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

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...