My Policy

I haven't written much lately. I realized that when I sent a portfolio of my work with the application form to the University Of Toronto. I read all my previous modest short stories and poems and wondered why I'm not writing these days. I feel numb. I watch the news and I don't know what to feel. Sorry? Is that what should I feel when I find my country is just "headlines" hero. "The situation in Baghdad"… (A number of people) were killed, (another number of people) were injured, (a number of cars) were bombed… butcheries, assassination, devastation, no security and much more.

In a normal conversation with anyone lives in Iraq just asking them "how are you?" you get the reply "still alive!" And then (name someone) died few days ago, (another name) lost his arm in blast near the shop he works in. And don't forget the hallucination about no water, no electricity and other trifle things people around the world take it for granted. I mean only in scary movies you see the power is off. It is a real scary movie Iraqis are living every single minute.

I never wanted to talk politics. Nor even about religion. The first is so confusing and silly that I should leave for those who know the history of the world very well, and those who understand the political beliefs, and not to forget those who seek power and dream of controlling the world, and add to them those who wants personal financial benefits. As for the second matter, religion, I find it a completely personal issue between me and my God, the Creator.

I'm not going to vote. If someone is going to take part in this election (with my respect to many people I know who are going to do so) it means this someone is admitting legitimately to this process, while it's not as long as it's under the occupation forces. I didn't even take a look at the lists nor bothered myself with the false and fake promises they made.

I publish a poem or a thought about the country I still dream of, Iraq. It is a dream indeed to go back to my home, and rest in peace, even if that means I would only be buried there. My feelings to my country are not goods need marketing so others would express sympathy.

I would like to add, most of my posts were written in Baghdad or Jordan. Now I'm editing them for those who would like to read them again. I wrote a short story about a little girl who lived the war. The title is 'Bombed Flowers". I finished editing it and hope to post it soon.

You may wonder now what my policy is. I am saying it out loud and not afraid to admit I'm not good in politics. I read a lot and each time I read about politics principle I say "not bad, good slogans, great solutions for the problems they faced, that time they were right to think so and so". And then bang! A great revolution. And bang! They rule. And another Bang! They turn to be self-conceited dictators arrogant for their beliefs. And the final bang! Next thing you know they turn to be Wanted and hanged to death.


So… does it make any different if we ally this or that. Sooner or latter someone will die and lose, the other wins and rule for a while and then dangled. My policy for now is just to watch and see how it will end. Hoping I would be alive to see that day. It's not that I will side with those who win as if someone watching a football match and confused whom to choose, when the game is over would say "yea, I'm with Real Madrid". First of all they are not two teams. They are many and none of them is a REAL team. Each one is trying to obtain a chair.

Technically my policy is no politics at all.

I have to question if any of you, blogs readers, read by chance the Iraqi new character "Shallash"? I'm sure if you search on google you'll find something about him. I believe this is a new literary folk genre. Believe it or not his satire is going somewhere. Such thoughtful, simple ideas can change the world, hopefully for the better.

Greetings for all.