Something about "Liberation"...
    
    By Layla Anwar 
    
    04/30/07 "ICH"      -- -- This "liberation" has done us in.
    
    There is not one person I know who has not been affected and      whose life has not been altered, read - forever changed by so      much "liberation".
    
    You don't even have to be an Iraqi. This "liberation" has served      as a perfect mirror reflecting the moral bankruptcy of some and      the resilience of others...
    
    Those who are faithful to Iraq - the concept of it - (now we are      talking about concepts since the Reality of what was Iraq is      something of the past!), those who are close to Iraq in spirit      and mind lose sleep too...
    
    I have received tons of mails from all over the world. Africa,      India, Europe, Asia, the Middle East and the USA.
    
    Those who are close to Iraq in spirit feel alienated from their      peers. They suddenly feel out of place, they suddenly no longer      feel as if they belong to what was deemed a "familiar"      environment. This "liberation" has affected them too...
    Seems they, too, are as unable to handle so much "freedom"...
    But they are a minority. I like to call them the "feeling"      minority. These people and all honors to them have not lost the      capacity to feel...Praise them for they have become a rare      breed.
    
    Some write to me expressing their own pain, some write to me      telling me how they feel strangers in their own land and some      write to me thanking me for "freeing" them with my      anger...giving them that inner space and permission to express      the repressed taboos of the "politically correct", to formulate      their own anger vis a vis the lies and the deceptions...
    And they write to me expressing their disgust.
    
    Something about this Iraqi "liberation" is viscerally      disgusting...
    
    Something about it, something out of this world... Something      unseen before, something unfathomable...
    
    As if all the dirt and the scum of the Earth has risen to the      surface like the sewage of the streets of Baghdad...
    
    As if this Earth has not stopped vomiting all of its foul bitter      acid bile ...covering the whole land of Ur with it.
    
    Never, at least not to my knowledge, has a "liberation" produced      so much human filth...
    Never has a "liberation" managed to generate so many death      mercenaries and contractors being paid up to 5'000 dollars a day      with the sole aim of exterminating...and "pacifying".
    Never has a country been so openly plundered and pillaged right      in front of everyone's eyes and to the utter silence of its      spectators...
    Never have so many atrocities of an unspeakable kind, not even      seen in the worst horror films go by under an aura of such great      detached indifference...
    
    When I mention that cadavers are deliberately left lying in the      streets until they are bloated by death or chewed at by wild      dogs, I am not believed...I am called extraordinary with      extraordinary claims.
    I am told, surely the civilized world will not allow that!?. I      am then asked to prove it.
    Like do you want me to send you a corpse by DHL or should I ask      one of the mercenaries of Blackwater Inc. to carry one in his      suitcase, courtesy of the Crusaders?
    
    When I write to "friends" that some children are seen playing      football with the skull of a dead man, something that has been      confirmed by the Arab League Ambassador to Baghdad, I am told      that I need psychiatric help...Surely no "liberation" will drive      children to play ball with heads ?!
    
    When I am told, that some members of a sectarian militias like      the Badr Brigades or Mahdi Army of Iran presented a sunni woman      with her baby boy roasted and on platter delivered in front of      her doorsteps...I say to myself surely this "liberation" cannot      give birth to so much cannibalism...and that maybe I do need      psychiatric care after all.
    
    When am told that an elderly woman waiting for her son in some      street in Baghdad is presented with a plastic bag with her son      in it in pieces...I feel I am watching a third rate horror      show...and maybe I am having audible hallucinations.
    
    But this is the reality of the Iraqi "liberation".
    All these base, bestial, sadistic, psychopathic impulses have      been unleashed and encouraged to flourish...
    
    Iraq , the mirror of the West's "suppressed" bestiality? I leave      you to ponder on this one.
    
    But whatever you come up with, you must admit, there has never      been a "liberation" like this one...ever.
    
    Who am I ? The eternal Question . Have not figured it out      fully yet . All you need to know about me is that I am a Middle      Easterner ,an Arab Woman - into my 40's and old enough to know      better . I have no homeland per se . I live in      Iraq,Lebanon,Palestine, Jordan, Syria and Egypt simultaneously      .... All the rest is icing on the cake.          http://arabwomanblues.blogspot.com
 
					

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