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Baghdadee بغدادي


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  1. Two weeks ago I was visiting London with my family. For those who have been to the UK or live there, they have an idea about the HUGE numbers of Arabs there in summer. I haven't been around in this world for 30 years, not even 20 from now. But I concluded from my family that had it not been for Saddam Hussein's brainlessness, there would have been many Iraqis touring there. At any rate, this is a tiny story that I found funny. I was out of the hotel where I was staying for a walk when I felt thursty and decided to get into a supermarket and buy myself some water. As a matter of fact, I'm a Goth when it comes to style. I was pretty much dressed up like that, and I was carrying a huge red back pack on which I had hung too many pins and scribbled too many songs. Behind me, in the queue for the cashier, stood two bahraini girls, as I had assumed from the way they were dressed and their accent. They had no idea I spoke Arabic or that I was an Arab, myself. They criticised me from head to two. Messed up hair, raven looks, blah blah. All the time I suppressed the laughter and just listened without turning my head. Then came the one and only good comment they had said about me since they started their gossip..their session of "8ishba!" . "Her back pack looks interesting. Look at all these pins and things. Did she write that by herself or did she just buy it like that?". Okay, I couldn't resist the temptation to just SAY something to let them know I've been listening and that I've actually UNDERSTOOD them. I answered in Arabic as well "No, they don't sell bags like that. I've written that by myself!". I wouldn't be exaggerating if i said they REALLY looked like this>> well...they REALLY did...literally! Anyway, I could only remember the amount of apologies and the we-don't-really-mean-it kind of blabber...but you could imagine what would you do if you got caught up like that I wouldn't like to be there!
  2. I was looking through The Book of Numbers in the Old Testament when it occured to me that Saddam Hussein's 101 Commandments were just a lame edition of Moses's 10 Commandments and the revelation of mount Senai. Of course, it had occured to so many people before...but why would a man try to re-write a version of history, 3000 years old, into contemporary world like that? Such an impressive number. 101 (Reminds me with Disney's 101 Dalmatians! Well, hello I'm 17 so that's like recent past!). I wonder who took the trouble of writing them all, because I don't believe that his "creative" brain could come up with THAT much blabber at once. Oh Lord, they were so lame! 101...even God (The Lord, Yahweh, Allah...has nothing to do with S. Hussein), didn't say that much. What was he really trying to do? Out-number God with the number of commandments? Immortalize himself though 101 commandments, thinking that if some got lost the others will be remembered? Impress the population by claiming the superiority of brain...showing in being able to come up with that much stuff? I remember being at highschool in Baghdad and having to actually write compositions in Arabic and having to use those commandments within, and I remember turning papers blank once, cause I had no idea about the way I'm supposed to come up with nonsense to go with his nonsense, my brain's apparently a bit inferior to his when it comes to triviality, hypocrisy and atrocity. I remember trying to memorize them, I pretty much remember the trouble with that because they don't even link! What was the plan? Become a prophet and then become God? What would make him a "Moses"? I hope he wouldn't claim that drying the Marshes was parting the Red Sea. I hope he doesn't call making the sky pour death upon the unfortunate population of kurds in Halabjah "The bloody rain". One thing he's done right, this time. He's drawn our poeple to what seems to be the beginning of the 40 years in the desert. 40 years of starvation. I wonder if the time he's spent as a president counts as a part of those 40 years. What does he have to do with God the Almighty? He could TAKE life, but so can any of us, if we just lack some human characteristics. But could he GIVE life? No. Immortalize himself? Control our fates? He's done that for a while but he's neither immortal nor invincible "enough" to carry on doing it in a "Godly" way. Is he fair? Is he loving? Is he caring? Does he hear us as we plead and does he help us when we need? No he doesn't. For the years that I was aware of myself living under his rule as an Iraqi, and those are few because of my age, I've never respected him. I would have respected him had he stood and fought for the chair that made a man out of a nobody, the president's chair that he's occupied for years, let alone the country that had owed him obey for years. But no...he hid. Not like he's betrayed me as an Idol, but if I had a chance to face him I would ask him this.."Why hidest thou thyself in time of trouble? "
  3. This is my first time posting here. I have no arabic keyboard to post in Arabic but at any rate I'd like to share my experience that I found bitter-sweet. I've moved to Lisbon, Portugal on November 2004 from Baghdad. I'm already a quadrilingual despite being 17, Portuguese not included. Coming from a moderate Muslim family. One of the few Iraqi/Arab families living here. Been around a number of European countries other than my birth place, Italy. And upon moving to Portugal, I found out that this tiny little forgotten country is a well-hidden paradise that people often miss for a part of Spain For the first time, I found an European Population that doesn't actually discriminate against Arabs or Muslims. Somewhere where you don 't get "The Evil Look" when you say you're a Muslim Iraqi. Yeah, there might be a bit of ignorance going on. Like the I-lost-count number of times when people ask me whether I'm Jewish cause I'm speaking a weird language and that I don't eat pork. Not that I have anything against Jews...but hey, I'm not jewish so what's with the kosher-food kind of thoughts? And then the other thing is that I speak no Portuguese and that my main language is English that happened to sound so American... they think I'm American, but I correct them anyway Eitherway, when they actually know that I'm Iraqi, they're ever so kind and ever so interested (With levels of ignorance that could be embarrassing at times!) in my culture. Not that I know that much to "Enlight and enrich" them, but creating a bright image is a good idea. Upon leaving Baghdad, which I loved cause it was my cozy home, I was unsure about the form that my life is bound to take. Specially that I knew exactly what life is like for Arabs in Europe. But I guess I'm one of those few lucky people who landed at the right spot. This place seems to have it all; Developement in the European sense of the word, Tranquility and PEACE, The Style (Which you only find in Europe...not even in The States!), kind and non-discriminating population (With a funny, fancy language but nevermind that!), AND sunny weather and beaches Well...I believe it hardly even pops into our heads to spend vacations in Portugal (Not mine, at least!) let alone moving here. But despite missing home...I feel like I've found a home already. Never like the old one...but...still a home Bitter-sweet life...I might never be able to set a foot back home again...but I was given a new home in return
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