neurotic Iraqi wife
September 26, 2006
Alla Uno, Alla Due', Alla Tre's....SOLD
The best auction houses in the world are found in London and NY... But hey did you hear the latest news??? Theres a new one now in a place called Iraq... Oh yeah, its actually beating them in the rankings... Everyday, you hear the words "Alla uno, Alla due', alla Tre's"...But instead of Picasso, Monet, Matisse, Dali and Van Gogh, the auction is all about corpses...Yup, corpses...Iraqi Corpses...Oh and do you know what the latest fad is???The latest fad is, the more the corpse is mutilated, the higher the price...Alla Uno, All Due', Alla Tre's...SOLD....
You're bored, you're tired, You're thristy, you're hungry and counting the hours until you break your fast...You keep looking at your watch but time seems to be stuck in a trance...Its hot, and there's no electricity...The generator was stolen by thieves and you never got a chance to replace it...You decide to take a walk...Something very unlikely but you still do it...You want some fresh air...A walk is good, a walk will kill time...Maybe you will get the chance to pass by your bestfriend Ahmed...Just see how he is doing...His mobile has been shut for days now...
You leave your house in a haste, cant be bothered to answer the questions of "where are you going now? and what time will you be back..." You left work a month ago because of a letter you received threatening you and your family... You are frustrated for youre a man, yet by succumbing to those threats you feel like a coward...A coward infront of your wife...a coward infront of your children...Your savings are running out, and you are frustrated...You need a way out, a plan...You need a job...The fresh air is helping you clear your mind...Not as fresh as you hoped, but its definitely better than the claustrophobic atmosphere at home, and the pitying eyes...
You continue walking, the streets are empty, its like a ghost town...a few purrs from stray cats startle you, but you keep on walking...Its getting kinda hot, your shirt starts sticking to your body...sweat patches appear slightly under your arm pits... You wipe your forehead and just go on...you stumble upon a stone and you fall...You fall in what smells like sewage waste on the road...You start cursing, but you remember its Ramadan...A month of good deeds...You ask forgiveness from your maker and continue...You look down at your clothes, they became wet and dirty...You start sniffing and you smell like S... Oh well, you say to yourself, I can wash up at Ahmed's house...
After 20 or 30 minutes of walking, you start hearing childrens' cheers...They are in a far far distance... Oh Im sure theyre playing a game or something, you think to yourself...You start following the cheers and after a few minutes you look around and find yourself in a strange neighbourhood...Nothing looks familiar....You see one of the kids jumping up and down as if trying to catch a glimpse of something... He reminds you of your childhood days... There was a time when your height didnt serve you right... You were 6 or 5, and didnt have a tv set at home...You tried going to one of the local cafeterias where they had a small black and white tv placed upon a low table where all the adults were blocking your view... You tried to fight your way through the crowd but to no avail...You started jumping up and down whenever the adult cheers became louder, you managed to have one teeny glimpse of the goal...Until you felt these huge arms holding you up...For a second there you got scared, you looked at the guys face and his contours softened and he smiled...That day, for the first time in your young life, you managed to watch the end of a football game...And its all thanks to that giant...Maybe I can be of some help to that kid and carry him up...help him watch whatever he is trying to see...
You get closer and the cheers louder...The kid is still trying to fight his way...You reach the crowd and just as that Giant did 30 odd yrs ago, you took hold of the kid and lifted him up...your gaze followed to what the cheers were about... you kept blinking for this is not real...No, No....this cant be... Staring back at you were eyes...20 maybe 30 sets of eyes...eyes of corpses...Corpses hung just like in the butcher's... Bodies, dead bodies...women with long long hair....Old men with missing legs...Young men with shaven heads and one eye... Some even have half their skulls open hangin on their shoulders...You felt sick to your stomach...You tried to change your gaze, and as you did, your eyes fell on the Pumas...Your heart fell...those yellow pumas...Ahmed's yellow pumas...His pride and joy...you lifted your eyes from those pumas slowly...your eyes moving gradually from the pumas to the jeans from the jeans to the black shirt and all the time you are praying, praying its not Ahmed...Please God let it not be Ahmed.......you feel the pulp of your sickness in your throat....You gather all your strength and there....there is Ahmed's angelic face...his lips dangling, his face blue void of any blood...his eyes, his beautiful green eyes gauged...gauged and lifeless...You start screaming but its only in your head...You start to cry but again its only in your head...
Alongside these corpses is a man...A strange looking man...You keep blinking...for this is definitely not real...You are sure this is some kinda charade or something...A sick charade...The man is now looking directly at you...through you...an evil smile appears on his thin lips showing a set of missing and blackened teeth... He points at you and says "Alla Uno, Alla due, Alla Tre's, SOLD..."
Oh and do you know what else...These dead bodies are becoming very useful...The animals (Im not doing any justice to the animals here) not only mutilate them...torture them and then kill them...Oh no, this wont do anymore...This isnt enough towards their so called "fight against the occupation"...The fun part is when they use them as their bombing tools...Dead bodies everyone...They kidnap them, torture them...they sell them for a high price, the new owners torture them even more...depending on their moods, they either kill them or send them back in a car filled up with explosives and BOOM, theyre gone...Gone together with more bodies...innocent bodies...
Come gather up and witness, witness the best auction of this century...The best auction ever...Forget NY, forget London and Paris...Come to Iraq...Iraq's Auction House...Forget Picasso and Monet...They are old news...Come to Iraq, Iraq's auction house and bid for the corpses...Alla Uno, Alla Due'...Alla Tre's....SOLD
You're bored, you're tired, You're thristy, you're hungry and counting the hours until you break your fast...You keep looking at your watch but time seems to be stuck in a trance...Its hot, and there's no electricity...The generator was stolen by thieves and you never got a chance to replace it...You decide to take a walk...Something very unlikely but you still do it...You want some fresh air...A walk is good, a walk will kill time...Maybe you will get the chance to pass by your bestfriend Ahmed...Just see how he is doing...His mobile has been shut for days now...
You leave your house in a haste, cant be bothered to answer the questions of "where are you going now? and what time will you be back..." You left work a month ago because of a letter you received threatening you and your family... You are frustrated for youre a man, yet by succumbing to those threats you feel like a coward...A coward infront of your wife...a coward infront of your children...Your savings are running out, and you are frustrated...You need a way out, a plan...You need a job...The fresh air is helping you clear your mind...Not as fresh as you hoped, but its definitely better than the claustrophobic atmosphere at home, and the pitying eyes...
You continue walking, the streets are empty, its like a ghost town...a few purrs from stray cats startle you, but you keep on walking...Its getting kinda hot, your shirt starts sticking to your body...sweat patches appear slightly under your arm pits... You wipe your forehead and just go on...you stumble upon a stone and you fall...You fall in what smells like sewage waste on the road...You start cursing, but you remember its Ramadan...A month of good deeds...You ask forgiveness from your maker and continue...You look down at your clothes, they became wet and dirty...You start sniffing and you smell like S... Oh well, you say to yourself, I can wash up at Ahmed's house...
After 20 or 30 minutes of walking, you start hearing childrens' cheers...They are in a far far distance... Oh Im sure theyre playing a game or something, you think to yourself...You start following the cheers and after a few minutes you look around and find yourself in a strange neighbourhood...Nothing looks familiar....You see one of the kids jumping up and down as if trying to catch a glimpse of something... He reminds you of your childhood days... There was a time when your height didnt serve you right... You were 6 or 5, and didnt have a tv set at home...You tried going to one of the local cafeterias where they had a small black and white tv placed upon a low table where all the adults were blocking your view... You tried to fight your way through the crowd but to no avail...You started jumping up and down whenever the adult cheers became louder, you managed to have one teeny glimpse of the goal...Until you felt these huge arms holding you up...For a second there you got scared, you looked at the guys face and his contours softened and he smiled...That day, for the first time in your young life, you managed to watch the end of a football game...And its all thanks to that giant...Maybe I can be of some help to that kid and carry him up...help him watch whatever he is trying to see...
You get closer and the cheers louder...The kid is still trying to fight his way...You reach the crowd and just as that Giant did 30 odd yrs ago, you took hold of the kid and lifted him up...your gaze followed to what the cheers were about... you kept blinking for this is not real...No, No....this cant be... Staring back at you were eyes...20 maybe 30 sets of eyes...eyes of corpses...Corpses hung just like in the butcher's... Bodies, dead bodies...women with long long hair....Old men with missing legs...Young men with shaven heads and one eye... Some even have half their skulls open hangin on their shoulders...You felt sick to your stomach...You tried to change your gaze, and as you did, your eyes fell on the Pumas...Your heart fell...those yellow pumas...Ahmed's yellow pumas...His pride and joy...you lifted your eyes from those pumas slowly...your eyes moving gradually from the pumas to the jeans from the jeans to the black shirt and all the time you are praying, praying its not Ahmed...Please God let it not be Ahmed.......you feel the pulp of your sickness in your throat....You gather all your strength and there....there is Ahmed's angelic face...his lips dangling, his face blue void of any blood...his eyes, his beautiful green eyes gauged...gauged and lifeless...You start screaming but its only in your head...You start to cry but again its only in your head...
Alongside these corpses is a man...A strange looking man...You keep blinking...for this is definitely not real...You are sure this is some kinda charade or something...A sick charade...The man is now looking directly at you...through you...an evil smile appears on his thin lips showing a set of missing and blackened teeth... He points at you and says "Alla Uno, Alla due, Alla Tre's, SOLD..."
Oh and do you know what else...These dead bodies are becoming very useful...The animals (Im not doing any justice to the animals here) not only mutilate them...torture them and then kill them...Oh no, this wont do anymore...This isnt enough towards their so called "fight against the occupation"...The fun part is when they use them as their bombing tools...Dead bodies everyone...They kidnap them, torture them...they sell them for a high price, the new owners torture them even more...depending on their moods, they either kill them or send them back in a car filled up with explosives and BOOM, theyre gone...Gone together with more bodies...innocent bodies...
Come gather up and witness, witness the best auction of this century...The best auction ever...Forget NY, forget London and Paris...Come to Iraq...Iraq's Auction House...Forget Picasso and Monet...They are old news...Come to Iraq, Iraq's auction house and bid for the corpses...Alla Uno, Alla Due'...Alla Tre's....SOLD
9 Comments:
What have you been smoking sis?
Please. What does this mean?!?
so your in baghdad? hey maybe you and i get together and neltum sowiyia!!
I feel your pain and walla i dont know what the hell to do or go anymore...
lil_ru29@yahoo.com
Allah isa3dich inshallah
stay strong for those who cant.
pfew! this is the most impressive post i've ever read of you.
take care, i wish you bests of luck!
NIW,
That was one of the most riveting post's I've ever read.
May Iraq wake up from this nightmare soon.
Hi, I have been reading your blog since three months ago. I think that is a very good blog, a different view of Iark
I´m curious about the yezidis of Irak, can you tell me something about?
greetings from Colombia
Is this from a nightmare you had?
It's well written, but it's sickening. I can't believe it's a real event. Please tell me it's not real.
Well, take this post like an art...Had I been blessed with being a painter/artist, I would have painted the exact pic of this post, but im hopeless in drawing...This post portrays whats happening in Iraq but lets say in a sarcastic way...not sure the word sarcastic is what im looking for...But with all the killings and torture and corpses in Iraq, the one thing thats missing is an auction...
As for the last part by using dead bodies or those that are being kidnapped as their weapons for suicide attacks, well thats the truth...these people have no fear from god...
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