An Arab Woman Blues - Reflections in a sealed bottle...

On rare occasions one is graced with a few seconds of insights. And in those rare seconds of insights one is shown the world. And what you see is Truth. The world is a mental asylum in a huge garden. Every single person in that garden believes they are sane when in fact he /she is in a mental asylum. And like any mental asylum it has sections - section A, section B, section C .etc... These sections are  what you call - continents. And within this sections just like in a mental asylum there are Units . Unit 1, unit 2, unit 3.. These are what you call in your language -- countries. And within these units you have the rooms and in the rooms are the patients. And just like in a mental asylum, they allowed out  depending on the severity of their cases. Some are encouraged to make friends meet other people marry , some are encouraged to study, some are told to seek occupational therapy what you call work others are told to engage in play therapy or art therapy or music ther...

Nothing I say or write must be taken in absolute terms. Why ? Because I myself don't take myself absolutely seriously...and that for "philosophical" reasons. Cut the chase as the Yankees say -- so I will cut the chase and get to the meat. Am here again... Am here again because I been banned from the Social media platform I use. I haven't stop writing except in a lazy way -- not that am intellectually lazy myself -- people are lazy very lazy with short attention spans . 140 characters is all they can handle and even that proves too much -- because most of the time they too fucking engrossed in their own navel -- Narcissism of the most blatant  type is the ordre du Jour. So I don't take being excluded/ banned very well. I say what I have to say. Mind you it won't be something terribly new -- but it is a confirmation of what I have said before -- the liberals progressives left leanings are the most politically disgraceful hypocrites around. Of that am  n...

For those who have been following my writings, there are countries I have been warning about since the Fall of Baghdad in 2003. These countries were/are  Yemen, Turkey, PAKISTAN Bahrain and Saudi Arabia. The ones who designed the fall of Iraq into Darkness in 2003, are the same ones who are designing the tearing apart  the dismantling of the above mentioned countries. Do I have to name them for you again and again and again ? THINK. ISIL is nothing but a weapon, a weapon of mass destruction, a mean to an end. Still no one knows who ISIL is...you speculate, and you keep speculating, and in these speculations, arms are sold, countries are destroyed and lives are snatched. ISIL are land mappers, their caliphate is the caliphate of the Anti Christ. Who is the anti Christ ? Well you got to answer that one, if you can answer that one, you will know who ISIL is. The Anti Christ has many agents working for him by the way, not just ISIL, again you need to THINK. Myopia requ...

Trumposhti is a term of Arabic endearment that I HAVE COINED (don't go stealing it) to call the new President of the United States of America  - Trump. I actually like the guy, believe it or not. First of, he makes me laugh. And I can do with some humor. Bush was/is a moron and Obama a lousy charlatan snake charmer. So Trump is a breath of fresh air. Furthermore, I wanted to make sure  I had not fallen into some ideological right wing snare, so I went around and asked people what they thought of Trumposhti. And to my great surprise, people were fine with him. Not that they really cared about the USA, they don't, understandably so, but they were fine with him. The overwhelming response I received was ---  " At least he is clear". And in an age of universal deceit, clarity is not such a bad thing.

A Deep Malaise... Here is this Insomniac, with yet another cup of bitter coffee, overtaken by a deep malaise. As I made sure, my mom was in her bed and not slouching on the sofa, I was reflecting on how difficult old age must be. Then one thought took me to another...first the elderly, a very neglected group worldwide, more than children, also a group who suffers much taunting and different forms of abuse, from psychological to physical either by caretakers, in hospices, in hospitals, in pensioners homes, in "mouroirs" ....and obviously in war zones, victims of violence, brutality, loss, displacement and endless grief. And another thought took me to another .. from how difficult it is to become old and fragile, vulnerable, to the difficulty of living in general. I see it on people's faces, in what they fail, omit to say, in their sighs, in the brave fronts they put up, in their escapism, in their outbursts, in their withheld rage, in their pleas, in their race t...

Homecoming - Split in Two. Hello Blog, long time, been two years, did not miss you much, missed Iraq though, the Iraq of my memories, niched somewhere refusing to be forgotten. I do not miss the current Iraq, it's gone to the dogs, split in two, three and maybe even four. Talking about splits. Remember that thing I devoted a whole post in its "honor". if you click on the link, you will get to see its "beautiful face". Anyway I received this from it dated 8 July 2016 (here is its 2 minutes of online fame) "I hope someone sticks in sword in your rotten vagina and splits you in two.  Ive decided that its been a while since you have been degraded . I plan for you an online equivalent of Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo all rolled in one ....stay tuned." What better way to write again, without this lovely invitation ? Not that I wish to beef up that t hing , beef up the inexistent part , that need beefing up and sexing up  to use Tony Blai...

Hello Blogger my old friend... Hello darkness my old friend,I  came to talk with you again...because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains, within the sound of silence. I came to disturb the sound of silence. I love disturbing people...I was always told that I was a nuisance. I lived up to the expectations of me. Silence as a cancer grow... I can assure you, you have tumors growing in you, the size of grapefruits... Why you hate grapefruits ? I was told am a nuisance...I just love annoying you...in between the soda and popcorn breaks... What ? am I to announce my own funeral -so you can rest in peace ? Would you like to see the last living one of us signing her own death warrant ? Am sure you would, in between breaks of soda and popcorn... I love the way my words pop don't you ? I love popping them like corn on a hot stove Just to remind you of the sound of silence.

I am breaking my silence with ruins....this is a wound that will never heal, not even in my afterlife. I need not explain much, as I have already explained much in the past. You  are the ones who will be doing much explanation on the Day of Reckoning. You don't have to watch the testimonies of the living,  if you don't want to, if you can't spare your precious empty time, a time devoid of substance... But you are being watched, observed....and all is transcribed, noted down,  recorded...all.  And even if your consciences are dead, there is the One that is Alive and never dies.

I am a terribly disorganized female...I find order in chaos...I am not structured, nor methodic...am a willow...a weeping willow... I bend, yield, like bamboo that seeks growth in mud water...that's my nature. I also lose passwords in the mud...trying to survive the mud. You must have a password...or you can't get through...I have a password and I keep loosing it, or it keeps being changed. I am told to write, when my muse left me in the mud...I am told -- write anyway... tell them, while bent, about willow trees...weeping willows and weeping widows... tell them about orphaned girls tell them about the severity of life and the severity of survival... tell them, for they are a people living in satin like...illusions. Tell them...and dig stories out of your old ragged sack tell them when it is not satin nor velvet tell them...for passwords are meant for all.

Today is Valentine's and this is the sectarian Shiite government of Maliki demonstration of love for the Iraqi people. This is a rushed translation. I have translated the gist. An Iraqi man with his family, has his home bombed destroyed. including all electrical outlets, (electricity is still a big deal in Iraq 11 years on and to get electricity you have to invest much in terms of money and ingenuity to get an electrical current). Furthermore this man has disabled children - he points to the wheel chair. His house is now unlivable, he has to leave - exiled within his own country. Here is the translation : Maliki - you coward, may God debase you. Today is Friday, you destroyed our electricity, why,   what have we done to you, you burnt our electrical outlet, we are also muslims. You coward, you unbeliever, you Farissi (Persian), you apostate. I have disabled children , this is her wheelchair, you exiled us, may God exile you in Hell. This is my...

The Feminine is considered a "recipient", you know, that womb, uterus that will carry, bear it and endure...labor pangs and all....sacrifice, self effacement, selflessness for the "greater good". The Feminine, the land that is "toiled" like a field...the earth, the ground where you plant seeds that sprout... The Feminine - The dumping ground ? Seems it is so. I liken Iraq to the Feminine, in its rather simplistic and vulgar definition as in above...This is where all the syphilitic vultures dump their violence. Today, a female TV presenter was shot dead in Mosul, she was just reporting... Yesterday, the day before yesterday and the months before yesterday and the years before yesterday, Iraqi women have been the "recipient" of Violence, male violence. Whether this violence came in the form of a US missile, an AK47, a gun, a knife, a cane or an actual penis, it does not really matter, it is all Phallic violence. One Iraqi woman...

Being a female blogger is a very "interesting" experience to say the least...you do come across all sorts... Some sorts, you let go of...you don't want to be flogging dead psychotic horses, some others, you wait and see and others ...you deal with...hoping they are not already dead horses, waiting to be flogged. In my "career" as a blogger, I have come across it all...I do not share every single email I have received, nor every single intimidation, nor every single threat...I collect them...I amass them...as souvenirs then comes a day when I decide I want to share my collection with the world...both as an experience I wish you to partake in , and as a warning..... Am kind that way...and patient that way...I warn before hand..so those who know can inform those who don't. Let's take one example that of an Indian guy, who goes by the name of Shishir Yerramilli, living in the UAE, and emailing from different accounts under the name of yshishir@hotmail...

Iraqi Artist Sattar Darwish 2005 I did say, I will take you down, by all necessary means and by all means necessary ... So hear it from me as a préambule : Let's start it objective, the way you like it, the way you are in the habit of approaching it, in your symposiums and conferences ...entrenched in the aura of "intellectual" inquiry and reflection, as you like to call it. This -- Draft lawfor a return to "Shariah" Law (of the Shiite Jaafari flavor) in matters regulating personal status which include marriage and divorce. I will not go through each article, take the time to read it yourself. Not that "Shariah" law has disappeared from Iraqi society after our "liberation", quite the opposite, Iraqi society has all the necessary allure of a "shariah" compliant society.  How so ? Very simple, just judging by the sheer amount of women who have been forced to veil since 2003, is a good indicator. Well at least in ...

Take 60mn off and do watch this very intelligently done video by US vet Ross Caputi. It is a source of multi layered information on Iraq, past and present, the American Occupation, what Resistance is and is not...and more. Even though Ross Caputi centers his experience on Fallujah but the scope of the video does go beyond Fallujah. and touches on so many more aspects. I do urge you to watch it. A very well done piece of work. Hats off Ross C and Bless you from an Iraqi. Fear Not the Path of Truth from Ross Caputi on Vimeo .

Wow, been a long time since I published anything on Iraq. Not that it matters much. It never mattered in the beginning, I don't see why it should matter in the end. Not that I stopped loving, I have my own beef to deal with with Iraqis, I don't forcibly see them with kind eyes. But that's another story. Also I was wondering what were the "invisible forces" that blocked me from writing ---apart from my most disappointing love, a few death and rape threats, that took their temporary toll...the likes of " you will get raped with knives"... I often imagined what is it like to be raped with knives, not that I particularly enjoy the imagery, but a sort of "desentization" if you may call it...I press my legs hard against my seat as the picture comes across ...not that it is a first. I had the utmost pleasure of seeing my "corpse pissed on in a morgue and fucked by dwarfs..." At the end of the day, I can tell you this --- men's im...

Iraqi artist - Ali Najjar, 2011 I love the night, there is something of a black velvet in the night...I like the way obscurity covers up....I like not having to see....I like the darkness....I find it restful, appeasing, calm... Daylight exposes. You see the imperfections, the cracks, the rust, the deformities, the ugliness... Dark is Mercy, Light is Wrath... When a something, someone is born, you say --- it has seen the Light. It emerges from the canal of darkness, of security, comfort and mercy to a world of black and white first, then to colors...but at first, it cries when it open its eyes and sees the light.... Crying is a sign that you have seen the light....it has differentiated you, it has separated you...and has   exposed the other...in a world of mirrors and reflections... ******* Today, the o' so proper BBC, ran a piece,   en passant ...hoping no one would notice...Western media is good at running pieces...it ran many in 2003, and made sure eve...

Protests are raging throughout Iraq...thousands upon thousands are demanding the following : - End of Sectarian Shia rule - the re-writing of the Iraqi constitution (drafted by the Americans and Iranians) - the end to arbitrary killings and detention, rape and torture of all detainees on basis of sect alone and their release - the end of discriminatory policies in employment, education, etc based on sect - the provision of government services to all - the end of corruption - no division between Shias and Sunnis, a one Islam for all Iraqi Muslims and a one Iraq for all Iraqis. The protests in Anbar, Fallujah, Sammara, Baquba,  Tikrit, Kirkuk, Mosul...and in different parts of Baghdad stress over and over 1) the spontaneous nature of the "popular revolution against oppression and injustice" 2) its peaceful nature  i.e unarmed  3) the welcoming of ALL to join the protests regardless of sect or ethnicity as ONE Iraqi people and 4) and the March to Baghdad. Today, ...

Listen, am feeling ecstatic today, and wanted to share some of my elation and moments of pure joy with you...see how generous I am ?! Also, because I know what you are about to read and see won't get much publicity...and am here to make sure it does . His name is Yasser Al-Sammarai.. and it is likely that Yasser Al-Sammarai will not get the publicity Muntadher al Zaidi got... Al Zaidi, you remember him don't you ? The guy who threw a couple of nice Kundaras / shoes at Bush....well Zaidi got much publicity... I, for one wrote a post in his honor, I don't regret it ..he was my hero then, but kind of fell from grace after I learned that he and his family are loving supporters of the sectarian drilling raping party of Muqtada Al-Sadr and that despite their anti sectarian and anti Iran rhetoric. Never mind Al Zaidi, today I am going to introduce to you my new hero, Yasser Al-Sammarai ... "Now these are men " a relative exclaimed jubilantly...while another dr...

Omar Ali Al-Ani. martyr unarmed protester killed among 9 others today in Fallujah by the sectarian Shia government of Nouri Al-Maliki So you crossed oceans, with thousands of men, the greatest movement of troops since the second world war to "liberate" from a "dictatorship"and what a liberation it was, is... I said to myself, I will not write anymore. What is the point - thousands still linger in secret dungeons, tortured, raped and killed...in your new democracy, your model for the rest of the Arab world. You did not blink an eye...you saw absolutely nothing fundamentally wrong with any of it...life goes on for you, as it did in the past, as it will in the future...who cares...not you...certainly not the other Arabs, and definitely not the vile sectarian dogs you installed...in your model democracy. One should really command you with utmost praise for your noble endeavors...noble undertakings from a very noble people...we are really enjoying your ...