Friday, 13 April 2007

Another Deep Wound

I wasn’t going to write about this matter, I’m writing this post just because my last one sounds a bit funny and I feel a shamed to have fun among this sorrow.

My mother called me yesterday; she sounded so sad, “what is wrong?” I asked, “Nothing” she replied.
“What about the bridge? Was anyone got hurt?”
“I thought you didn’t hear about it, so I tried not to tell you”

My mother is only worried about me, she only thinks about her son and she doesn’t want him worry, she lives all the horror and thinks about me, I really feel ashamed that I’m living here, they’re dying there, they’re dying for no reason, while I’m living here complaining that I don’t have fun, I don’t have friends, how silly I’m?

I don’t know what to say, it was not only a bridge; it’s a symbol. Symbol for Baghdad, for love and for the ancient days. It was just a nice thing we had and yet, we lost.

To everyone who likes to defend whatever he calls it; resistance, Jihad or what else, I really wish you loosing everything, I wish you suffer forever, I wish you see whatever dear to your hearts being destroyed while you’re helpless.

I have to admit that I’m not brave; no I’m not, I’m not brave to face such situations, I’m not ready to loose anymore, however can I stop it, all what I wish is to live as far as my mother is alive, just not to make her dishearten by loosing me, then I don’t want this life anymore.

I know that this post is not well written and maybe there is no coherence in it and no point behind it yet, it’s just what I feel



This what I feel


الكَمر والديرة
ديوان الشاعر العراقي الكبير عريان السيد خلف
غريبة


يا غريب اذكر اهلك - والكَالها
.. ابحجية ايتنكّت
هيّج اجروح الكَلب .. والعين ..
كت مهضوم .. كتت
ذكروّها .. واعادة اليذكر يحن ..
والروح .. لاهل الروح حنّت
ونتّ .. اوماظن مثل ونها .. الصخر
.. خنساه ونّت
صبّرتها .. اوكابرت عالظيم .. والكابر
.. يظل بسكوت .. ينهت
طاحت ، اوفوك الفشل .. بمصابها
الشامت .. تشمت
شلون ذلت .... ؟
اخ ياروحي .. الكّبل جانت عزيزة
شلون ذلت .. ؟.
ملت امن اونينها .. او عذّالها
امن اللوم ملّت
واصبحت .. مثل الرشة المتروك
من يشله .. جليبة
اوحنت .. اوعاداة المحبين ..
لو حن المحب .. يطلب حبيبه يالتريدين
الولف .. ولف الجفاج .. امنين اجيبه
كافي غيبه .. كافي .. جلمات العتب
عالناس .. ياروحي الغريبة
يالمثل دلّه استوت بوجاغ ما يخمد لهيبه ..
يالتظنين .. ابعظم بلواج .. ما صارت مصيبه
هذا سهمج .. والسهم لوعات
والخانه الوكت يرضه بنصيبه
او هذا طبع الناس .. بيهم بلاوفه
اوبيهم وفي .. اتجيبه الحليبه
وانتي لا جف الينشف العين .. لا دار
الولف .. يمج جريبه
يالحسرتج . حسرة المجبود .. وادموعج
تبدّت
يالعلى اجروحج .. اعز الناس ..
من شافت ، تشمت
يالتظنين الشمل .. يلتم ..
شمل عزّج .. تشتت

4 comments:

Treasure of Baghdad said...

"I really feel ashamed that I’m living here, they’re dying there, they’re dying for no reason, while I’m living here complaining that I don’t have fun, I don’t have friends, how silly I’m?"

Man! You took the words out of my mind.

Little Penguin said...

On our way to Iraq, the taxi stopped and picked up a 3urbi who was stranded in the desert.. I decided to speak to him about something both of us understood.. shi3ir sha3by.. so I read a piece by Abbas Chechan and he told me who 3aryan Sayyed Khalaf was..

You posted a beautiful poem..

يالتظنين الشمل .. يلتم ..
شمل عزّج .. تشتت

inshallah it will be one, as it has always been

Regards

Yasmin (Blanche) said...

a&e iraqi,

Such a beautful post.. so beautiful, the words ab guilt and shame of not living there or dying there, just to b with THEM, the same feeling we all share.. i mean We , who really still iraqiyeen..
the poem,, wonderful..
ashat eedak..

Marshmallow26 said...

Hello a&eiraqi,

Oh come on please don't blame your self for being there...You can worry though.
I have never heard of this Iraqi Poet ;p