Archive for September, 2007
#     Dear mister presidents
Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Dear mister presidents,

You both love God and you both hate gays. Plus you’re both screwing Iraq in your own special ways. So before the sky crumbles and life on earth ends… Could you please con-si-der the pos-si-bi-li-ty of becoming friends?

Thanks in advance!

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#     About a boy
Friday, September 7th, 2007

“In your head,
in your head they’re still fighting” *

Has anybody seen a boy with light skin, silky half-long hair and a black Samsonite office case in his left hand? He’s always dressed up in suits and he travels first class. Because this boy is a businessman. He’s very tall. I don’t know how tall exactly but very tall. His hands are delicate, with long fingers and polished finger nails, almost like that of a woman. And his eyes are of a crazy shade of blue. You will not notice this strange color at first glance. You will only discover it if you look at him very carefully, while he’s looking at you with his eyes wide open. At least that’s how I discovered it on my first and last encounter with him, 16 years ago, when he was 6 and I was 9.

It was in Baghdad, on a midnight during the Gulf war of 1991. It must have been somewhere at the end of the year (Iranian calendar), because there was a chill in the air. But maybe the weather was not the only reason why I felt so damn cold. I had just spent an evening with my family, in the corner of a big big hall, way down in the basement of a tall tall building in central Baghdad. The hall was full of families, scattered around. There were children running up and down the place, laughing with joy, disturbing the little gatherings on their way. I was happy too, but that was before I became cold. I was happy because I hadn’t seen my father, mother, brother and sisters all together for I don’t know how long, it felt like ages. So I was holding my mothers hand, laughing at my fathers jokes and silently wishing that one day I would be as strong as my brother and as brave as my sisters. Read the rest of this entry »

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