12/1/2006
I’ve been struggling with crippling despair since election results , I was hoping for sort of a miracle , but finally I gave up . So, no more political discussions! , not interested any more in who killed who, or who is going where , or what is cooking in the kitchen .
My mates have noticed this metamorphosis and are trying mischievously to resuscitate me.
- I say, did you see “ what’s his name” yesterday? , did you hear what he said , he went on like he was the only Iraqi on earth ... “Winking at one another saying that trying to lure me into a discussion”.
- Not interested ( I reply gloomily )
- May they all rot in hell ( I reply on another occasion aggressively)
- May they all catch Bird’s Flue as far as I am concerned ( I reply on another occasion maliciously ) .
One old man in my office is observing the disturbing changes in my attitude with delight , cause we always used to have these heated debates , which usually ended with us frowning at each other and not talking for the rest of the day , and me ultimately offering him a chocolate bar as a reconciliation bribe.
He has been hovering round me like a vulture , trying to contain himself and repress his joy seeing my sulky eyes . Then, before the Eid, he spilt it all out , and he seized the first opportunity to stab me with the words I dreaded to hear most : I TOLD YOU !
I kept my eyes on the book I’ve been reading since the day after elections ( The Art of Happiness) , a selection of interviews with the Dalai Lama , I am reading it as a form of remedy.
He carried on;
- I told you didn’t I ? . but you.. oh no you wouldn’t listen, you said the seculars will win , there simply cannot be a religious autocracy in Iraq . Aye , aye , I told you dear , they need a Saddam , and if there weren’t a Saddam they would’ve invented one sooner or later .
I wanted to say: you have lost faith in people completely, and you do not believe in resurrection , but I bit my tongue instead.
He said with sparks of victory dancing in his eyes :
- History child , history , who killed Imam Al Hussein ? We did . Who killed his holy father before him ? We did …. “ Oh God here we go again “ - I thought grinding my teeth- … Who dragged the Royal family in the streets of Baghdad? We did - I joined him in a choir this time- …. Who killed Abdul Kareem Qasim ? We did. Who killed abdul Majeed Al Khoui ? We did .
He went on with his monologue : With iron and fire this nation should be ruled . Al Hajaj and Saddam were the only ones who managed to rule Iraq successfully … at that point I switched off and the broadcast was cut , and when that happens I usually start imagining things . Instead of the cute chubby red face of my old co worker, I saw a candle illuminated face with terrified eyes and a finger pointing at me, forebodingly shouting : You are all dooooooooooomed , Iraq is doomed , run for cover you jerks.
I shook my head and went back to the page I was reading :The Dalai Lama looked at me from the pages saying amicably : “no success , no wealth , no mate can grant you happiness .Happiness is there inside you , it has to come from Within … you have to look inside your soul” . I’ve been trying , but what I saw inside me freaked me out , it was so scary, that I’d rather not do that Again .
My mates have noticed this metamorphosis and are trying mischievously to resuscitate me.
- I say, did you see “ what’s his name” yesterday? , did you hear what he said , he went on like he was the only Iraqi on earth ... “Winking at one another saying that trying to lure me into a discussion”.
- Not interested ( I reply gloomily )
- May they all rot in hell ( I reply on another occasion aggressively)
- May they all catch Bird’s Flue as far as I am concerned ( I reply on another occasion maliciously ) .
One old man in my office is observing the disturbing changes in my attitude with delight , cause we always used to have these heated debates , which usually ended with us frowning at each other and not talking for the rest of the day , and me ultimately offering him a chocolate bar as a reconciliation bribe.
He has been hovering round me like a vulture , trying to contain himself and repress his joy seeing my sulky eyes . Then, before the Eid, he spilt it all out , and he seized the first opportunity to stab me with the words I dreaded to hear most : I TOLD YOU !
I kept my eyes on the book I’ve been reading since the day after elections ( The Art of Happiness) , a selection of interviews with the Dalai Lama , I am reading it as a form of remedy.
He carried on;
- I told you didn’t I ? . but you.. oh no you wouldn’t listen, you said the seculars will win , there simply cannot be a religious autocracy in Iraq . Aye , aye , I told you dear , they need a Saddam , and if there weren’t a Saddam they would’ve invented one sooner or later .
I wanted to say: you have lost faith in people completely, and you do not believe in resurrection , but I bit my tongue instead.
He said with sparks of victory dancing in his eyes :
- History child , history , who killed Imam Al Hussein ? We did . Who killed his holy father before him ? We did …. “ Oh God here we go again “ - I thought grinding my teeth- … Who dragged the Royal family in the streets of Baghdad? We did - I joined him in a choir this time- …. Who killed Abdul Kareem Qasim ? We did. Who killed abdul Majeed Al Khoui ? We did .
He went on with his monologue : With iron and fire this nation should be ruled . Al Hajaj and Saddam were the only ones who managed to rule Iraq successfully … at that point I switched off and the broadcast was cut , and when that happens I usually start imagining things . Instead of the cute chubby red face of my old co worker, I saw a candle illuminated face with terrified eyes and a finger pointing at me, forebodingly shouting : You are all dooooooooooomed , Iraq is doomed , run for cover you jerks.
I shook my head and went back to the page I was reading :The Dalai Lama looked at me from the pages saying amicably : “no success , no wealth , no mate can grant you happiness .Happiness is there inside you , it has to come from Within … you have to look inside your soul” . I’ve been trying , but what I saw inside me freaked me out , it was so scary, that I’d rather not do that Again .
3 Comments:
Please don't despair. It doesn't look good, but you never know what can happen in the future.
I enjoy your blog.
hela rouletta!
how are you doing?
will you tell us about it on your blog?
take care and my very bests
The guy from your office reminds me of my parents. They like to tell us the story of human body parts that fell into our backyard as a result of the bloody fights during Al-Shawaf revolution.
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