Endless Beginnings...
For God's sake, tell me where to begin? I was set out to write about Father's day and the thousands of fatherless Iraqi children.The thousands of killed fathers, the thousands of fathers trying desperately hard to feed their families, daily putting their lives at great risk, in a country gripped by demonic violence. The exiled fathers, selling scraps in Amman and Damascus, bearing the brunt of daily insults. Or the unemployed fathers, feeling torn inside watching their kids go hungry. Or maybe the head bent down father, slouched posture, hiding scars beneath a worn out shirt. The father that has been imprisoned, humiliated, tortured and sodomized, unable to look his children in the eyes... Or maybe I should write about sexual torture and sodomy instead... The further horrors emerging from Abu Ghraib and the Taguba report... More reports of "abuse". And I am sure Abu Ghraib is not over. I am certain that more Abu Ghraibs are taking place in Iraq, in those shadowy deten
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I am asking this to you as you seem to be quite a palm tree "expert", besides ex-owner of a sweet innocent unlucky one *sighs*
Some time ago, someone very very very dear to this poor mad heart of mine wrote to me that my nature reminded him of that of "a palm tree, when at sunset..." - and left the rest in suspense.
I asked him many a time to finish his sentence, but he (by the way, a most unique, both insufferable and unforgettable type of human being...) refused to satisfy my curiosity.
I must say I never had the pleasure and honour to see a palm tree in her natural environment, juast like I was star-crossed enough not to be in time to visit the Great Iraq under the Martyr President's wise and enlightened rule.
But I love them both, the plant and the land, to such a point as to always pray the Almighty God that they may one day offer my mortal remains cool shade and safe shelter...
Long live Baghdad and Al-Quds free and dignified, and eternal glory to the Arab nation.
I will be awaiting your clearing-up.
My respects.
I don't know you tell you me !
I just write and the outcome is not in my hands.
As to how blogging changed me -- it has changed me radically. What is on the inside and the outside, are one and the same.
I am not sure what your friend meant by that analogy. I'd take it as a compliment. The most beautiful sight is watching the sunset through the branches/leaves of a palm tree. The sunsets and the palm tree remains upright and unbending...
No, am an agent for the Somalian secret services...
I FEEL your pain and sense of loss ...
Not for long - the tide will turn. Helwa ya baladee will be far, far more helwa than you've ever known.
With love and in solidarity.
Good to see you around. The tide will turn when the scum are out - regardless of where they came from.
God bless
How come Haris went to Israel?
Does everyone have to go there?
Thanks for your sharp, clear edges.
Am SO tired of keeping losing "things" on my way...
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