March 20, 2011

Eight Years On....

Eight years ago...like a today, like a yesterday, like a yesteryear, like years ago...
must have been the same date, more or less, maybe another full moon, maybe another first day of Spring...

Were we to be reborn on that Equinox of our lives ?

We just died in a long winter... a cold long winter...and the seasons passed and we are still hermits in a world gone silent. Frozen in lies and endless stories still recounted
in our names and after our deaths...

You see, there is no point anymore remembering - year 1, year 2, year 3, year 4, year ...year 8, year 10, year 20...

There is no point remembering...because when it was happening, when the fireworks of Freedom were grilling us alive, and the sound of the rooster mingled with the call for the morning prayers, from Minarets resounding, with Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar -- while fire poured from the skies - you were silent...you were silent while talking, you were silent while arguing, you were silent while debating, you were silent while laughing...

And eight years later...I commemorate that same silence...in Iraq.

You see, there is no point remembering anymore...