Supplementary Edition,
Ok, I'm here to console myself first and then the Iraqi people for the martyrdom of the comedian artist "Waleed H. Jiaz" and ask Allah to inspire his family with patience and support.
Jiaz was murdered in Baghdad in 20th of Sep. 2006 by some unknown brutal gunmen. He was father for 4 daughters and a boy.
Personally, I liked that comedian and I liked his show "Caricature"! He was one of the stars of that audacious comedic show, which concerned about many different issues that really interest every Iraqi civilian such as; the critical security situation, the fanatics, the dismal performance of the Iraqi government and the low-level services (Power, fuel, water, traffic and communications).
Yeah, I know there're tens of such poor guy are killed everyday in Iraq but I do matter for his death……… His death reminded me by Saif! They had the same effect on their own people; both of them had that incredible sense of humor! Some may say "Is it possible that such a naughty dirty-minded weasel cares for losing a person?" and I answer them "I do! cuz I lost Saif; and he was a brother of mine!".
God bless Saif!
God bless Jiaz!
God bless the martyrs of Iraq!
And God bless us all!
Amen!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Full of memories.............
Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken
But you see it's not me, it's not my family In your head,
in your head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their gunsIn your head,
In your head they are cryin'
In your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie
Another mother's breakin' heart is taking over
when the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old team since 1916 In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns
In your head they are dyin'
The Cranberries -Zombie-
On: No Need To Argue (1994)
Sup, pals?!God, how much I miss them! Before a year no one really imagined this! All I remember that we used to gather near a terrace outside the college's cafeteria chattin', laughin', examinin' girls' butts and sometimes discussing a filming project usually produced by the KID. My gang was including the KID, Eihab & Saif (Baghday). The KID is still alive but lives somewhere far, the rest two died tragically on a violent blast last June. Also Rock Girl, I miss her so fuckin' much. I dunno if she got engaged yet or not, her last letter revealed that she's gonna be engaged to some dude this week. I'm so worried about her!I'm not believing myself saying this but I do miss that "country girl" too!
Bah! My heart painfully squeezes for the memory of the deceased Saif! My being refuses (till this moment) the truth of his death. He was my dearest friend since we were kids and everything reminds me by him; his photos, his CDs, his notebooks and his England soccer team shirt!
I still keep this stuff with me cuz I don't have the enough courage to face his family and give it back to them! I'm also keeping a personal photo for him inside my wallet! I had some dreams about Saif looked so real, I'm wondering if the dead people can visit their beloved ones in dreams or something like that.Every night, I beg my Allah to meet Saif one last time in the afterlife whatever my destiny is!Till when we gotta suffer? Have we reached to a dead end? Will these cleavers stop ripping Iraq apart? Shall we witness the Lord's revenge on the ground and punish those savages who don't hesitate to kill?! Will those orphans, widows and those bereaved ones wipe the tears and give up wailing on the memory of their dear ones?! What did we do to deserve all this? Is their any light of hope at the end of this gloomy scary tunnel?
Or just as Metallica's 'no leaf clover';
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
And the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken
But you see it's not me, it's not my family In your head,
in your head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their gunsIn your head,
In your head they are cryin'
In your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie
Another mother's breakin' heart is taking over
when the violence causes silence We must be mistaken
It's the same old team since 1916 In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'With their tanks and their bombs And their bombs and their guns
In your head they are dyin'
The Cranberries -Zombie-
On: No Need To Argue (1994)
Sup, pals?!God, how much I miss them! Before a year no one really imagined this! All I remember that we used to gather near a terrace outside the college's cafeteria chattin', laughin', examinin' girls' butts and sometimes discussing a filming project usually produced by the KID. My gang was including the KID, Eihab & Saif (Baghday). The KID is still alive but lives somewhere far, the rest two died tragically on a violent blast last June. Also Rock Girl, I miss her so fuckin' much. I dunno if she got engaged yet or not, her last letter revealed that she's gonna be engaged to some dude this week. I'm so worried about her!I'm not believing myself saying this but I do miss that "country girl" too!
Bah! My heart painfully squeezes for the memory of the deceased Saif! My being refuses (till this moment) the truth of his death. He was my dearest friend since we were kids and everything reminds me by him; his photos, his CDs, his notebooks and his England soccer team shirt!
I still keep this stuff with me cuz I don't have the enough courage to face his family and give it back to them! I'm also keeping a personal photo for him inside my wallet! I had some dreams about Saif looked so real, I'm wondering if the dead people can visit their beloved ones in dreams or something like that.Every night, I beg my Allah to meet Saif one last time in the afterlife whatever my destiny is!Till when we gotta suffer? Have we reached to a dead end? Will these cleavers stop ripping Iraq apart? Shall we witness the Lord's revenge on the ground and punish those savages who don't hesitate to kill?! Will those orphans, widows and those bereaved ones wipe the tears and give up wailing on the memory of their dear ones?! What did we do to deserve all this? Is their any light of hope at the end of this gloomy scary tunnel?
Or just as Metallica's 'no leaf clover';
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Monday, November 06, 2006
Shifty minded
Hey, for the ones who haven't about me recently, I'd like to tell them that I'm here in Syria again!!!
No, I'm not kiddin', I'm sayin' the truth! I've been there in Iraq for a week no more, but what a week!
In fact, I just wanted to start ma life independently leaving ma parents away and continue finishin' ma studies without any stress and tension. I thought by going back there I can meet ma longtime expected girl, I went back to be myself and prove something I need to be proved!
I went there with all dreams and fancies of a better independent future ignoring every tear or request to abandon that idea of going back.
"WRONG TIME WRONG PLACE", that was what I had realized as soon as I got Baghdad. I intended to go to college on Sunday to see some pals and hang out and meet, if possible, ma girl but I couldn't make it! The area was crowded with armored vehicles of US armed forces, there were also some choppers hovering above. "Shit! I have to go on foot till the main road!" I've whispered. There were number of Iraqi national guards and one of them was holding a speaker:" WE ASK THE CIVILIANS NOT TO GO OUT, THERE WILL BE SOME SEARCHING OPERATIONS AND WE HOPE YOU COOPERATE WITH US TO MAKE THIS MISSION SUCCEFUL FOR YOUR SAFTEY!"
"What?! We haven't started yet! It's ma first day here!" I went to them to tell them I had college and I must go before 8:00 am!
"Sorry, dude! All the residences should be stock taken!" Some American sgt. last-named Blake as it was written on his uniform.
Me: "What for?! Is it for that kidnapped soldier?"
Blake: "Oh, hehehe! Yea, for this and that! Now, you may go before someone sees you and thinks that you are some informer or something!"
Me: "Oh, yea! Nice way for kicking me out but thank you anyway!"
I went to college anyway, and to my surprise there wasn't much there, as I revealed in my last posting, and also I couldn't meet that girl!
All the ones I've met there told me that I was silly to go back to Iraq in such conditions whatever the reason was! There were some reasons I'd prefer not to mention led me by thinking of leaving Iraq again!
Anyways, I wanna tell you something real that I've experienced; Chick are so dumb! And no offence, you ladies!
I'm worried about the people there in Iraq, the next days would be so difficult and horrible! Saddam has been sentenced to death penalty and this issue won't go easy, possibly, things will rise up terribly there in Iraq!
In Iraq, yesterday is better than today! Forget the sex thing! ;)
No, I'm not kiddin', I'm sayin' the truth! I've been there in Iraq for a week no more, but what a week!
In fact, I just wanted to start ma life independently leaving ma parents away and continue finishin' ma studies without any stress and tension. I thought by going back there I can meet ma longtime expected girl, I went back to be myself and prove something I need to be proved!
I went there with all dreams and fancies of a better independent future ignoring every tear or request to abandon that idea of going back.
"WRONG TIME WRONG PLACE", that was what I had realized as soon as I got Baghdad. I intended to go to college on Sunday to see some pals and hang out and meet, if possible, ma girl but I couldn't make it! The area was crowded with armored vehicles of US armed forces, there were also some choppers hovering above. "Shit! I have to go on foot till the main road!" I've whispered. There were number of Iraqi national guards and one of them was holding a speaker:" WE ASK THE CIVILIANS NOT TO GO OUT, THERE WILL BE SOME SEARCHING OPERATIONS AND WE HOPE YOU COOPERATE WITH US TO MAKE THIS MISSION SUCCEFUL FOR YOUR SAFTEY!"
"What?! We haven't started yet! It's ma first day here!" I went to them to tell them I had college and I must go before 8:00 am!
"Sorry, dude! All the residences should be stock taken!" Some American sgt. last-named Blake as it was written on his uniform.
Me: "What for?! Is it for that kidnapped soldier?"
Blake: "Oh, hehehe! Yea, for this and that! Now, you may go before someone sees you and thinks that you are some informer or something!"
Me: "Oh, yea! Nice way for kicking me out but thank you anyway!"
I went to college anyway, and to my surprise there wasn't much there, as I revealed in my last posting, and also I couldn't meet that girl!
All the ones I've met there told me that I was silly to go back to Iraq in such conditions whatever the reason was! There were some reasons I'd prefer not to mention led me by thinking of leaving Iraq again!
Anyways, I wanna tell you something real that I've experienced; Chick are so dumb! And no offence, you ladies!
I'm worried about the people there in Iraq, the next days would be so difficult and horrible! Saddam has been sentenced to death penalty and this issue won't go easy, possibly, things will rise up terribly there in Iraq!
In Iraq, yesterday is better than today! Forget the sex thing! ;)
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