Day, how is it possible to celebrate the 21st of March and not remember Iraq, the great earthly mother, the uterus and birth place of civilization, on her 7th "anniversary"....

Ugent. Update 5 : Hiba Al-Shamaree, Iraqi Female Blogger

Following my update no.4 of 27th February on Hiba Al-Shamaree, aka Dr.Hanan Al-Mashdani, I mentioned that she was to be presented to the Iraqi courts on terrorism charges because of an anti-dual US/Iran occupation blog !

I just learned now that Hiba Al-Shamaree, this 33 year old Doctor has been sentenced to 3 years of imprisonment by the "democratic" government of Nouri Al-Maliki , because of a blog ! And God knows what they did to her to extract "information" because of a blog !

On the 7th year "anniversary", this is one extra reason for you to "celebrate" the "new budding flower of Democracy" in the Middle East - Iraq.

Another Year, Another Post. - 5

Errant Souls

One of the most formidable catastrophes and tragedies of this "liberation" and which is getting very scarce coverage is the Iraqi Refugee "problem".

An overall 5 Million Iraqis turned into Refugees in the space of 7 years. Now that's an anniversary you can celebrate...

Perusing the news and the frenzied reporting on the "elections" of the "new flourishing democracy", you are given the impression that all is well, that refugees are no longer errant souls, they all returned home to participate in this flowering democracy called the New Iraq, the "new flower of the Middle East " watered by blood and fed corpses...

Got news for you, all reports state in no uncertain terms that Iraqis are not returning to their "new flower of a democracy". In other words none want to go back to the morgue called Iraq.

Iraqi refugees since 2003 until this very day have been the most neglected group, the most humiliated, denigrated and the most forgotten...

Apart from a couple of NGOs and UNHCR, who would occasionally write a word or two about Iraq's refugees, there is nothing else...in fact there is a total darkness, a total black out, a total cover up concerning Iraqi refugees both inside and outside of Iraq.

A few trickling numbers here and there, a line or two of statistics, some data on the number of "resettled" families and that's it...unless of course there's a hot topic like prostitution, then you would have the Westerners and in particular their female writers articulate essays about it, because this is a "hot" topic and feeds smack into their personal obsession with "Sex & the Orient" and this is a subject that merits a post by itself...

You don't really get to hear, read, see much, of the daily struggles of Iraqi refugees, their hopelessness, their grief, their loss, their miserable conditions, their traumas, their wounds...you don't get to see any of their scars, both physical and psychological, you don't get to hear their personal stories of rape, torture by the Americans and Brits and the sectarian militias that landed with the filth of occupiers, you don't get to hear about their very depressed kids, their nights without food, their ill health, their chronic diseases that get no treatment, their absolute poverty, their urgent messages asking for a little money for a surgery, for medication, for food, you never get to hear or read about their loneliness and the loneliness of exile, nor do you get to know anything about their homesickness and their feelings of despair...

But what you do get to hear apart from the "hot sex stories" reported in the Western media, of some Iraqi women forced into prostitution, are occasional appeals for donations for some NGO or UNHCR because "money is running out" or you would get a few numbers - 100 Iraqi families resettled in the US, 55 in Sweden, 4 in Germany etc...as if this is some major achievement, as if this is the cherry on the cake...

Iraqi families get about 275 dollars a month from those who register with the UN along some food coupons and access to a couple of miserable health dispensaries where would not even take your pet for a check up...with those 250-275 dollars you are to pay a rent of about 200 dollars a month, where hot water is a luxury, and the rest is for food and other necessities...and if you are to be resettled to a "civilized" country of the 1st world, you must run a battery of medical tests, that cost over 400 dollars which you will have to pay back along with your air ticket fare plus other "resettlement and administrative" fees...a total of not less than 3000 dollars to pay back to the occupying powers or to the shit countries that are "kind enough to have you."

So when I read appeals by NGOs asking for donations and when I see it mentioned over and over again -- "rich Arabs, Iraqis, Jordanians, Syrians must contribute"....I say fuck that.

No rich or poor Arab, Iraqi, Jordanian, Syrian must contribute anything....if anyone must contribute it is the Western world and their fucked westerners, it is the rich American, Brits, Australians, and the rest of the crass of the "civilized" world, it is their governments, it is their institutions, it is their societies...you keep moaning, whining, about how your "tax payer's money" is going for the war, then you fucking pay for those refugees too.

Iraqi refugees are the responsibility of the American and English governments first and foremost and the responsibility of the Iraqi government in second lieu...

There is so much anyone can individually contribute, and I don't want to hear that shit about "rich" Arabs anymore. You garbage people have pillaged our country, you have pillaged our riches and resources, you have plundered our homes and our lives, it is your fucking responsibility. And I surely don't want to hear anymore condescending remarks by those Westerners who are here to "save those poor Iraqis". You are not doing us a favor, again it is your responsibility and you get salaries for doing your work with refugees...it's not like your doing it free of charge. But the Westerner never misses an opportunity to show how "benevolent" they are to those "poor Iraqis"

What all these people fail, omit, to mention is that-- because of GARBAGE AMERICA AND AMERICANS AND GARBAGE ENGLAND AND ITS BRITS, and what the so-called liberal "peace movement" omits to mention is that --it is also because of GARBAGE IRAN AND ITS MILITIAS, that you have so many thousands of refugees that refuse or can't return home...

And of course what no one tells you is that most of the refugees are mostly Sunnis, Christians and other minorities and what they also fail to tell you is that most are educated, professionals, with degrees and skills...and what most fail to tell you is that the garbage West only accepts to re-settle those who have university degrees and professional skills, thus ensuring that the whole strata of Iraqi society of technocrats, teachers, professors, doctors, scientists, etc...is recruited into their societies causing a permanent brain drain...thus leaving the ignorant scum, handpicked by the garbage Americans and Brits to rule the country...

So those educated Iraqis who have not been murdered by the death squads from the US, Israel or Iran have been made into refugees and then re-settled in the West...

And those who are not re-settled, for x reason, are left to rot with nothing, begging and living on handouts from the "generous" West, and since they get nothing from the West, they make do with what they receive in donations, meager donations, here and there...and there is so much one can donate. The needs are enormous, the needs are endless, the stories are horrifying and donations are simply not enough nor are they a solution in the short or long run...this is not a question of charity and good will,  this is a question of responsibility by International Law. And the Americans are the ones who are responsible. Full stop.

Furthermore, the garbage Iraqi government still busy counting votes, is deliberately turning a blind eye to the Iraqi refugees, they do NOTHING. They don't want the refugees to return, for the same reasons I mentioned above. A return would mean vacating the occupied homes, would mean creating employment, would mean re-integrating none Shiites and none Kurds into the fabric again...and the new Iraq of America and Iran can't afford any of that...after all they went to the greatest length to make sure that Iraq does not raise her head again...

Another Year, Another Post. - 4

A Frightening Reality

 Well I did warn, I did say I am not sure how or when this will end...I knew when I turned that key into that locked door, I was opening a can of worms...

Needless to say I had much difficulty falling asleep, and when I eventually did, I was woken up every hour or so with terrible nightmares. I am not sure if nightmare is the correct word, more like very powerful dreams, one sequence after another, that left me drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air...

I could not fall asleep, even though I was dead tired...I kept tossing and turning and out of the blue images of my dying grandmother flashed before my eyes...I saw when uncle handed me her medical report, the first thing I read was - Prognosis Negative. It was too late to do anything. Not that there was much we could do in view of the circumstances...the family decided not to tell her how ill she was...but she knew...

I remember being by her side and holding her frail transparent hands, with the blue veins showing, all dried up...I said " Bibi, it will all be fine " - she smiled and said "I know why am so ill, it's the wars, they killed me...I kept the frights inside and now they are killing me..."

Do those who pride themselves on "Liberation and Mission Accomplished" ever think of how "frights kept inside" actually act like delayed time bombs and bullets? Do the Medical Associations of the "civilized" world, ever consider the long term effects, of such a "negative prognosis" ? I very much doubt it...I very much doubt that Bibi or the thousand others will ever cross their callous indifferent minds...

So against this background of specific memories, I finally managed to doze off, only to be shaken out of this much desired state by potent sequences of a dream...

I dreamt it was pitch black all around me...I was in some airport tarmac, I had just landed and about to cross a border...I was carrying no luggage, there was no suitcase waiting for me...I only had a small plastic bag with essentials in it...

I saw my dad waiting for me on the other side of the fence...I had to go through customs but I had no papers, no documents...they checked and re-checked the contents of my plastic bag, I was delayed...I told my dad, I will join them later on, I am being kept here for a while...

The second sequence was also very potent...I then saw myself in a gathering of men, Arab men from different nationalities...supposedly "supporters of the cause", they were just sitting drinking coffee and smoking...and theorizing...they were Lebanese, Palestinians, Syrians, for the most part...and at the same time they were trying to sell me things, goods -- stuff that was worthless...I said to one of them, but I have already paid you so much, and I got nothing in return, why should I pay you more ? you have given me nothing... he retorted - come on, you know how much we care about you, we even gave you a discount... I replied - a discount for what ?! you gave me nothing, I gave you everything I had... So one of the guys hugged me and said - you know we are brothers and I said - are we really ?....I left this gathering very upset, and headed to the empty street, again it was pitch black...again I was carrying nothing but this plastic bag...

The third sequence was the most telling....as I was walking down that dark street, a car pulls up on the curb, I noticed it had no lights, I felt danger...the man in the car said - have no fear I live here in this street...but he had an Egyptian accent and he was driving a car that had no Egyptian license plates...and in the dream I was not in Egypt...I knew he was lying and that I was in trouble...He got out of the car, he was a very big man, looked like a monster, he just put his hands on my mouth and he tried to rape me...I fought back as hard as I could, I wanted to scream, shout, but he suffocated my voice with his big hands, I had a small alarm in my hand, like a small siren, emitting the same sound when the bombs were about to fall...I sounded the siren, it was loud...I could hear it in the empty street, I was waiting for my "brothers" to show up -- no one did...

I woke up trembling...I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit, but I had nothing in my stomach to vomit...I laid in bed for a while gathering my senses, reminding myself it was just a dream...only to realize that it was no dream, it was reality...

Iraq was betrayed, raped and abandoned by Her Arab "brothers" first..