Freitag, 26. Oktober 2007

Aren't Iraqis funny?

Let's wait and see the whole movie

Mittwoch, 24. Oktober 2007

The day I went to war - III

I will close this chapter with a final story of a young man fighting Americans in Iraq, it is a story I heard from friends: This man from Pakistan, with a German passport, in his twenties, felt one day the obligation to fight the Americans in the pre-war situation. He decided to enlisten in the Iraqi Army in Amman and travelled to Iraq. After basic trainings, one day he and two foreign soldiers were sent by their Iraqi officer in between the war lines. On the one side the Iraqis, on the other side the Americans advancing and three young non-Iraqi man in between in their 'bunker', a hollow concrete tube. It was obvious that the three were just cannon fodder for the Iraqis.

End of story: a bomb was dropped, the three were killed in their tube and the Americans advanced up to Baghdad. All these things were reported by German officials to his family.

Just two points: First, why does every John Doe or Ali al Foulani feel the obligation to defend us? Haven't we got hands to defend and mouths to cry for help?

Second, all the reactions of Iraqis were concentrated on surviving the transition between Saddam's rule and the American's arrival in the war, no one dared to show one's refusal to defend Saddam but no one dared to resist the Americans' march to Baghdad. Saddam wasn't backed up by his very people! That should teach a lesson to every one who think he could decide what's best for Iraqis either Europeans like Schröder or Chiraq or Americans like Biden or Baker by proposing to get help by Arabs or maintain dictatorship or partition etc.

We could really make a map like the one on my side bar with the origin of suicide bombers killing in Iraq Iraqis (they call it help, liberation or resistance), so I just say:

Iraq is for Iraqis, that's all!

The day I went to war - II

Okay, a bit old but still newsworthy:

"A friend was injured in an attack," he said. "They took him to the
hospital. When he opened his eyes he saw a beautiful woman. He cheered and
thanked God that he had finally become a martyr and was granted one of the
divine virgins. "But then he realized that he was still alive and started


I just ask: Did someone confuse paradise with a brothel?

Donnerstag, 11. Oktober 2007

The day I went to war

This guy one day decided to go from Lebanon to war into Iraq:,1518,grossbild-990616-510699,00.html

What you won't see, are the two prosthesis he got as gift from war.

This is an article of 'Der Spiegel', a major German magazin. It's unfortunately in German, but I'm going to quote some interesting quotes and paraphrase the whole text. My comments are in brackets.

So let's start about that handsome Lebanese boy who's name is Nadim Abed al-Razik and who led a normal life in his village: working in a barber's shop, smoking shisha in the cafe and talking about girls.

All this changed with the Iraq war, when "there were aired clips to encourage the youth to djihad on Saudi, Syrian and Jordanian TV stations" [so much about the Urbi's fault in post-war terrorism in Iraq].

What was Nadim's response: "For an Arab just the word Djihad is enough to turn his life upside down." [If it is so, then this is a proof of pity.]

So young Nadim went with his cousins, after selling their mobiles for 65 bucks to arrive via Syria one day on Iraq's borders. There were together 400 'volunteers' from Arab countries to be welcomed by Iraqi Baath party people. But even the Baath officials "just didn't know what to do with us". [Apparently Iraqis (even Baath officials) seemed to judge the situation in a more correct, right and useful way for Iraqis. That's called common sense.]

They were put up in an Iraqi army camp that was already targeted by US Airforce to start their training. Their training consisted of "rope jumping and endurance run" The maximum time he spent fighting really Americans were just four hours. Iraqis were hostile towards them and even Baath officals asked them what they are doing in Iraq and told them to go home. On his way home, he was arrested by the Americans, who treated him well. To quote him: if someone fell, he was supported, when someone refused eating, he was asked politely and non-violent way. In his words: "In Arabic prisons it's quite different, they are happy to spend less food."

One day, while cleaning the area round the prisoner camp, a cluster bomb exploded and caused the loss of both legs.

After 9 months, he was airlifted back to Lebanon where he was greeted with a great party, because they already missed him in his village. On the other hand, he can't work anymore, he has no right on benefits because this injuries were in his responsibility and he won't marry his girl-friend.

  1. His story is evidence more for the venomous influence of the Arabic TV stations.
  2. Destiny has it that you got punished for past deeds at the very wrong time. To loose his legs around a POW camp is a bit ironic, isn't it?
  3. Okay, cluster bombs are from a military point useful, but military shouldn't use it. It could have also hurt Civilians or the American wardens.
  4. Isn't it strange that people wake up by hearing the word "Djihad"? Isn't intersting that Iraqis didn't wake up and choosed to duck from bombs so they hit Saddam? Maybe, Iraqis didn't give a positive statement like "liberty" or "égalité, liberté, fraterneté" but surely not a stupid one like "the electrifiying djihad" or "the honour of the Arab nation" and all the empty words, we heard in the last 50 years.
Original source: Der Spiegel,,1518,510699-2,00.html , 11. 10. 07

Montag, 8. Oktober 2007

Abraham the Nazist / ابراهم البعثي

I often ask myself why are we Iraqis the way we are. So let's go to the bottom of the barrel and start where the history starts:

Once in a time a shepard went off from a town called Uruk and was told by God who wanted to test him for his obedience to slaughter his son (ismael or isaak depends on your religion). Yes, what a test! what a god!

I remember Saddam giving a medal to a father who betrayed his son plotting to kill the tyrant. I remember this man saying he would be proud if his Leader would have ordered him to kill his father. Similar stuff was said by this guy in Jerusalem. (I didn't found any links in the web to quote them all three).

When human respect is disintegratin’ This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And when kids are ready to be slaughtered, no wonder
we're in the state we are. These are all
experiences I also lived through.
On the other hand, even people had pity with Saddam for
that kind of (step) father
who kicked the living daylights
out of his little son.
I mean people have pity with
Saddam for this guy, what kind of
guy Saddam's step-father has

That leads to the question of being a child in the Middle East. For another post.

Back to the topic: I was glad to found that a German art professor, Bazon Brock, called Abraham "the first Fascist" [only in German]. Well that's all the same, and so is "ابراهم البعثي" the best Iraqi translation.