كُلما إزددتُ بعداً عنها كلما إزددتُ حباً و شوقاً ؛ تنطلقُ الأشواقُ كالسهام لتصطدم بجدار الفراق و الغربة فتعودُ صدىً يُفزعني و يزيدُ من قلقي و معاناتي؛ صدى يُخبرُني ان البعد سيطول و الجراحُ لن تندملَ قريباً
ها هنا أشواقي
و ها هنا صداها
لاتتمنى
يا كلبي لا تتمنى ما طول جافانا الهوى وبطلنه
وك لا عين ضلت خاليه ولاضل ولف يتعنه
ولا تدك يالدكك قهر مقفول باب الجنه
وهي نوب ما مش ضنه
آه يا وكتنه الما صفت نيته وزرك عينه النه
وطحنه بوسط شلوه هفه وكل ذيب يبرد سنه
ردنه نكف ونهوش نحمي الروح ما أمجنه
وانته بجلاده عين صحت اكلنه
وما طول راضي بموتنى ستاطنه
آه ياخسارة نوحناويارخص ذيج الونه
ردفا علينا سهامكم واعلى الصبر دامنه
لااحنى للدنيا صفينا ولا هوى الدنيا النه
متبدل بطبعه الهوى لو احنى التبدلنه
آه ياهواهم باول ايامه شكثر دللنه
من وصل طينتها الضهر كلها تبرت منه
لاسالفه بشفة محب ولا عاذل اليعذلنه
وحشه دنيانه وصفت جنها ابد موش النه
متبدل بطبعه الوكت لو احنه التبدلنه
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عريان السيد خلف
Saturday, 20 October 2007
Thursday, 18 October 2007
miss you.....3mi
3mi and 3mti (the translation of uncle and aunt) are the terms used by Iraqi doctors to address their senior collages.
It was the A&E unit where I first met Ammar (or 3ammar); I was a first year medical student at that time and he was the chief registrar in the hospital; and he was quite strong person who everyone used to be careful while dealing with him.
I was examining one of the patients when he noticed that I was performing the wrong test; he immediately pulled me away and kept shouting “What on earth made you do so? Where are the doctors here who let you with the patients on your own”.
I was shocked and scared; I was just 19 year old and I was the most junior one; I kept quiet while he went on shouting and shouting, I sat away like a scared little child who had done something wrong!!
I realized that I was in a big trouble as he would never forgive such thing and he can kick me outside the hospital.
He kept putting an eye on me whenever he came to the A&E unit; I used to get worried whenever I see him.
Ammar & his team used to be on call every Saturday; and I had to call them whenever there was a critical or emergency condition; I remember how he looked at me when I woke him up once saying angrily “ For God’s sake, can’t you realize that I’m a senior registrar; there are my junior collages who you should consult first”.
I was quite sure that he would never let it go anymore; I was quite sure that he hates me so much.
Strangely; I was mistaken, he became vey nice to me, he added me to the surgical team and kept teaching me from the early beginning, we gradually became friends; or probably he adopted me.
Years went while I was his assistant.
I was the only junior student allowed to enter the elective operative theatre; I was allowed to participate in some of the work and introduced to all the consultants.
Being a member in the first surgical unit team was something great; we used to walk together like an army; it was just a nice feeling of being a doctor.
We became fiends; and always in touch; I grew up and he finished his studies and became a consultant; yet, nothing changed between us, he was always (3mi); and I was always Ammar’s son.
The last thing he did before he left the hospital was taking me to everyone he knew there saying to them “ Look; this is my friend and brother; when he needs something that means I need it; and you’ll be doing it for me”.
The only thing which used to disappoint him was my ideas to leave; he wanted me to stay and let him supervise my training till I become a good surgeon.
Unluckily; I couldn’t hug him good bye before I left Iraq, I couldn’t thank him for the last time; I couldn’t wish him a good life, and of course I wasn’t able to pay him back, as he was working in a district town far away from Baghdad; I was quite sure that there won’t be such person in my life; the one who gives just for giving; the one who teaches just to teach; just to see me better.
In fact; I believed that I was too old to be adopted.
Ammar is the only one who never misunderstood my words; the only one who never had suspicions about my behaviour and the only one who never ever thought that I wanted his friendship for a benefit; the thing which many people can’t believe.
I kept asking about him but nobody knows anything; all what we know that he works in that district town where we’re unable to contact him or to hear from him.
I just need to see how he is; has he got any children? How is he doing in his new life? Is he still alive?
I just need to see him, to hug him once more, to tell him how much I miss him, to tell him that I’m not going to be a surgeon, I’m going to stay in the A&E; in the place where we first met.
I need to tell him that I hate this life which made us live away from each other and deprive me from such a great friend.
While being away; while feeling lonely depressed and misunderstood, when nobody cares, when life is not going well; I saw a glimpse of Ammar’s personality; a hand stretched to help me; I felt that he is around; his warmth, his kindness, his funny behaviour sometimes.
I see Ammar’s face in everyone’s face when they try to give me something, when they try to look after me for no reason; I saw him when someone shouted to me for my own benefit.
I feel like he follows me like an angel, he is around wherever I go, his hand is stretched to catch my hand and he is smiling the same smile I used to see on his face.
I see him now in someone else; and I’m scared of losing him again.
It was the A&E unit where I first met Ammar (or 3ammar); I was a first year medical student at that time and he was the chief registrar in the hospital; and he was quite strong person who everyone used to be careful while dealing with him.
I was examining one of the patients when he noticed that I was performing the wrong test; he immediately pulled me away and kept shouting “What on earth made you do so? Where are the doctors here who let you with the patients on your own”.
I was shocked and scared; I was just 19 year old and I was the most junior one; I kept quiet while he went on shouting and shouting, I sat away like a scared little child who had done something wrong!!
I realized that I was in a big trouble as he would never forgive such thing and he can kick me outside the hospital.
He kept putting an eye on me whenever he came to the A&E unit; I used to get worried whenever I see him.
Ammar & his team used to be on call every Saturday; and I had to call them whenever there was a critical or emergency condition; I remember how he looked at me when I woke him up once saying angrily “ For God’s sake, can’t you realize that I’m a senior registrar; there are my junior collages who you should consult first”.
I was quite sure that he would never let it go anymore; I was quite sure that he hates me so much.
Strangely; I was mistaken, he became vey nice to me, he added me to the surgical team and kept teaching me from the early beginning, we gradually became friends; or probably he adopted me.
Years went while I was his assistant.
I was the only junior student allowed to enter the elective operative theatre; I was allowed to participate in some of the work and introduced to all the consultants.
Being a member in the first surgical unit team was something great; we used to walk together like an army; it was just a nice feeling of being a doctor.
We became fiends; and always in touch; I grew up and he finished his studies and became a consultant; yet, nothing changed between us, he was always (3mi); and I was always Ammar’s son.
The last thing he did before he left the hospital was taking me to everyone he knew there saying to them “ Look; this is my friend and brother; when he needs something that means I need it; and you’ll be doing it for me”.
The only thing which used to disappoint him was my ideas to leave; he wanted me to stay and let him supervise my training till I become a good surgeon.
Unluckily; I couldn’t hug him good bye before I left Iraq, I couldn’t thank him for the last time; I couldn’t wish him a good life, and of course I wasn’t able to pay him back, as he was working in a district town far away from Baghdad; I was quite sure that there won’t be such person in my life; the one who gives just for giving; the one who teaches just to teach; just to see me better.
In fact; I believed that I was too old to be adopted.
Ammar is the only one who never misunderstood my words; the only one who never had suspicions about my behaviour and the only one who never ever thought that I wanted his friendship for a benefit; the thing which many people can’t believe.
I kept asking about him but nobody knows anything; all what we know that he works in that district town where we’re unable to contact him or to hear from him.
I just need to see how he is; has he got any children? How is he doing in his new life? Is he still alive?
I just need to see him, to hug him once more, to tell him how much I miss him, to tell him that I’m not going to be a surgeon, I’m going to stay in the A&E; in the place where we first met.
I need to tell him that I hate this life which made us live away from each other and deprive me from such a great friend.
While being away; while feeling lonely depressed and misunderstood, when nobody cares, when life is not going well; I saw a glimpse of Ammar’s personality; a hand stretched to help me; I felt that he is around; his warmth, his kindness, his funny behaviour sometimes.
I see Ammar’s face in everyone’s face when they try to give me something, when they try to look after me for no reason; I saw him when someone shouted to me for my own benefit.
I feel like he follows me like an angel, he is around wherever I go, his hand is stretched to catch my hand and he is smiling the same smile I used to see on his face.
I see him now in someone else; and I’m scared of losing him again.
Monday, 8 October 2007
النهيُ عن المعروف و الامر بالمنكر
ما يهونُ عليَ الآم الغربة والوحدة القاتلة هو انني أتعلم منها الكثير , كلما ألقي أحداً أُمطِرُ عليهِ وابلَ أسئلتي كما لو كنتُ أُحققُ معهُ للوصول الى حقيقةٍ خافيةٍ عن ذهني.
هذهِ المرة التقيت بفتاتين في مناسبتين مختلفتين: فتاتان لا يجمعهما شيءٌ إلا سوء الحظ و غدرُ الزمان وتسلطُ الجهلاء في ظلِ غياب العقل وسيادة القوة الغبية , في ظاهرمها لا تشتركان بشيء و لكن بعد نقاشٍ قصير لا حظتُ أنهما متشابهنتين كثيراً رغم إختلاف الشكل و اللغة وطريقةِ العيش .
تغريد: شابةٌ يبدو السخطُ واضحاً متى ما تحدثت عن حكام بلادها: حكامٌ بات أسمها مرتبطاً بهم حتى لو لم تشأ, فوطنها من دون الأوطان لا إسمَ لهُ إلا أسمُ حاكيمه و المواطنون فيه (سعوديون) و إن لم ينتموا!!.
قبل أن ألتقي (تغريد) كنتُ قد إلتقيتُ (إلهام) طبيبةٌ شابة لا تقطنُ بعيداً عن (تغريد) هي ببساطة من الضفة الأخرى لخليجٍ يحكمهُ الحمقى و الأغبياء من الجهتين.
كلتاهما عبرت عن إستيائها بإسلوبٍ مختلف و لكن بتشابهٍ في المضمون جعلني أشكُ أنَ إحداهما إلتقت >الأخرى من قبل؛ تسلطُ الحكام و تجبرُ الأتباع والحرمانُ من أبسط الحقوق كان أولُ ما شكوهُ و لم تتوانا في الإسهاب بالحديث و ذكر الكثير من التفاصيل و كأنما كانتا متعطشتين للكلام ومتلهفتين لإخبار البشريةِ جمعاء عما يعانينهُ من جورٍ و ظيم.
تغريد: شابةٌ تكملُ دراساتها العليا ,تتعامل بنحوٍ عالٍ من الذوقِ و الأدب, تعاني الأمرين في بلادها؛ فهي هناك ليست إلا (ناقصةُ عقلٍ غيرُ محتشمة) و من واجب أهلها أن يستحوا منها , لا لسوءٍ في أدبها ولا لما يذمُ في عفتها ولكن لتجاوزها حدود( العقل والمنطق و الآداب العامة) في إمتناعها عن تغطيةِ وجهها إذا خرجت خارج البيت؛ ذكرتلي بألم كيف أن أحمقاً لا يفقهُ من الأمرِ شيئاً هاجمها في مكانٍ عامٍ متهماً إياها بقلة الأدب و إنعدام الأخلاق إذ أنها لم تراعي أنها (فتنةٌ) في عيون الرجال! , كما لو كان الرجالُ كلاباً سائبة تنهشُ كلَ ما ترى و كما لو كانت المرأةٌ طريدةً سهلة يقتنصُها من يشاء!!
لم يكتفِ الفتى بذلك بل طاردها الى سيارتها و هاجم السائق(إذ لا يحقُ لها أن تقود السيارة بنفسها) و تعدى على جدتها المسنة متهماً إياهم جميعاً بالسكوت عن المنكر و التشجيع عليه!!
لم يكن الفتى يتصرفُ من ذاته و لم يكن مجنوناً كما ظننتُ في باديءِ الأمر بل هو ليس إلا موظفٌ في هيئةٍ لم يبادر عالمنا العادل بإعتبارها منظمةٍ إرهابية لأنها لم تبادر لمعادةِ أحدٍ إلا أبناء شعبها , متبجحةً بإسمٍ أبعدُ عما تقوم به (الأمر بالمعروف والنهي عن المنكر).
لا يحتاجُ هؤلاءُ القوم للدراسة ولا الى كسب رزقهم فهم أصحابُ مهمةٍ سامية في نظرهم تتمثلُ في ضمان إستقامة المجتمع على خطٍ رسمهُ مجموعةٌ من الجهلاء لينتهي المجتمع كارهاً لنفسهِ و ليضمن الحكام إنشغال الشعب بمشكلة الناس مع هؤلاء فلا يتدخلوا في ما لا شأن لهم به كواردات البلد المنهوبة و سياسات الحكومة الحكومة التي فاحت منها رائحةُ العفن.
إلهام طبيبةٌ لا تفارقُ الإبتسامة الدافئة شفتيها حتى حين تغضب! جاءت الى بريطانيا تبحثُ عن فرصةِ عمل لتعيش بسلام بعيداً عن مضايقات العمائم السوداء؛ أبدت سخطها من سياسات الحكومة الإيرانية و تجبرها على الناس؛ ديمقراطيتهم كاذبة كما تقول و إنتخاباتهم محسومةٌ نتائجها قبل ان تتم فلا يمكن مخالفة ما يراه المرشد الاعلى صحيحاً وفي بعض الأحيان يمنحُ الناس الحق للأختيار بين عمامتين أيهما يفضلون !
نفسُ المعاناة ونفسُ الألم؛ فسادٌ مستشري و عمائمٌ أصحابها إنتفخت كروشهم أما الشعب؛ فلهُ رحمةُ الله التي وسعت كل شيء والكثيرُ من حقن الصبر و الثبات منتظرين جنات الفردوس التي سينالونها لاحقاً إن لم يبادر المرشد الاعلى بتقسيمها بنفسه.
إلهام ترفضُ أن ترتدي غطاء الرأس لأنها ببساطة غير مقتنعةٍ بإرتداءه؛ ولكن قناعتها لا قيمةَ لها فهو أمرٌ مفروضٌ عليها شاءت أم أبت؛ فان أبت فهي ليست إلا ضالةً او منحلة, وهنالك طبعاً من يراقبها إن لم تفعل ليمارس (حقهُ) في توجيهها و تأديبها!!
لم أرَ في هاتين الفتاتين و ما يقاسينهُ حالةً تُذكر أو مسألهً فردية بل هي قضيةٌ شعوبٍ كُتبَ عليها أن تُقاسي و تُضطهد بإسم الدين , شعوبٌ كان قدرها أن تختار بين أمرين أحلاهما مر؛ إما أن تُذل أو تتهم بالكفر فتعدم ! شعوبٌ سُلِطت أهواءُ البعض على رقابها كالسيوف متى ما حاولت أن تحيد عنها كان الثمنُ قطعُ تلك الرقاب؛ شعوبٌ لم تجدْ ما يسعفها فحتى باب الله يحاول البعضُ أن يقف عند مدخله ليغلقهُ في وجوههم فلا يكونُ لهم مفرٌ مما قررتهُ أهوائهُ و رغباتهُ التي يقودها التعنت الأعمى و الفهم الخاطيء قبل أي شيءٍ آخر.
وأنا أتأسى لما تقاسيه هاتين الفتاتين وكل بنات جنسهما في تلك البلدان اتصلت ب(نونو الذهبية) وهذا هو أسم شهرتها او دلعها فيما بيننا؛ كان التعبُ و الإرهاق باديان عليها و الضجر الممزوجُ بالغضب يسودُ تعابيرها القصيرة.
إستفهمتُ عن سبب ما تعانيه فاجابت " ما نمرُ بهِ نوعٌ من الجنون, ولا طاقة لي بتحمله اكثر"
إستفهمتُ عما تقصدهُ فردت قائلةً " لقد قرروا نقل جميع الأطباء الذكور من مستشفانا لأنها مستشفى ولادة و أطفال؛ يقولون أن وجود الذكور في هذه المستشفى غيرُ جائز؛ نحنُ أصلاً نعاني من نقصٍ حاد في عدد الأطباء؛ كلُ ما تبقى في قسم الأطفال أربعُ طبيبات كلهن حديثات التخرج"!!!
حاولتُ أن أُهدئها ممازحاً إياها "هل تحجبتِ أم ليس بعد؟" ردت بضجر" لحد الآن لا و لكن سيفرضونهُ علي قريباً" : بالمناسبة هي ليست مسلمة!!!
جيشُ المهدي يتحكم في مستشفياتنا فيقرر توزيع الأطباء ومن يبقى وما يجوز وما لا يجوز؛ يا لسعدنا وهنانا و يال المستقبل الزاهر الذي ينتظرُ أجيالاً من أبناء شعبي يحكمهم الجنون ويسودهم الأغبياء و الرعناء.
لازال يطاردني ما جرى لإحدى الطبيبات في منطقة القائم عندما قرر الاحرار من ذوي اللحى الطويلة الكثة أن خطيبها خائن فبادروا لذبحهما معاً!!
تعاني تغريد جور الأغبياء من ذوي اللحى الكثة و الدشاديش الطويلة و تقاسي إلهام ظلم ذوي العمائم السوداء؛ أثارت معاناتيهما سخطي وغضبي ؛ بعد وهلةٍ من التفكير أصبحَ الأمرُ يثيرُ قلقي ؛ فاللحى تحكمُ ضفة والعمائمُ السوداء تتحكمُ في ضفةٍ أُخرى , إلا ن كليهما موجودٌ في بلدي و بات يتحكمُ في مناطقه بصورةٍ رسمية و غير رسمية؛ كلاهما يسودر الأرض و يسيرُ شؤون الناس بحسب ما يراهُ متماشياً مع الأمر بالمعروف والنهي عن المنكر؛ معروفٌ لم يعهدهُ الناس و منكرٌ لا ينكرهٌ ألا هم.
في ظل هذا الجنون تستصرخُ نساؤنا مطالبين بحريةٍ عهدوها ثم فقدوها؛ عاشوها حين كانوا مغيبين و فقدوها حين احتلوا ربع البرلمان !!! هل يا ترى سنعودُ لزمنِ الجواري و الإماء؟!أم سنعودُ لزمن وأدِ البنات ؟!
صرخاتهم لا تُسمع فهنالك عواء الذئاب ونباحُ الكلاب و فحيحُ الأفاعي في كلِ مكان و ما من ناصرٍ يغيثهم في ظلِ فوضى مفروضة و أحزانٌ سائدة و عمائمُ مهيمنة ولحى تنمو تدريجياً لتغطى كلَ شيء.
للموضوع أبعادٌ أخطر فاليوم يفرضون بعض الشعئر على الناس و يحرمونهم من بعض الحقوق ولكن غداً سنرى ما هو أشدُ و أقسى ؛ سنرى ابنائنا يوهبون لخدمة الإمام و شبابنا يهمون بمهاجمة كل من يعترض على ما يراه الشيخ أو السيد صواباً و هذا هو زيتُ النار الذي سيغذيها لتبقى متوهجةً تلتهمُ أرواح الأبرياء و تحرقُ أفئدة الناس و أكبادهم.
الى متى سنبقى نسكتُ على هذا و كلهُ يتمُ بأسمِ الديمقراطية و تحت مظلةِ الشرعية الدولية , و في ظلِ صمتٍ غريب لأُناسٍ من واجبهم أن يصرخوا مطالبين بأيقاف هكذا مهازل وجرائم؛ منهم واحدٌ لم يفارق غرفتهُ ولم يحرك ساكنا ولا سكن المتحركين أبداً رغمَ أن ظلهُ الوارف هو ما يغطينا!
ليترك اللظى تلتهمُ العراق واهله .................مع ذلك.........دام ظلهُ الوارف علينا و عالخلفونا
هذهِ المرة التقيت بفتاتين في مناسبتين مختلفتين: فتاتان لا يجمعهما شيءٌ إلا سوء الحظ و غدرُ الزمان وتسلطُ الجهلاء في ظلِ غياب العقل وسيادة القوة الغبية , في ظاهرمها لا تشتركان بشيء و لكن بعد نقاشٍ قصير لا حظتُ أنهما متشابهنتين كثيراً رغم إختلاف الشكل و اللغة وطريقةِ العيش .
تغريد: شابةٌ يبدو السخطُ واضحاً متى ما تحدثت عن حكام بلادها: حكامٌ بات أسمها مرتبطاً بهم حتى لو لم تشأ, فوطنها من دون الأوطان لا إسمَ لهُ إلا أسمُ حاكيمه و المواطنون فيه (سعوديون) و إن لم ينتموا!!.
قبل أن ألتقي (تغريد) كنتُ قد إلتقيتُ (إلهام) طبيبةٌ شابة لا تقطنُ بعيداً عن (تغريد) هي ببساطة من الضفة الأخرى لخليجٍ يحكمهُ الحمقى و الأغبياء من الجهتين.
كلتاهما عبرت عن إستيائها بإسلوبٍ مختلف و لكن بتشابهٍ في المضمون جعلني أشكُ أنَ إحداهما إلتقت >الأخرى من قبل؛ تسلطُ الحكام و تجبرُ الأتباع والحرمانُ من أبسط الحقوق كان أولُ ما شكوهُ و لم تتوانا في الإسهاب بالحديث و ذكر الكثير من التفاصيل و كأنما كانتا متعطشتين للكلام ومتلهفتين لإخبار البشريةِ جمعاء عما يعانينهُ من جورٍ و ظيم.
تغريد: شابةٌ تكملُ دراساتها العليا ,تتعامل بنحوٍ عالٍ من الذوقِ و الأدب, تعاني الأمرين في بلادها؛ فهي هناك ليست إلا (ناقصةُ عقلٍ غيرُ محتشمة) و من واجب أهلها أن يستحوا منها , لا لسوءٍ في أدبها ولا لما يذمُ في عفتها ولكن لتجاوزها حدود( العقل والمنطق و الآداب العامة) في إمتناعها عن تغطيةِ وجهها إذا خرجت خارج البيت؛ ذكرتلي بألم كيف أن أحمقاً لا يفقهُ من الأمرِ شيئاً هاجمها في مكانٍ عامٍ متهماً إياها بقلة الأدب و إنعدام الأخلاق إذ أنها لم تراعي أنها (فتنةٌ) في عيون الرجال! , كما لو كان الرجالُ كلاباً سائبة تنهشُ كلَ ما ترى و كما لو كانت المرأةٌ طريدةً سهلة يقتنصُها من يشاء!!
لم يكتفِ الفتى بذلك بل طاردها الى سيارتها و هاجم السائق(إذ لا يحقُ لها أن تقود السيارة بنفسها) و تعدى على جدتها المسنة متهماً إياهم جميعاً بالسكوت عن المنكر و التشجيع عليه!!
لم يكن الفتى يتصرفُ من ذاته و لم يكن مجنوناً كما ظننتُ في باديءِ الأمر بل هو ليس إلا موظفٌ في هيئةٍ لم يبادر عالمنا العادل بإعتبارها منظمةٍ إرهابية لأنها لم تبادر لمعادةِ أحدٍ إلا أبناء شعبها , متبجحةً بإسمٍ أبعدُ عما تقوم به (الأمر بالمعروف والنهي عن المنكر).
لا يحتاجُ هؤلاءُ القوم للدراسة ولا الى كسب رزقهم فهم أصحابُ مهمةٍ سامية في نظرهم تتمثلُ في ضمان إستقامة المجتمع على خطٍ رسمهُ مجموعةٌ من الجهلاء لينتهي المجتمع كارهاً لنفسهِ و ليضمن الحكام إنشغال الشعب بمشكلة الناس مع هؤلاء فلا يتدخلوا في ما لا شأن لهم به كواردات البلد المنهوبة و سياسات الحكومة الحكومة التي فاحت منها رائحةُ العفن.
إلهام طبيبةٌ لا تفارقُ الإبتسامة الدافئة شفتيها حتى حين تغضب! جاءت الى بريطانيا تبحثُ عن فرصةِ عمل لتعيش بسلام بعيداً عن مضايقات العمائم السوداء؛ أبدت سخطها من سياسات الحكومة الإيرانية و تجبرها على الناس؛ ديمقراطيتهم كاذبة كما تقول و إنتخاباتهم محسومةٌ نتائجها قبل ان تتم فلا يمكن مخالفة ما يراه المرشد الاعلى صحيحاً وفي بعض الأحيان يمنحُ الناس الحق للأختيار بين عمامتين أيهما يفضلون !
نفسُ المعاناة ونفسُ الألم؛ فسادٌ مستشري و عمائمٌ أصحابها إنتفخت كروشهم أما الشعب؛ فلهُ رحمةُ الله التي وسعت كل شيء والكثيرُ من حقن الصبر و الثبات منتظرين جنات الفردوس التي سينالونها لاحقاً إن لم يبادر المرشد الاعلى بتقسيمها بنفسه.
إلهام ترفضُ أن ترتدي غطاء الرأس لأنها ببساطة غير مقتنعةٍ بإرتداءه؛ ولكن قناعتها لا قيمةَ لها فهو أمرٌ مفروضٌ عليها شاءت أم أبت؛ فان أبت فهي ليست إلا ضالةً او منحلة, وهنالك طبعاً من يراقبها إن لم تفعل ليمارس (حقهُ) في توجيهها و تأديبها!!
لم أرَ في هاتين الفتاتين و ما يقاسينهُ حالةً تُذكر أو مسألهً فردية بل هي قضيةٌ شعوبٍ كُتبَ عليها أن تُقاسي و تُضطهد بإسم الدين , شعوبٌ كان قدرها أن تختار بين أمرين أحلاهما مر؛ إما أن تُذل أو تتهم بالكفر فتعدم ! شعوبٌ سُلِطت أهواءُ البعض على رقابها كالسيوف متى ما حاولت أن تحيد عنها كان الثمنُ قطعُ تلك الرقاب؛ شعوبٌ لم تجدْ ما يسعفها فحتى باب الله يحاول البعضُ أن يقف عند مدخله ليغلقهُ في وجوههم فلا يكونُ لهم مفرٌ مما قررتهُ أهوائهُ و رغباتهُ التي يقودها التعنت الأعمى و الفهم الخاطيء قبل أي شيءٍ آخر.
وأنا أتأسى لما تقاسيه هاتين الفتاتين وكل بنات جنسهما في تلك البلدان اتصلت ب(نونو الذهبية) وهذا هو أسم شهرتها او دلعها فيما بيننا؛ كان التعبُ و الإرهاق باديان عليها و الضجر الممزوجُ بالغضب يسودُ تعابيرها القصيرة.
إستفهمتُ عن سبب ما تعانيه فاجابت " ما نمرُ بهِ نوعٌ من الجنون, ولا طاقة لي بتحمله اكثر"
إستفهمتُ عما تقصدهُ فردت قائلةً " لقد قرروا نقل جميع الأطباء الذكور من مستشفانا لأنها مستشفى ولادة و أطفال؛ يقولون أن وجود الذكور في هذه المستشفى غيرُ جائز؛ نحنُ أصلاً نعاني من نقصٍ حاد في عدد الأطباء؛ كلُ ما تبقى في قسم الأطفال أربعُ طبيبات كلهن حديثات التخرج"!!!
حاولتُ أن أُهدئها ممازحاً إياها "هل تحجبتِ أم ليس بعد؟" ردت بضجر" لحد الآن لا و لكن سيفرضونهُ علي قريباً" : بالمناسبة هي ليست مسلمة!!!
جيشُ المهدي يتحكم في مستشفياتنا فيقرر توزيع الأطباء ومن يبقى وما يجوز وما لا يجوز؛ يا لسعدنا وهنانا و يال المستقبل الزاهر الذي ينتظرُ أجيالاً من أبناء شعبي يحكمهم الجنون ويسودهم الأغبياء و الرعناء.
لازال يطاردني ما جرى لإحدى الطبيبات في منطقة القائم عندما قرر الاحرار من ذوي اللحى الطويلة الكثة أن خطيبها خائن فبادروا لذبحهما معاً!!
تعاني تغريد جور الأغبياء من ذوي اللحى الكثة و الدشاديش الطويلة و تقاسي إلهام ظلم ذوي العمائم السوداء؛ أثارت معاناتيهما سخطي وغضبي ؛ بعد وهلةٍ من التفكير أصبحَ الأمرُ يثيرُ قلقي ؛ فاللحى تحكمُ ضفة والعمائمُ السوداء تتحكمُ في ضفةٍ أُخرى , إلا ن كليهما موجودٌ في بلدي و بات يتحكمُ في مناطقه بصورةٍ رسمية و غير رسمية؛ كلاهما يسودر الأرض و يسيرُ شؤون الناس بحسب ما يراهُ متماشياً مع الأمر بالمعروف والنهي عن المنكر؛ معروفٌ لم يعهدهُ الناس و منكرٌ لا ينكرهٌ ألا هم.
في ظل هذا الجنون تستصرخُ نساؤنا مطالبين بحريةٍ عهدوها ثم فقدوها؛ عاشوها حين كانوا مغيبين و فقدوها حين احتلوا ربع البرلمان !!! هل يا ترى سنعودُ لزمنِ الجواري و الإماء؟!أم سنعودُ لزمن وأدِ البنات ؟!
صرخاتهم لا تُسمع فهنالك عواء الذئاب ونباحُ الكلاب و فحيحُ الأفاعي في كلِ مكان و ما من ناصرٍ يغيثهم في ظلِ فوضى مفروضة و أحزانٌ سائدة و عمائمُ مهيمنة ولحى تنمو تدريجياً لتغطى كلَ شيء.
للموضوع أبعادٌ أخطر فاليوم يفرضون بعض الشعئر على الناس و يحرمونهم من بعض الحقوق ولكن غداً سنرى ما هو أشدُ و أقسى ؛ سنرى ابنائنا يوهبون لخدمة الإمام و شبابنا يهمون بمهاجمة كل من يعترض على ما يراه الشيخ أو السيد صواباً و هذا هو زيتُ النار الذي سيغذيها لتبقى متوهجةً تلتهمُ أرواح الأبرياء و تحرقُ أفئدة الناس و أكبادهم.
الى متى سنبقى نسكتُ على هذا و كلهُ يتمُ بأسمِ الديمقراطية و تحت مظلةِ الشرعية الدولية , و في ظلِ صمتٍ غريب لأُناسٍ من واجبهم أن يصرخوا مطالبين بأيقاف هكذا مهازل وجرائم؛ منهم واحدٌ لم يفارق غرفتهُ ولم يحرك ساكنا ولا سكن المتحركين أبداً رغمَ أن ظلهُ الوارف هو ما يغطينا!
ليترك اللظى تلتهمُ العراق واهله .................مع ذلك.........دام ظلهُ الوارف علينا و عالخلفونا
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
Civilised! Oh Yes
I was going to slap him but luckily I controlled myself; I raised my hand and put it just in front of my chest showing “stop” and all what I said “ Well; I think we would disagree at this point”.
He is a young Iraqi doctor about 4 years older than me; the guy tried to give me a lecture about the best place in the world for a career and of course this place; according to his philosophy, was the U.S.A!!!
He went on saying:
“You’re quite mistaken by wasting your time here, if I was in your shoes, I would never miss such opportunity; in America you can find all the real since, the good life, the civilisation and the really nice and civilised people”.
I was boiling from inside and I just wanted to leave him rather than being in a fight while I was preparing for my exam.
However, I could never cope with his words; they’re like thunder in my ears.
Civilised!! Civilisation!! ......
I ‘m just unable to find any link between America and the civilisation; I looked back and tried to find anything in the history which can help me, yet, I failed.
All what I could find was murdering thousands and thousands, an inhuman attitude and very boring and repeated lies which are unable to convince even a little child.
I just looked at my country which has been invaded for about 4& half years now; have we got any progress? The UN admitted that Iraq was better before the invasion, the Iraqi government is the “most corrupted” one in the area, illiteracy level rose, and health services are deteriorating, the unemployment is escalating, and 1 out of every ten Iraqis (at least) has been deported from their houses.
Of course we have to mention the number of those who were killed and the escalating number of prisoners.
These are the achievements of the “most civilised” empire in my country. So, I have to be grateful and praise America whenever I speak as they liberated us from the dictatorship and gave us such a great life, shouldn’t I?
It’s easy to blame the terrorists, baathists, sadamists, takfiris, jihadists or whoever of all those problems; this could be understandable if those problems are limited to 4 or five Iraqi cities where Al-Qaida or other groups of insurgents are active, but how about Basra and why is it unstable?
What about Nasirriya and Misan, how is life in Kut, is anyone concerned about Beled? People are still being kept inside and living a terrible life with horror everyday; did the invaders try to help them by any means?
If all these problems are because of the insurgents or the terrorists, so what are the 140,000 American solders plus all the members of the security companies doing there?
For the last 4& half years everything kept deteriorating, fuel supplements shrank while we should be one of the richest countries with oil!!
Do I have to remind everyone what the media kept telling people about how Iraq will be after getting rid of Saddam?
“Bush” promised to make it the oasis of democracy in the Middle East; I can tell how democratic it has been now!!
This subject is just quite long as the achievements of our “liberators “are quite a lot! And the proofs of, how civilised and nice they are, are uncountable.
I need to start with that guy himself ; he doesn’t dare to do the American exam for working as a doctor as America doesn’t give the visa to Iraqis easily,( you know Iraqis might be contaminated, they’re always terrorists until proved otherwise).
He has to pass the exams with higher scores than the others and then he needs to provide a bank statement with 25,000$ to make them think about allowing him to get inside America; I heard about someone who did all these things and still they didn’t give him the visa!!
So, we have to accept around 400,000 American mercenaries in Iraq but America has to be so selective in allowing any Iraqi to visit it.
Here I’ve got the right to ask; if Iraq is invaded by America, and obviously the situation is just getting worse; why doesn’t America give the right of emigration or seeking asylum for Iraqis?
Why should Syria, which is being accused as a major source of terrorism, accept around 2 million Iraqis on its land while it’s a poor country, shouldn’t they be in America getting the luxury they were promised to have?
Or it’s just that America is clean and not ready to be contaminated by Iraqis!
Should I give a blind eye to all what America did in Iraq and consider it not more than mistakes which we have to forgive?
Killing more than 400 in Al-Amiriya shelter was a mistake, killing more than 500,000 of Iraqi children& leaving Iraqis suffering for 12 years was something not right but it was because of Saddam’s attitude, murdering the artist Layla Al-Attar was by accident and anyway she was Saddamist so we should not care, raping and torturing the prisoners in Abu-Ghraib was something horrible but it was done by few solders.
What happened in Haditha was a sin, leaving the looters steal everything in Baghdad and burning it was a strategic mistake.
What Black water did was by mistake and they’re going to be sued, aren’t they?
Killing civilians and leaving weapons with them was something said by psychotic people, so we should not believe it!!
For God’s sake who should I believe and why? Should I believe Bush when he keeps lying every time he gives his boring speech, Where is the oasis of democracy?
I admit that we have a demographic or sectarian issue in Iraq; however, have we had such violence before?
It’s a fact that Al-Qaida as well as many other insurgents and militias are working in Iraq and killing innocents, yet, have we got numbers of who were killed and by whom?
Dar-Al-Slam cemetery claims that it had received 40,000 corpses of anonymous people!!
If they’re anonymous, why were they sent to Najaf, unless they were killed in areas around it, areas where takfiris are not strong!!
Let’s put all these things a side and come to the new Congress law of dividing Iraq; I’m not here to condemn or to refuse this decision, this is not the case.
The main concept is; who gave the Congress members the right to discuss our future and the future of our country like we’re their slaves.
Who gave them the right to suggest dividing a land they claimed that they’re doing a mission in it and will be leaving soon.
I wonder if the American government will apologize for such stupid attitude of its Congress.
Those people believe that they’re masters and they’re teaching us something, and whenever we disagree with that we’re just in denial!
This what I have got as a comment
“This kind of thinking helps Iraqis cope with the madness, I think. It helps them focus their rage on an enemy they have hated all their lives: the US and UK.”
Will the American government apologize for such stupid attitude of its Congress?
All what I can get from all the above that we’ve got nothing but lies and terror, whenever an American got killed it’s a crime but whenever an American kills; it’s a mistake.
I don’t think we have to accept more mistakes, more ignorance and stupidity, it’s the time now for Iraqis to get united and choose one enemy; let’s fight them rather than fighting each other, let’s not fall in the same trap again and allow them to attack Iran, let then taste the same poison them gave us for a long time.
They will never understand our words, they just understand when they guns talk.
Note: please don’t hesitate to accuse me of being Baathis, selefist, takfiri, sadamist, terrorist, jihadist or whatever........I don’t care
He is a young Iraqi doctor about 4 years older than me; the guy tried to give me a lecture about the best place in the world for a career and of course this place; according to his philosophy, was the U.S.A!!!
He went on saying:
“You’re quite mistaken by wasting your time here, if I was in your shoes, I would never miss such opportunity; in America you can find all the real since, the good life, the civilisation and the really nice and civilised people”.
I was boiling from inside and I just wanted to leave him rather than being in a fight while I was preparing for my exam.
However, I could never cope with his words; they’re like thunder in my ears.
Civilised!! Civilisation!! ......
I ‘m just unable to find any link between America and the civilisation; I looked back and tried to find anything in the history which can help me, yet, I failed.
All what I could find was murdering thousands and thousands, an inhuman attitude and very boring and repeated lies which are unable to convince even a little child.
I just looked at my country which has been invaded for about 4& half years now; have we got any progress? The UN admitted that Iraq was better before the invasion, the Iraqi government is the “most corrupted” one in the area, illiteracy level rose, and health services are deteriorating, the unemployment is escalating, and 1 out of every ten Iraqis (at least) has been deported from their houses.
Of course we have to mention the number of those who were killed and the escalating number of prisoners.
These are the achievements of the “most civilised” empire in my country. So, I have to be grateful and praise America whenever I speak as they liberated us from the dictatorship and gave us such a great life, shouldn’t I?
It’s easy to blame the terrorists, baathists, sadamists, takfiris, jihadists or whoever of all those problems; this could be understandable if those problems are limited to 4 or five Iraqi cities where Al-Qaida or other groups of insurgents are active, but how about Basra and why is it unstable?
What about Nasirriya and Misan, how is life in Kut, is anyone concerned about Beled? People are still being kept inside and living a terrible life with horror everyday; did the invaders try to help them by any means?
If all these problems are because of the insurgents or the terrorists, so what are the 140,000 American solders plus all the members of the security companies doing there?
For the last 4& half years everything kept deteriorating, fuel supplements shrank while we should be one of the richest countries with oil!!
Do I have to remind everyone what the media kept telling people about how Iraq will be after getting rid of Saddam?
“Bush” promised to make it the oasis of democracy in the Middle East; I can tell how democratic it has been now!!
This subject is just quite long as the achievements of our “liberators “are quite a lot! And the proofs of, how civilised and nice they are, are uncountable.
I need to start with that guy himself ; he doesn’t dare to do the American exam for working as a doctor as America doesn’t give the visa to Iraqis easily,( you know Iraqis might be contaminated, they’re always terrorists until proved otherwise).
He has to pass the exams with higher scores than the others and then he needs to provide a bank statement with 25,000$ to make them think about allowing him to get inside America; I heard about someone who did all these things and still they didn’t give him the visa!!
So, we have to accept around 400,000 American mercenaries in Iraq but America has to be so selective in allowing any Iraqi to visit it.
Here I’ve got the right to ask; if Iraq is invaded by America, and obviously the situation is just getting worse; why doesn’t America give the right of emigration or seeking asylum for Iraqis?
Why should Syria, which is being accused as a major source of terrorism, accept around 2 million Iraqis on its land while it’s a poor country, shouldn’t they be in America getting the luxury they were promised to have?
Or it’s just that America is clean and not ready to be contaminated by Iraqis!
Should I give a blind eye to all what America did in Iraq and consider it not more than mistakes which we have to forgive?
Killing more than 400 in Al-Amiriya shelter was a mistake, killing more than 500,000 of Iraqi children& leaving Iraqis suffering for 12 years was something not right but it was because of Saddam’s attitude, murdering the artist Layla Al-Attar was by accident and anyway she was Saddamist so we should not care, raping and torturing the prisoners in Abu-Ghraib was something horrible but it was done by few solders.
What happened in Haditha was a sin, leaving the looters steal everything in Baghdad and burning it was a strategic mistake.
What Black water did was by mistake and they’re going to be sued, aren’t they?
Killing civilians and leaving weapons with them was something said by psychotic people, so we should not believe it!!
For God’s sake who should I believe and why? Should I believe Bush when he keeps lying every time he gives his boring speech, Where is the oasis of democracy?
I admit that we have a demographic or sectarian issue in Iraq; however, have we had such violence before?
It’s a fact that Al-Qaida as well as many other insurgents and militias are working in Iraq and killing innocents, yet, have we got numbers of who were killed and by whom?
Dar-Al-Slam cemetery claims that it had received 40,000 corpses of anonymous people!!
If they’re anonymous, why were they sent to Najaf, unless they were killed in areas around it, areas where takfiris are not strong!!
Let’s put all these things a side and come to the new Congress law of dividing Iraq; I’m not here to condemn or to refuse this decision, this is not the case.
The main concept is; who gave the Congress members the right to discuss our future and the future of our country like we’re their slaves.
Who gave them the right to suggest dividing a land they claimed that they’re doing a mission in it and will be leaving soon.
I wonder if the American government will apologize for such stupid attitude of its Congress.
Those people believe that they’re masters and they’re teaching us something, and whenever we disagree with that we’re just in denial!
This what I have got as a comment
“This kind of thinking helps Iraqis cope with the madness, I think. It helps them focus their rage on an enemy they have hated all their lives: the US and UK.”
Will the American government apologize for such stupid attitude of its Congress?
All what I can get from all the above that we’ve got nothing but lies and terror, whenever an American got killed it’s a crime but whenever an American kills; it’s a mistake.
I don’t think we have to accept more mistakes, more ignorance and stupidity, it’s the time now for Iraqis to get united and choose one enemy; let’s fight them rather than fighting each other, let’s not fall in the same trap again and allow them to attack Iran, let then taste the same poison them gave us for a long time.
They will never understand our words, they just understand when they guns talk.
Note: please don’t hesitate to accuse me of being Baathis, selefist, takfiri, sadamist, terrorist, jihadist or whatever........I don’t care
Saturday, 29 September 2007
Tuesday, 11 September 2007
In Denial
He taught me everything
Always the master
The guide to the right way
He never accepted a bribe
Or even a gift …
When I was extreme
He totally disagreed
He was really oppressed
Yet; he never complained
He was deprived from his rights
They fought him
They insulted him
Never respected his enthusiasm
Wasn’t earning well
They didn’t allow him to leave
They kept him inside
He hated them
Disagreed with them
&
Suddenly
They were right
They’re good
He supports them
They did well
All the others are
Traitors
We are oppressed!
We!!
Who are we?!
We: I’m one of them
You never were
No, I am one of them
You were against them
No, I never was
You were oppressed
“No”…He shouted…I never was
The others were fighting me
The others!!!
Who are the others?!!
The others are all the others
They’re bad
They’re traitors
They’re not Iraqis
They should die
They should leave
But they’re our friends!
Our relatives!
They’re us
No they’re not
They’re always liars
We were kind to them
And they don’t deserve
Again We!!!
Yes, we
You’re not the one I knew
The symbol
The guide
The leader
The fair and honest
You know how much they love you
Don’t you remember “A”
He loves you so much
“M”, “W”, and many others
They were your best friends
You were never sectarian in selecting friends
What is new?
And you ask what new!!
Haven’t you seen the Tanks?
The solders?
The prisoners who were raped?
The country which was burnt?
The enemies who destroyed our life?
The army which was destroyed?
Our pride?
Our honour?
The traitors who became rulers?
And all what we had to suffer.
It’s all because of them
They deserve worse
But they also suffered
They lost their sons
Their lives
Their properties
They were deported
They were oppressed
They’re being killed everyday
That is unfair
That is too much
He turned his back
Just ignored
He didn’t admit the fact
Hundreds are just like him
Maybe they differ in sect.
In origin
With a different attitude
But all are
In denial
Ignore the facts
Deny all the good things
Their minds getting narrower
Refuse to cope
To accept the others
Ignore the blood which is flowing
Like a river
And that’s why
I’m neither
That’s why
I’m away
Unfortunately
I’ll have to stay away
For a long time ………..
Always the master
The guide to the right way
He never accepted a bribe
Or even a gift …
When I was extreme
He totally disagreed
He was really oppressed
Yet; he never complained
He was deprived from his rights
They fought him
They insulted him
Never respected his enthusiasm
Wasn’t earning well
They didn’t allow him to leave
They kept him inside
He hated them
Disagreed with them
&
Suddenly
They were right
They’re good
He supports them
They did well
All the others are
Traitors
We are oppressed!
We!!
Who are we?!
We: I’m one of them
You never were
No, I am one of them
You were against them
No, I never was
You were oppressed
“No”…He shouted…I never was
The others were fighting me
The others!!!
Who are the others?!!
The others are all the others
They’re bad
They’re traitors
They’re not Iraqis
They should die
They should leave
But they’re our friends!
Our relatives!
They’re us
No they’re not
They’re always liars
We were kind to them
And they don’t deserve
Again We!!!
Yes, we
You’re not the one I knew
The symbol
The guide
The leader
The fair and honest
You know how much they love you
Don’t you remember “A”
He loves you so much
“M”, “W”, and many others
They were your best friends
You were never sectarian in selecting friends
What is new?
And you ask what new!!
Haven’t you seen the Tanks?
The solders?
The prisoners who were raped?
The country which was burnt?
The enemies who destroyed our life?
The army which was destroyed?
Our pride?
Our honour?
The traitors who became rulers?
And all what we had to suffer.
It’s all because of them
They deserve worse
But they also suffered
They lost their sons
Their lives
Their properties
They were deported
They were oppressed
They’re being killed everyday
That is unfair
That is too much
He turned his back
Just ignored
He didn’t admit the fact
Hundreds are just like him
Maybe they differ in sect.
In origin
With a different attitude
But all are
In denial
Ignore the facts
Deny all the good things
Their minds getting narrower
Refuse to cope
To accept the others
Ignore the blood which is flowing
Like a river
And that’s why
I’m neither
That’s why
I’m away
Unfortunately
I’ll have to stay away
For a long time ………..
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
عباس وراء المتراسْ
عباس وراء المتراسْ
يقظ.. منتبه.. حساسْ
منذ سنين الفتح.. يلمع
سيفه
ويلمع شاربه أيضاً
منتظراً.. محتضناً دُفهْ
بلغ السارق ضفه
قلّب عباس القرطاسْ
ضرب الأخماس لأسداسْ
بقيت ضفهْ
لملم عباس ذخيرته والمتراسْ
ومضى يصقل سيفه
عبر اللصُ إليه..
وحل ببيته
أصبح ضيفه
قدم عباس له القهوةْ
ومضى يصقل سيفهْ
صرخت زوجته:
عباس!
أبناؤك قتلى.. عباس!
ضيفك راودني عباس!
قم أنقذني يا عباس!
عباس وراء المتراسْ
منتبه.. لم يسمع شيئاً
زوجته تغتاب الناس
صرختْ زوجته: عباس!
الضيف سيسرق نعجتنا
عباس اليقظ الحساس
قلّب أوراق القرطاس
ضرب الأخماس لأسداس
أرسل برقية تهديد
فلمن تصقل سيفك يا عباس
لوقت الشدة.. اصقل سيفك.. يا عباس!!
عباس شد المخصرة
ودس فيها خنجره
واستعد للجولة المنتظرة
اللص دق بابه
اللص هدّ بابه
وعابه وانتهره
يا ثور أين البقرهْ؟
عباس دس كفه في المخصره
واستل منها خنجره
وصاح في شجاعة:
في الغرفة المجاورة
اللص خط حوله دائرة
وأنذره
إياك أن تُجاز هذي الدائرهْ
علا خوار البقرة
خفت خوار البقرة
خار خوار البقرة
ومضى اللص بعدما قضى لديها وطره
وصوت عباس يدوي خلفه
فلتسقط المؤامرة
فلتسقط المؤامرة
- عباس:
والخنجر ما حاجته؟
- ينفعنا عند الظروف القاهرة
- وغارة اللص؟
- قطعت دابره
ألم تشاهدوني وقد غافلته
واجتزتُ خط الدائرة!
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شعر: أحمد مطر
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