Falling Leaves...

I am very undecided tonight. I am not sure what to write about. I have a lot to say and I don't know what to tackle first.

Should I address Persian flavored Pistachio ice creams ?

Honestly, today someone offered me an ice cream, pistachio flavor. I don't like ice cream and I don't like pistachio flavors either. The green, I find to be a turn off...especially Iranian green.

But he said "Eat it, it's good Iranian pistachio."
I said "What happened to "Fustok Halabee" (Aleppo Pistachios from Syria)
He said "This is better...and cheaper and it's all the same.”

Funnily, I heard on the Radio, that the U.S. general is praising both Iran and Syria for helping America in "keeping the violence down" in Iraq i.e in helping the Surge.

Then I read on Uruknet that Amerikkka is annoyed with Israhell for importing Iranian pistachios. (article here)

This is way too freaky of a coincidence...

Then I thought to myself, to hell with Israel and Iran,(and Syria) and their pistachio nuts- flip sides of the same coin.
I am no mood to write about those two main parasites...living off Palestinian and Iraqi bloood i.e Arab blood.

Then, I wondered if I should write about Americans instead, like, grace this degenerate bunch with an article?

Then I thought again and decided they are not worth my precious energy.
They are a junk people, a people made of "lead" hoping against hope to be transformed into gold in some alchemist laboratory. Will not happen.
Americans are the most stupid, backward lot any people can encounter...No amount of Alchemists will ever change that.

And besides their list of crimes is way too long, I would not know where to start and where to end... Americans are just a sick bunch. I don't like them at all. Just thinking about them, makes my stomach churn...left and right.

They are a dishonest, despicable lot and so fucking ignorant, I am not sure they realize how ignorant they are...Fuck them, I hope their bubble bursts very soon and they fall flat on their filthy faces. Can't stand them, criminals.


Then, I thought maybe I ought to write about the Brits, the English.
The English are a sick breed too. A sick breed of donkeys. They are the most perverted bunch in the whole of Europe.

I mean where else can you find 60 years old members of parliament dressed up in diapers waiting to be spanked by a dominatrix Nanny, but in England?

For those who have the misfortune of living in England, they need to check the "Sun or Daily Mirror" for such stories...And trust, they abound in England.
Must be the ghost of the unwashed, prude, Queen Victoria, still hovering over the tormented, pitiful, British soul...

The Brits are a fucked up bunch for sure...
I can tell you stories and stories about them. For starters their sense of hygiene leaves a lot to be desired.

Their notion of cleanliness is to soak their greasy slimy bodies in a bathtub.
The bathtub looks as if some pig swam in it and it takes hours to clean the grime from the edges...And they don't rinse either. They dry themselves with the soap on.

They do the same when washing dishes in the famous plastic English basin.
Ah! The English trademark, the famous English basin!

In that same basin, they soak their underwear, their toothbrush and wash their arses too.
Once a week naturally. When the boyfriend is around- that is. And even then, there are no guarantees.

I have lived with them long enough to have had the misfortune of observing them. They are a filthy lot.

But then, with a prune stuck down their throats or a cockney accent so ugly, that it even makes my dog seek shelter, they say in their usual patronizing ways.
"I must say those foreigners are dirty."

They easily forget their soaking in muck water once a fortnight of course...Or their 60 years old shitty diapers...

I have so many stories to tell you about British hypocrisy, but will save them for later...

And as a friend said to me once, "drop by drop..." And the Brits will not be spared.

Here is an Iraqi woman who will give it to you better than any dominatrix Nanny.
You just need to be very patient..."dears." And in the meantime, take that prune out of your mouth and shove it.


Enough on the Brits for tonight. I think you received a foretaste of what it is like being one...or living with one.

What is amazing though. Wrong. I take that back.

It is not amazing at all, it is expected from both of these two decadent, degenerate lots...

That of knowing what they already knew, they voted not once but twice for both, Bush and Blair. TWICE. An 8 years tenure.

For God's sake, what does that tell you about these people?

They will give you all sorts of excuses why they did so. Bullshit, don't believe them. They are lying. They are a filthy people, rotten to the core. No doubt about it.

Iraq was their golden colonialist opportunity to vent out all their past, repressed inferiority complexes.

Their racism, their spitefulness, their impotence and they ARE impotent, their evilness, the white race of pink skins and grime bathtub edges...

You need to trust me on that one. They are a horrible lying bunch of racist bastards.

But they have done worse than lie in Iraq. They have done much worse...

Iraq was their unrestrained experiment, where they could act out every single sick fantasy they harbor.

The fantasy of the pinkWestern prick finally having an erection. The fantasy of a frustrated peroxide blonde with limp hair finally having someone look at her. The fantasy of some pimply Chicano finally exercising some power. And that of some big fat black American ass finally getting some respect, by instilling fear... in the "local indigenous ones".

If you do not grasp these little psychological secrets, you understand nothing about the reality of Occupation.

And who did this bunch find as a helper? The sectarian Shias influenced by the Pistachios nuts from Iran.

So I thought, maybe I ought to write about what is happening to this group. The sectarian Shias from Qum pretending to be Iraqis.
And I have so many secrets to share about them.
I still see the faces of some of my female friends wiping their tears, when recounting the horrors of this evil sectarian bunch.

Yes, you guessed right, RAPE.

I can give you names and places and dates...but I will not. I protect my female friends.

The sectarian Shia bunch and most of them are sectarians, are driven by a hatred and envy that is difficult to explain. You can easily compare them to the Jews of Israel...

Their favorite target are Sunni women. Once they score with a Sunni woman, they are led to believe that their “sect,class...” - whatever you call it- ”knot” has finally untangled.

They are another vindictive, sick bunch.

It comes as no surprise that they have aligned themselves with the Iranians, Israelis, Americans and Brits.


So, No. I will not write about the Shias – sectarian Shias that is - tonight.

Once you understand their games and ploys, you will understand that they are nothing but a sick, worthless bunch, fit for collective rehabilitation...and even then, you cannot be sure you will get results... Ask my girlfriends.

So what shall I write about then ?


Maybe I ought to write about another of my favorite songs, "Autumn Leaves".
Yes I know it's another Jazzy one. I have heard all of its versions. French, English and even Arabic by Fairuz.

I am not sure whether the original is French, English or Arabic...

I think it’s French “Les Feuilles Mortes.” (Dead leaves)
But Arabic qualifies too...For there are so many autumn leaves falling over here, and regardless of the season.


Do you know it ? Those dead Autumn leaves ?

“The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winters song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall”


I want to tell you about a falling leaf.
A leaf I have not seen or touched but who I already love...
An 9 years old fallen autumn leaf from Baghdad. His name is Faleh Mohamed.

"Nine-year-old Faleh Muhammad was abandoned by his family in April 2006. He was left to fend for himself in the streets of Baghdad, and later he was diagnosed with leukaemia.

"I miss my mother.In the last days before they left me, she was very sad. One day I woke up in the morning to find my father and mother had disappeared," Faleh said.

"We were living in an abandoned building near Hay Jamia'a District with three other families. I asked them about my parents and they told me they had left.
So I had to work to be able to eat because those families couldn't feed me," he said.

Faleh said he started begging in the streets of Baghdad and one day he had a serious headache and fainted. Helped by passers-by, he was taken to Yarmouk hospital and after two days diagnosed with leukaemia.

"I remember my father saying I was useless because I was rotten from the inside and I never understood why, but now I know that the reason for abandoning me was my disease," Faleh said, adding that his father was poor and could not afford the treatment.”

And...


"The problem is even more serious among new-born babies and there are many cases of children aged 1-12 abandoned," said Mayada Marouf, a spokesperson for KCA.
Most of them have a life-threatening disease and their families cannot afford treatment.
All children whose parents have left them are suffering from serious psychological disorders, and the youngest urgently need a family to take care of them," Marouf said.
Poverty and violence have also forced parents to abandon a son to save the lives of their other children.
Specialists said the greatest concern is the long-term effect on an entire generation: the trauma of what is happening to those children is enormous.
Abandoned children carry long-term psychological effects. There is a strong possibility that they could change their behaviour after feeling ostracised"
In some cases they keep to themselves and don't want to speak to professionals or any other person. They feel they are on their own although there are people who want to help them.
The Iraqi Red Crescent (IRC) told... the rise in the number of abandoned children was alarming, the result of sectarian violence and drastic socio-economic problems.

An IRC employee, who preferred anonymity, told IRIN many parents leave their children with relatives who already have over 20 children to look after and are later abandoned or forced to work in the streets to supplement the household income.
It is not uncommon to see a houses teaming with children.

Over 1.6 million children under the age of 12 have become homeless in Iraq, according to the country's Ministry of Labour and Social Affairs. That's almost 70 percent of the estimated 2.5 million Iraqis who are homeless inside the country.

"There are no reliable estimates of how many orphans and abandoned children are in Iraq today but we believe, according to some data collected by local NGOs, that over 8,000 children are in the same or a similar situation to that of Faleh," Mayada said.”
(article here)


These are my fallen Autumn leaves...my darling little ones...

They fell in the streets with leukemia. They fell in the orphanage with cholera whilst they were chained to steel beds. An orphanage called Al- Hanan (i.e Tenderness.) They fell asleep in the cradle never to wake up...
These fresh, little, green leaves ushered in the fall of their lives.

They missed the sun kissed hands of their fathers, they missed the sun gold kisses of their mothers...
Abandoned like leaves...that have fallen off from a dying tree.


Next time you ask yourselves why I hate you so much, remember those fallen leaves...

And also remember what a fallen lot you all are, or... soon will be.


Painting: Iraqi artist, Ali Al Mimar, 1990.