Iraq: Look at the World – Where is peace?

So says Sahar. On the occasion of World Peace Day she writes:

Look at the world – where is peace?
It is shy and illusive.
There is turmoil and war.
There is distrust and fear of the other.
There are hearts bleeding for their loved ones – it doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter who – loved ones are just as precious.
Can we really strive for a day – one day of peace?
One day in which we intentionally look at the half that is full instead of the half that is empty?
Can we take a day to look at what human beings on Earth have in common rather than what divides us?
Can we make the effort?

Today a mixed bag of posts. A meeting of old friends, a little politics, a coin of excellence, a dose of female geekery and, if you read to the end, find out what fasting really does to you.

If you watch no other video this week watch this one

If you listen carefully to the news you may hear the odd glib comment about the concrete walls that have gone up around Baghdad. But, to truly understand the devastation these walls cause to the communities that are divided by them one must listen to the voices of the ordinary Iraqis. Which is exactly what Alive in Baghdad does.


When Birds Die

Where do birds dig their graves,
brown and black …
and blue?

They crawl at the end of their time
into nothingness
that we will never know…

They respect each others private
last minute
with God…
before the final accession.

They turn their heads
the other way
when loved ones die.

Then turn them again
to bestow all the love of the skies
and flight…
in parting.

Poem by ZZ

Bits and Pieces

A&E Iraq meets his closest friend that he has not seen since they parted in Iraq. The meeting brings memories of times past:

I had flashes from the past, him being threatened by the security forces, there weapons were pointed to his neck, when I started shouting and threatening.
We were always ready to die together, he never let me down…

I kept looking at him, the same smile, the same gestures, and the same childish behavior. I closed my eyes and found myself sitting in his black small car (the one he used to have in Baghdad), as he used to come everyday, ringing the bell, and then we both disappear.
Going out, drinking special juice from (14th of Ramadan street), chatting, listening to songs, eating Falafel or Lahmb3ajeen, and then going back, sit in the car, keep talking, talking about love, friends and future plans.

Last of Iraqis notices the recent prisoner releases by America but finds some ominous signs for the future peace in Iraq:

I can surely say that there is a good number of [Al Qaida] members among those prisoners as a colleague of mine said when he was talking about his neighbor who is a released prisoner:” I can assure you Mohammed he was in [Al Qaida], I'm sure of that as I'm sure of my name…he was released and few hours 4 members of the Awakening came to visit him!! can you believe that…I bet the situation will get worst pretty soon”…

Only god knows what the coming days are hiding for us.


Inside the Green Zone, Neurotic Wife gets an award (picture left) from the Commanding General in charge of her office. For the first time “the woman that can go on talking forever and give headaches to people all over the world”, is speechless. But, she does not want to take the credit for herself. Neurotic Wife writes:

I seriously don’t think I deserve this coin, but instead, I believe that this coin should be dedicated to all those who lost their lives in the name of this country. First and foremost I dedicate it to all the innocent Iraqi martyrs whose blood is still running deep. Deep within these rivers. And ofcourse, I also dedicate it to the coalition forces and the multi national forces who may not have sacrificed their lives because they “love” us, but they sacrificed their lives in the name of their own country. And to me, to me all those who sacrificed their lives for THEIR country is the epitome of ones honour. A Pure and Honest Honour…

Ihath finds a Swarovski Crystal pendant that is also a USB memory stick and, as a true female geek, she cannot contain her delight. Ihath tries to explain to the confused shop assistant why this is so cool:

So I began to explain to her that this thingy can be attached to a computer or a laptop and you can transfer you files to it and then you have your files with you all the time but it is also a heart shaped pendant which makes a statement about the love you have for these files. The elderly woman still looked puzzled and asked me “So why is that cool?”. “Well it is cool because you have your files with you in a heart shaped pendant hanging on your chest, which means you love your files and your digital files are important to you and you have them hanging right next to your heart, which says something” I tried to explain. “Aha” she replied, but she didn’t look very convinced.

And Finally

posts a result of Ramadhan that everyone fasting will find familiar:

This is my weight just before having Al-Futoor.
My weight just after having Al-Futoor. :)


  • Dena

    “Can we take a day to look at what human beings on Earth have in common rather than what divides us?
    Can we make the effort?”

    Dear Mr. Adil,
    You and I have the same wish. It is my pleasure to speak with you. I agree with the story of the glass. It is how we choose to look at it.

    We all have one thing in common, and it is the 1/2 of the glass that is empty. It is grief.

    The space in my glass contains devastating sorrow that I lost my family (not to war, but to disease), and that I can’t do more to keep people with a full glass but I try to lessen their loss with love and friendship. And to the few that listen to me, I try to educate them on just what our leaders are up to. So they will have a greater understanding of why this world is in utter chaos.

    Others missing 1/2 is contains rage and revenge. Others, it is denial that anything is gone. But it is how we all deal with that missing half that determines our paths.

    I don’t know if this would surprise you, but the fact is very, very few know that those walls exist. I come here because I know I can speak to others around the world who tell the truth. If I listened to our media, I would really be stupid.

    I would love to hear back from you. Thank you for your time in taking the chance to speak to the world, so that we may know. Believe me, we are listening.

    Dena Liles

  • Thanks for your kind comments Dena. It is always a pleasure to know that messages in these posts are being heard.

  • Dena

    Thank you for making the first step. Not only did I hear, but I will tell others. And you must do the same. The machine that we sit in front of is a very powerful thing. It can unite us one to another. I heard of this sight by a reporter inside Georgia. An elderly woman was speaking to him, but he didn’t speak the language she did. But she was obviously devastated that her home lay in ruins. As he ran down the street from the bombing he said he couldn’t translate, but if you went to global voices online we could hear what the people of Georgia were saying.

    I ran to my computer because language barriers have made it impossible to really talk to each other. This was the answer. I Praise God for the people who realized this dream and made it happen.

    I believe nothing is a coincidence or luck, but is meant to be. Which means that we have to take the responsibility to tell others. There is strength in numbers. It is 40 days until our election. Pray that our voices are heard because unlike our government now, the majority of the American people want this war ended. It was based on lies. Many people around the world think President Bush should be tried for war crimes. I say let him stand trial. If he is innocent, why should he fear it?

    Sometime I even fear that what I say will get me in trouble because our mainstream press is censored now. Had it not been this war would have not lasted this long. When I was a child, the Vietnam War was the first thing that came on the news every night. And Americans stood up
    and brought it to a end. I thought the same thing would happen here, but it didn’t. What else could it be other than censorship?

    May God Bless You and Yours,

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