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!
*********************
شعر: أحمد مطر
Monday, 27 August 2007
The tragidic Relationship
Today was a nice sunny day; everyone was outside, so I decided to go to the park and enjoy the sun which has been away for a while.
Couples were everywhere, the young girl was sitting in the lap of her partner, and many young couples were kissing each other ignoring the whole world around.
The a bit older ones were having a glass of wine while sitting on the river side; others were walking hand by hand.
The most beautiful thing was seeing the elderly gentleman with his lady while struggling to walk and to hold her hand at the same time.
It’s just beautiful to see love and how people behave while they’re in love.
Of course it wasn’t pleasant to me that I was the only one holding his papers and studying seriously while walking around them( as I’m the type of person who walks while studying).
Thinking about love brought a story into my mind; I’ve mentioned this one before calling it "Iraqi Tragedy"
They’re still together! Going on in their relationship, looking at it in different ways; still they’re engaged and away from each other.
No change happened in the last six months; she decided to go on as she hopes regaining his heart again, sooner or even later.
He had to accept going on as he promised her to do what she wants as he considers the whole story his own sin.
Since the time he faced her with how he feels about their relationship and how he doesn’t have any emotions towards her, things got more complicated!
For the last six months she struggled by all the means trying to show how much she loves him; words, messages, saying “I love you”, “My dear” and “Honey” till she became embarrasses as he never replied to her words; as a result; she replaced them with “ I miss you so much” to get not more than “Thank you”.
It’s quite hard what that girl is being through; the guy doesn’t show any concern about her or what she feels.
He keeps listening to what she says, so he knows a lot about her as she tells him everything, yet, she doesn’t know anything about him as he keeps quiet!
She doesn’t know how he lives, who his friends are, and many other things.
The horrible thing is; she doesn’t dare to ask as she finds a big wall separating them from each other.
The poor girl is unable to complain of her feelings and her sufferance with his ignorance as she knows what his reply will be: “It’s entirely up to you, if you want to stop and finish everything; I’m quite ready for that”!
He started telling her his plans for the future which don’t make any sense for her; he doesn’t want to have children for the next ten years at least!
For the purpose of getting a job; they may have to live in different cities and meet at the weekends.
That happens for many couples and it’s understandable, but to be the plan is something else.
The girl is just exhausted, she is exhausted of being ignored and rejected, this should be the most beautiful period in her life, she is just engaged, if not now then when?
On the other hand, he is lost, he feels like being trapped, he feels like being a child, can’t trust himself, he doesn’t want to think about being in love with her again as he knows that might vanish again!!
With every chat they have, he hopes that it could be the last one; however, there is always another one.
The girl is in love, living a romantic story and believes that he is the brave knight who is coming soon to save her.
She dreams a lot about him and how nice he is, she tells her friends about him, maybe she doesn’t tell them the whole truth or just hide the painful part!
She has her hope and pretends to be strong and always tries to offer him her heart, always asks him to tell her about his problems and what makes him sad.
She wants him to put his head on her shoulder and talk to her like a child.
He is in pain, he feels guilty, but, he is unable to manage it, he would love to make he happy, but not by saying “I love you” as he is quite sure he doesn’t.
He wishes she doesn’t love him and deal with the whole matter as a business she has to get some benefit out of.
When people ask him about her, he feels irritated, he doesn’t know how to lie, he feels like being asked about something he has nothing to do with!!!
I just don’t know how this tragedy is going to end up, is it possible that she will fed up?
Is it possible that he will go on and things become better after marriage?
Will he be able to manage living with someone he doesn’t love or probably he rejects living with?
Will it be easy for her to live with someone who doesn’t love her?
I don’t know what to call such relationship; it’s absolutely not love, as I know that love is a type of relationship when on both sides there is the desire to be together.
In this one; madness is on one side while ignorance is on the other!!
There is passion on one side and guilt on the other!
What to do is the question, which needs an answer to solve this tragedy!!
While walking around all the couples in the park, I asked myself; if they’ve started their life in such hard way, will they be able to behave like the couples I’ve seen today once? I really doubt it.
Iraqi Tragedy: http://imissiraq.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_23.html
Couples were everywhere, the young girl was sitting in the lap of her partner, and many young couples were kissing each other ignoring the whole world around.
The a bit older ones were having a glass of wine while sitting on the river side; others were walking hand by hand.
The most beautiful thing was seeing the elderly gentleman with his lady while struggling to walk and to hold her hand at the same time.
It’s just beautiful to see love and how people behave while they’re in love.
Of course it wasn’t pleasant to me that I was the only one holding his papers and studying seriously while walking around them( as I’m the type of person who walks while studying).
Thinking about love brought a story into my mind; I’ve mentioned this one before calling it "Iraqi Tragedy"
They’re still together! Going on in their relationship, looking at it in different ways; still they’re engaged and away from each other.
No change happened in the last six months; she decided to go on as she hopes regaining his heart again, sooner or even later.
He had to accept going on as he promised her to do what she wants as he considers the whole story his own sin.
Since the time he faced her with how he feels about their relationship and how he doesn’t have any emotions towards her, things got more complicated!
For the last six months she struggled by all the means trying to show how much she loves him; words, messages, saying “I love you”, “My dear” and “Honey” till she became embarrasses as he never replied to her words; as a result; she replaced them with “ I miss you so much” to get not more than “Thank you”.
It’s quite hard what that girl is being through; the guy doesn’t show any concern about her or what she feels.
He keeps listening to what she says, so he knows a lot about her as she tells him everything, yet, she doesn’t know anything about him as he keeps quiet!
She doesn’t know how he lives, who his friends are, and many other things.
The horrible thing is; she doesn’t dare to ask as she finds a big wall separating them from each other.
The poor girl is unable to complain of her feelings and her sufferance with his ignorance as she knows what his reply will be: “It’s entirely up to you, if you want to stop and finish everything; I’m quite ready for that”!
He started telling her his plans for the future which don’t make any sense for her; he doesn’t want to have children for the next ten years at least!
For the purpose of getting a job; they may have to live in different cities and meet at the weekends.
That happens for many couples and it’s understandable, but to be the plan is something else.
The girl is just exhausted, she is exhausted of being ignored and rejected, this should be the most beautiful period in her life, she is just engaged, if not now then when?
On the other hand, he is lost, he feels like being trapped, he feels like being a child, can’t trust himself, he doesn’t want to think about being in love with her again as he knows that might vanish again!!
With every chat they have, he hopes that it could be the last one; however, there is always another one.
The girl is in love, living a romantic story and believes that he is the brave knight who is coming soon to save her.
She dreams a lot about him and how nice he is, she tells her friends about him, maybe she doesn’t tell them the whole truth or just hide the painful part!
She has her hope and pretends to be strong and always tries to offer him her heart, always asks him to tell her about his problems and what makes him sad.
She wants him to put his head on her shoulder and talk to her like a child.
He is in pain, he feels guilty, but, he is unable to manage it, he would love to make he happy, but not by saying “I love you” as he is quite sure he doesn’t.
He wishes she doesn’t love him and deal with the whole matter as a business she has to get some benefit out of.
When people ask him about her, he feels irritated, he doesn’t know how to lie, he feels like being asked about something he has nothing to do with!!!
I just don’t know how this tragedy is going to end up, is it possible that she will fed up?
Is it possible that he will go on and things become better after marriage?
Will he be able to manage living with someone he doesn’t love or probably he rejects living with?
Will it be easy for her to live with someone who doesn’t love her?
I don’t know what to call such relationship; it’s absolutely not love, as I know that love is a type of relationship when on both sides there is the desire to be together.
In this one; madness is on one side while ignorance is on the other!!
There is passion on one side and guilt on the other!
What to do is the question, which needs an answer to solve this tragedy!!
While walking around all the couples in the park, I asked myself; if they’ve started their life in such hard way, will they be able to behave like the couples I’ve seen today once? I really doubt it.
Iraqi Tragedy: http://imissiraq.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_23.html
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
لا أستثني أحداً
عندما نحسُ بعدم القدرة على فعلِ شيء و ان الأمور قد خرجت من ايدينا نكتفي بالصراخ ليسمعنا العالم عسى ان ننال بعض الرحمة .
على قدر حجم الألم تنطلقُ الصرخات وعلى قدر عمق الجرح تتعدد الآهات.
يكون الألمُ أشد حين نُحسُ أننا قد اصبحنا عالةً على الآخرين وعبأً يضيقون بهِ ذرعاً.
و يزدادُ الجرحُ عمقاً حين نشعرُ بأننا اذلةً و هنالك من يُشفقُ علينا .
يكونُ الامرُ أقسى بكثير حين نشعرُ أننا قد حرمنا الحق في ان نصرُخ و ان علينا ان نلتزم الصمتَ مع الآمنا
في وسط هكذا معاناة أردتُ أن أُهدد بأني تاركٌ هذه البلاد التي لا أمتُ لها بصلةٍ ...لم أستطع ...فقد أيقنتُ ان لا وطن لي لألوح بإسمه مهدداً بالعودة ......افهم الآن معنى الذُل
الى كلِ من تسبب في تدمير بلدي وتهجير اهلي و تمزيق شعبي
الى كل من جاء ليحتل ارضي ويهتك عرضي وينهش لحمي
الى كل من لعقَ أحذيةَ المحتلين سائلاً اياهم المجيءَ الى وطني
الى كل من أسسَ لهذه المعاناة و بنى لها سنينَ طويلة
الى كلِ من قتلنا أو أوقد ناراً ليحرقَ بها مدننا
اهديكم صرختي الصامتة .... كوني ذليلٌ منعني من انطقها فبقيت في قلبي تتوقدُ كما النار
على قدر حجم الألم تنطلقُ الصرخات وعلى قدر عمق الجرح تتعدد الآهات.
يكون الألمُ أشد حين نُحسُ أننا قد اصبحنا عالةً على الآخرين وعبأً يضيقون بهِ ذرعاً.
و يزدادُ الجرحُ عمقاً حين نشعرُ بأننا اذلةً و هنالك من يُشفقُ علينا .
يكونُ الامرُ أقسى بكثير حين نشعرُ أننا قد حرمنا الحق في ان نصرُخ و ان علينا ان نلتزم الصمتَ مع الآمنا
في وسط هكذا معاناة أردتُ أن أُهدد بأني تاركٌ هذه البلاد التي لا أمتُ لها بصلةٍ ...لم أستطع ...فقد أيقنتُ ان لا وطن لي لألوح بإسمه مهدداً بالعودة ......افهم الآن معنى الذُل
الى كلِ من تسبب في تدمير بلدي وتهجير اهلي و تمزيق شعبي
الى كل من جاء ليحتل ارضي ويهتك عرضي وينهش لحمي
الى كل من لعقَ أحذيةَ المحتلين سائلاً اياهم المجيءَ الى وطني
الى كل من أسسَ لهذه المعاناة و بنى لها سنينَ طويلة
الى كلِ من قتلنا أو أوقد ناراً ليحرقَ بها مدننا
اهديكم صرختي الصامتة .... كوني ذليلٌ منعني من انطقها فبقيت في قلبي تتوقدُ كما النار
Saturday, 18 August 2007
The Wedding Anniversary
Can anyone explain this to me please? I’m totally lost!!
They have been ruling the country since the invasion, They’ve been doing nothing for Iraq since that time, we’re just sinking in the blood swamp they created!
I know they’re powerless and not more than toys but, officially they’re the government! So; what new have they made now to be gathered and setting a new political alliance? And what has been changed about them or their policy to do so?
Of course it’s already assured that, everyone is welcomed to join this alliance apart from the ones who were already not welcomed before!
So; what is the difference between this one and the parliament?
I’m really confused and I wish you’re able to explain this apart from considering it as a meeting to celebrate the anniversary of the wedding of the traitors.
In a further note; all the traitors are very welcome to join the party as Mam Jalal assured us!
This poem is the best reply I have
Friday, 17 August 2007
كلبي على وطني
يا وطني الموشوم بالقنابل
يا وطن الاشجار و الانهار و الجداول
يا وطن الاديان و الايمان و التساهل
يا وطن الاشعار و الاصرار و التفاؤل
يا وطن الايتام و الارامل
يا وطني المقتول و القاتل!
إنزف صبر يا وطن.. بيّه إلك ميّة جرح
كلما يهيد الألم بجروحي أذرّ الملح
أفديك يا وطني لو مية مرّة أنذبح
وأشرب نخب هيبتك من المسا للصبح
مثلك محب ما إلي ومثلك جرح ما يصح
يا رمح بضمايري لا خطه ولا صابني
كلبي على وطني
كلبي على وطني وي رشفة الفنجان
وبكل تحية صبح من حايط الجيران
لو ما أنت يا حيرتي ما كان كل ما كان
من غير أرض وأهل ما قيمة الإنسان
بس يا خسارة الأهل
من حط رحالة الجمل..
ويّاك علو الجبل
ولا رخص علج أجنبي تتخضّع وتنحني
كلبي على وطني
كلبي على وطني وي كل سحابة تفوت
وعن كل بطل ما بخل فوك التراب يموت
وعن كل دمع من يشع عالخد يكع بسكوت
وعن كل كمر لو ظهر.. وبحزن روحي انتحر
والطير فوك الشجر
ينشد بأعذب صوت
الماي من ينغلي من لوعته يغني:
آنه أنجوي بطيبتي وكل حي طلع مني
كلبي على وطني..
أهواك يا وطني لو جنتك ناري!!
وانزفلك الدم شعر واهديلك أشعاري
كل يوم نكعد سوه وأحجيلك أسراري
تفكدني من أبتعد وتزورني بداري
وأبجيلك ابلا دمع وأشرحلك الجاري
معذور من سرني
ومعذور من لامني
كلبي على وطني
كلبي على وطني الكل عمري جان الأهم
أسكيه بمي دمعتي ويسكيني كاس الندم
أنطيته حلم العمر ونطاني جنّة وهم
واني مثل هالبشر هم روح دم ولحم
ما ضعف حبي إله
ولا غيّرت مسكني
كلبي على وطني
بالحرب شلتك نبض من ساتر لساتر
وشرّبتك بخوذتي من حبّك الطاهر
تغفه اعله سبّابتي ويبقه الكلب ساهر
ومن ضاك بيك الوكت انطيتك اخواني
كلما تذبّل كمر تطلب كمر ثاني!!
لا جيت عزّيتني ولا شاركت حزني
أشكيك يا منيتي لو تشتكي مني؟
كلبي على وطني
كلبي على وطني كلما تدك صافرة
وكلما قذيفة غدر تنطلق من طائرة
وعن كل طفل منذهل وعن نظرته الحايره
وكل قنبلة لو إجت وبأرضك اتفجّرت
اتفجّر الحالتي وبجفوفك أتناثر
أحزانّه صوغتك وأيامنه امكابر
وبس الحزن والألم من شجرتك ينْجني
كلبي على وطني
كلبي على وطني وباجر يرشني الفرح
تحت السمه الحالمة واضحك بكل المرح
انسه الجرح والألم واحرك أوراق الندم
ومعذور ذاك الوكت لو بيه ضحك سني
كلبي على وطني
شعر: عريان السيد خلف
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