August 12, 2007

" Visible Secrets"



I don’t know about you, but I miss watching one of those "tintillating" murder films...

You know what I mean, don’t you? One of these suspense stories that keeps you glued to your seat and on your toes...

Am sure you know what I mean.

Of course, the more brilliant the producer is, the better the suspense...
Only a lousy producer lets you know in advance...And lousy producers abound.

I don’t know about you, but I like it best, when the detective (preferably an Arsene Lupin type) gathers the whole family, friends and starts questioning.

Everyone is a possible culprit and yet everyone keeps this look of placid innocence plastered on.

And I like it best, when the producer in his brilliance, makes you guess. Like, when you have everyone gathered, and they don’t say a word, but the look in their eyes reveals it all... And you immediately know, on some intuitive level, who the real murderer is.

At first they all exchange greetings and are so civil... Then, something gives way. Something snaps...

It might be a sigh, a head turn, an innocuous gesture, a small detail or just the eyes...And then you know...you just know.
You know who the murderer(s) is /are.

And you can’t keep still, till the end of the film, because you want to see the resolution, the real criminal and check if your intuition was correct or not.
Only to realize, in the end, that you knew it all along...

I love those instances, when your intuition is proved right once more ...and you think to yourself, you outwitted the producer...

Towards the end of the film when the real culprit is about to be unmasked, all those who participated in the murder start throwing blame around...in a desperate attempt to get off the hook. But by then, it's too late. A whistle blower appears disguised in a detail...

Have you noticed that too? Am glad.

So, I can now safely deduce that you also know who murdered Saddam Hussein. The perfect crime of the 21st century. The tip top lynching of modern times...

Now, if you want to know the whole story, you need to be seated and very tuned, otherwise you will miss the plot.

I am a firm believer in the following preposition : “Everything you need to know is already there...”

And all that is there, point to what is and what will be...
These moments will never be forgotten...ever.
These moments encapsulate everything you need to learn today.

Everytime you feel lost, go back to these moments and you will infallibly be put on track once more.

These moments are crucial in understanding what is happening today in Iraq. These moments not only marked the turning point, no - it was not the bombing of the Samarra Shrines - with all due respect to western "analysts" - but the 30th of December that was the turning point in the bloody chapter that you are witnessing today in Iraq. The Samarra shrine bombing was only a short prelude.

You know what I mean don't you? Like a trailer...

The murder of Saddam Hussein, however much you hate it or hate him, was the turning point...
Everything you witness or hear about today in Iraq is nothing but a delayed response to that day.
Do not dismiss so easily things and people. Specially not Saddam Hussein and what he represented...

I do not need to praise Saddam Hussein. His own death and the circumstances surrounding it, are his best eulogy. All in his honor and again...however much you hate it.

I am interested, just like in a murder film, in those present on that infamous day, the day of assassination. That grim day that will never be forgotten.

Let me review who was present that day and you figure out the plot...

The Americans supposedly “handed” Saddam Hussein to the following :
- Al- Hakeem of SCIRI. Al Hakeem is an Iranian national, born and bred in Iran.
- Al– Maliki of the Dawa party. Al Maliki is a dual Iranian – Iraqi national.
- Muwafak Al Rubaie – aka K.Shahpour, an Iranian national.

Others present at the murder scene were :

- The Iranian Ambassador to Iraq !
- A few Western journalists – the Pentagon press amongst others...
- And none other than Muqtada Al-Sadr. The born again shiite mullah who never studied theology. Muqtada Al –Sadr is known to be a school drop out, a boy in jeans...who did nothing but roam the streets, play pool and harass girls...We call him in Arabic, “Ibn al shaware’e”...Meaning the son of the streets. By the way, that psychopath has gone in hiding again in Iran!

In your slang, it means a street kid...In our slang it's a polite word for son of a bitch.

And no one praises street kids thugs or sons of bitches, specially when they are reknown to be drillers and rapists...under a mullah cloak.
I mean no one in their right mind...unless they too, are psychopaths and sons of bitches.

Amidst shouts of “long live Muqtada“, the legitimate president of Iraq and a great leader was murdered.

Now, I assume you are intelligent enough (mind you I may be very wrong on that one) to deduce who the assassins were...

I also assume you are intelligent enough to realize that the Americans and Iranians were complicit in the murder of the one who kept Iraq together - the Iraq of all sects and creeds.

And, again, I assume, that you have enough intelligence to deduce the rest...
But then again, I may be wrong.

So how did that “great“ murder story end? Ah right! I remember and I am reminded as it repeats itself daily....

Iran and the USA keep accusing one another of "foreign interference" in Iraq. Iran says the US is responsible and the Americans say the Iranians are responsible.

But this is Iraq - and both are "foreign interferences"...
We are not an extension of Iran and we will never be. We are not an American playground and we will never be.
We are not an English park and we will never be. We are not an Israeli wailing wall and we will never be...

And amidsts the blame, just like amidsts the shouts on the 30th of December, Rafsandjani of Iran stated today that the USA needs Iran to...just like it needed Iran on the 30th of December...(read it here)

So you can ask Arsene Lupin, Inspector Clouseau, Agatha Christie, Detective Colombo...to hand in their resignations. No need. Call it dual occupation and save your suspense for better productions...and as the French say it so aptly: "Arrêtez moi ce cinema !"

Painting : Iraqi artist, Khaled Thamer.