Saturday, 25 April 2009

Classes in Iraq

I miss my iraqi classmates.
I did spend almost all of my secondary education in the UK, and it wouldn't really be interesting to tell you about it- it was stereotypically normal, with funny times, bad times, and times when i wanted to scream.

However going back and experiencing education in Iraq, was surreal. As you know, I stopped going to a certain school, not because i got kicked out, not because i was a menace, but because simply the education system was failing, and still is.
Being tutored was not fun. Not fun at all. But time goes by suprisingly quickly, and i now find myself facing the last high school exams. Then university. 'wooh'.

At first, I tried hanging out with my cousin's friends...they even took some time off university to try and help me intergrate into the class, and i am forever grateful. I got a thousand questions asked, although they all comprised of the same 'Why?'. It was different being in an all girls school, and seeing their attitude to society and life scared me out of my skin.

But despite my lack of being able to converse with any girl, i had deep respect for all of them.
In their short lifetime, they had experienced and done so much more than some 90 year olds i had met.
They would look after younger siblings, clean the whole house, revise until late into the night, put up with war after gunfire after explosion, and they had the guts to have dreams and ambitions in such as a place like Iraq.

Here is my class, they have stereotypical groups as well as defined personalities, and as i visited more schools and universities, it was clear that any stayed in their respective groups.

The baby sitters-
these girls were supergirls. Seriously, they had more skillz than a football player on steroids. If you had any younger siblings who would not shut up, hand the screaming kid to them, and within seconds they were turned into gurgling angels by the baby sitters. Their manners often puts ghandi to shame, although i occasionally found their excessive patience and niceness scary.

The fashionistas-
this group were constantly told off for wearing hair bands that were too colourful, or socks that were too bright. They would walk around in high heels, although you could tell by their swaying walk that these 'heels' were only a recent addition. They were the first girls to talk to me, although after finding out that my interests resembled conversation other than about what colours go with green, i was duly abandoned.

The rebels-
this was the next group to take me in after the fashionistas realised i liked books. These girls were funny, but at the same time were rebels without a cause. They didn't speak out against anything, rather they didn't always do their homework, wore lipstick, and generally looked moody at all times. Though underneath that exterior they were all girls which were lost amongst the craziness that is life. They would have 'relationships' with boys- i.e. texting, secret calls and small gift giving to each other. Made me realise that the reason they were like this, is they had no idea what life was about and needed a purpose.

The mothers-
the group that weasled me out of the rebel group. These made me smile with their optimistic outlook, but at the same time infuriated me by their overly motherly personalities. They spoke like my mother and aunt do, rather than teenagers, and generally would never leave me for a second, out of fear and worry that i might get lost in the three rooms and courtyard that was the school. I kind of worried that they had had no childhood to turn out this way.Had the view that girls should never speak, approach or look at any males. It was funny watching them during physics lessons, where their heads would never actually look at the male teacher.

I just sat there. I tried to contribute to class discussions, until i realised that schools in iraq, had no such thing as 'class discussions'. In iraq, its called speaking in class, and you get told off for it.
I realised that many girls had no idea what i was talking about half the time, because they weren't used to sarcasm. I got many lectures about slowing down (I really had no idea what they meant by that, but i've decided perhaps they meant i talked too quickly?).

At the end of my time, i was planning to make a CD, but many girls didn't use computers that much, and i ended up printing photos of the year and giving them to my clasmates. It was fun, and quite touching. Girls that had been warring with each other for years hugged each other while sobbing their apologies, and i sat on the steps while smiling to myself. I may never see any one of these girls again, and i can't help but wonder about the lives each one of them will lead.

All in all, I would like to thank these girls for teaching me about optimism, humour, persistence, and i have to admit, that the so called 'worst' girl in the class was an archangel compared to me, as each girl would tell me the 'horrendous' reputation of N and S and L, i couldn't help but smile, and tell them that they were angels. Because they all were.
It only saddens me that they had never realised their own strength and value, until i told them story after story about how other girls live their lives, and how they would never revise for 7 hours straight, or spend 3 hours cleaning after sand storms.

And this is the impression I got after spending less than 3 months with them. And you all know what a harsh judge i am...

So girls of Iraq, congratulations on your lives, and i hope the rest of your days brings you hope, happiness and health.

The weather is quite sunny with a breeze, and i have managed to convince my class to play volleyball. There's no net, and i had to borrow the football from my neighbours, because i have managed to accidently throw my sisters ball into the road (where we witnessed its demise as a hummer flattened it), and i lost my brother's basketball in that big rubbish tip down the road (don't ask how).
They know the rules, and the game comprises of just laughter and arguments amongst the class-its not actually a game. Half my school clothes is covered in dirt, because there's no grass-its mud, and i keep accidently hitting people when i serve. The result being is that everyone thinks i have an anger problem (I SAID I DON'T HAVE AN ANGER PROBLEM!! :D).
We're all tired, and we end up trying to play football instead, because naturally its much easier. Goals are made from whatever is to hand, although the goals are ridiculously small. We laugh at the goal size for five minutes.Photos are taken by mobiles, and the ball rarely moves, as it stays in the middle as every girl tries to tackle it off each other. I leave the game and try to referee after i realise all i am doing is laughing and falling over. I'm an exceedingly harsh referee, so harsh that i interrupt the game almost every five minutes and find faults. I am sacked as referee, and have to act as a center player. I kick the ball and the game goes quite as we all watch my purple trainers fly off into the distance.
Two goals and three flying shoes later ( one belonged to S, one to Y and one to D), the game ends.


Jeffrey said...


So have you decided on a college yet?

Hey, when I was reading that section about baby-sitters, I recalled something from my own childhood. Because I come from a big family -- eight children -- we all learned how to change diapers when we were ourselves just kids. I remember one day I was changing the diaper of one of my younger siblings when their umbilical cord, dark and shriveled, happened to fall off while I was wiping their ass! I freaked out. Oh, crap, I BROKE the baby!

Yes, the warmonger and psycho sicko American was once a ... BABYSITTER.


JG said...

Good stuff, Touta. Made me remember my own school days.

I like the way you categorise people. The fashionistas sound like 'The oranges' from a previous post!

C.H. said...

Wow...flying shoes, huh? Just make sure they don't fly off and hit anyone in the street otherwise they might take it as an insult. You know...Hillary Clinton is in Iraq right now, so watch out for her convoy when you are throwing shoes and volleyballs around :D

Just kidding ;)

Seriously though, reading that story about you and your friends playing volleyball made me very shows that there is hope and happiness even with all of this bad news we have been hearing.

I understand what its like changing schools...I switched high schools my junior year when I moved from the East Coast to the West. I'd say I ended up fitting in better on the East Coast, plus everyone liked my Boston accent :D

So what school will Touta be attending in these next few months? Any decisions?

C.H. said...

Sorry, I meant to say "I fit in better on the West Coast", hehe. That's where I am now...students at an East Coast school wouldn't be too interested in a Boston accent since almost everyone has one ;)

Touta said...

I have decided on a college, although its took me almost a year, now all i need are the grades.
hahahaha,now that's funny.

Oh no, they're completely different from the oranges! Much friendlier and more naive. If they were mini oranges, i would have named them satsumas. :))

i hadn't thought of that,i'll make sure no shoes hit any poltiicians :)
I love that there is a lot of normalcy here, but it often gets overshadowed.
The next few months i'm going to be doing exams. :S

Jeffrey said...


Are you suggesting that we should stop bothering you over the next couple of months so you can concentrate on studying for exams?


Lynnette In Minnesota said...

It only saddens me that they had never realised their own strength and value, until i told them story after story about how other girls live their lives, and how they would never revise for 7 hours straight, or spend 3 hours cleaning after sand storms.----

Indeed. You will not see that kind of industrious behavior here by many teenagers!

JG said...

Lynnette and Touta,

I totally agree. Seven or eight years ago I met a girl in Vietnam who was kind of similar... she was so impressive but so hard on herself.

She was telling me that she learns English in school and her brother learns Chinese. When they get home she teaches him English and he teaches her Chinese. That kind of work ethic simply does not exist here amomg young people.

She was about 17/18 and her English was of a very, very high standard. Yet, she kept apologising for her 'bad English'.

I met her at this traditional music event in Hanoi and she thought it was so amazing that I was going to Ho Chi Minh City! When I told her I was going to Cambodia after that and then to Australia she just looked at me in disbelief, shaking her head.

Out of politeness, her and her friends were speaking English to each other in my company. She turned around to her friend and said, "he's so interesting"!

I felt like saying, NO, I'm not interesting at all, I'm just really lucky to live in a rich country that affords me all these amazing opportunities.

It was kind of sad. That girl should have been proud of herself, but she wasn't at all.

Touta said...

i would be a lot less subtle, than you suggest. :D

on the bad side, it makes me look lazier! :))

i think it has something to do with the environment you live in, and i suppose when you're living amongst poverty and war, its easier to realise the value of time and hard work, but i have no idea why there is so much low self esteem, they have pride in their work, but not in themselves.

I suggest population therapy,preferably a song by Hussam to hit most of the population *shudder*. :)

JG said...

but i have no idea why there is so much low self esteemSo what mhmd said about Iraqi Arab girls' low self-esteem is correct? ;)

C.H. said...


You might be intested in knowing that over at IBC, you have been nominated to be Queen of Iraq :o

I had suggested the idea of holding a mock election to Rhus and he seemed to think you would be a good choice, haha, since there was no time to actually hold an election.


JG said...

The last thing (IMO) the Middle East or Iraq needs is another bloody monarch!

Not that I'm saying you wouldn't be a good queen, Touta! ;)

C.H. said...

I don't know JG I think she might have what it takes to straighten things up, haha.

But royal families cause trouble...just look at what happened in Nepal :o

JG said...

In Nepal? Yeah, that was awful actually.

But I am against monarchy in principle. My tax money should not be paying for some King or Queen to live in a palace, play polo, and not even do a day's work!

The fact that the British still have a Queen blows my mind. I think most people in Ireland can't really fathom it.

Touta said...

I don't like the wealth of monarchs but i do like their tradition and suave.
I hate the fact that one family would lie rolling in it(it being £,$,E etc), while some lie rolling in mud.

And i wasn't elected deomcratically either...meaning i can't accept the crown...*sigh*. never mind,at least i won't come to an end like the previous iraqi monarchs....:S

Personally i think IBC chose me to be Queen, as they know the history of what happens to iraqi monarchs.. :))

C.H. said...

Oh, the conspiracy theories abound...but you are a step ahead of them, Touta.


JG said...

i do like their tradition and suave. --

Hmmmm... tradition of aristocracy and superiority, I think it's one tradition worth dispensing with.

I hate the fact that one family would lie rolling in it(it being £,$,E etc), while some lie rolling in mud.--

Exactly! That sums up how I feel about royalty. It is immoral.

Touta said...


i meant cultural traditions- i mean how much of the population would wear their national dress- no one, but the monarch would. :D

JG said...

Oh, ok.

I suppose when I think of monarchy I think of the British royal family, and my first thought is, "get a job you lazy b***ards!"

khalid jarrar said...

its always a pleasure to read any of your posts touta, always! :)

Khalid from said...


How're you?
I'm back to the hotel directly from Al Wak Wak.

I enjoyed reading all the stories about the school and your nice classmates.

We should be proud of our Iraqi girls, mothers of our coming generations. They are beautiful, brave, clever, hard working and full of hopes.

I would like to touch another matter which is the college that took you a year to decide and now all what you need is to be prepared for the exams in order to get the required grades -marks- or say points.

In general, if only one month left till the general exams then I think that any Iraqi student:

Need to study 300 hours / an average of 10 hours per day in order to get a seat in the Medical school.

250 hours to be accepted in Dentistry or Pharmacy.

200 Hours of study to get an Engineering department and 150 hours to get a Scientific subject.

100 hours to get Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences.

50 hours plus some acting or painting skills to get a seat in the Academy of Fine Art or scoring skills -not flying trainers- to get a seat in the Sport Education College in Baghdad

30 Hours to get a seat in one of the many technical institutes.

Students need zero hours to get kicked out of the system.

I’ll pray daily for a month so that you get the college of your choice.

Take care,


Touta said...

hahaha, how can they get jobs? I mean they'd have to WORK?!

Khalid J,
*cough cough*why thank you. :D

I'm zaina shukran. :)
Glad you're back from Wak wak, :D
and i agree, we should be proud of ourselves and every other iraqi,
i read your guide on the colleges, and i am going to try to follow it, because we do n eed hard work.
I especially found this funny:"0 hours plus some acting or painting skills to get a seat in the Academy of Fine Art or scoring skills -not flying trainers- to get a seat in the Sport Education College in Baghdad".
hehehehe, awww flying trainers aren't accepted?
Many thanks and take care.

Khalid from said...


I'm glad you 're zaina.

As to the flying trainers, not only they're not accepted but you run the risk of them landing on head of college dean -during the interview- and this's a bit too much. The queen of Iraq -as suggested by the IBC- hit the dean on his head with her trainers. There's always a possibility that you may get away with it but it's not a good start to re-introduce the monarchy in Iraq.

I herd some rumors -although I'm not sure- that the reason the IBC wants you to be the new queen of Iraq, is that Jeffrey and his crew have the intention of converting the IBC to the IOC: the Iraqi oil central. They hope, relying on your compassion and hospitality, to get some investments in this field after the 1st of May 2009. You see, they made empty pockets doing the blogging thing and it could be the right time for them to get some money from the Iraqis.

May be I should go back to Al Wak Wak because you have exams and I don't want to waste your time any more.

May ALLAH give you the strength and the courage to overcome all the difficulties of current time and to pull successfully through the exams.


Dreamer said...

yeah, why?...jokes!

it is quite sad to see that they have grown a lot older than their age without any choice of their own, not that they didnt used to act older than their age anyway!

I can imagine it being quite hard to integrate back into a culture after being away for such a long time. But it's good that you have a good attitude towards it and the people.

Good luck with revision :)

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

Exactly! That sums up how I feel about royalty. It is immoral. JG

Is that why they are still fun to read about? *looks over at a stack of Diana books* :D

JG said...


I don't find them fun to read about at all. Taxes should go towards the improvement of society and public services, not to keep a handful of families living a lavish lifestyle.

It belongs in the another time.

When I take over the world I'll have the royals sweeping the streets!

*laughs maniacally*

Touta said...

i honestly just cracked a rib from laughing so much your comment, and please stay as long as you like, you aren't wasting my time at all. :D
hahaha, and anyway, i don't want to be queen- why isn't someone else king/queen. :) I'm that lazy.

i was expecting to have a major culture shock on return, but the arabic lessons and iraqi parties that my parents took me to weekly in the uk seem to have paid off, as annoying as they were back then.
Thanks, :)

lynnette and JG,
monarchs=eccentric=fun to read about=take all our money will you?=usually come to unfortunate end.
However i kind of like their traditionalism. :D As for the streets- they *do* need sweeping.

moonlight said...

Good old tobah :). You've reminded me of summer and the crazy items we've used to set up our goals...anything from bikes to shoes :D. I can't wait till schools out and I can do that again.

I've loved this post...thank you.

Jeffrey said...

Khalid I.,

I herd some rumors -although I'm not sure- that the reason the IBC wants you to be the new queen of Iraq, is that Jeffrey and his crew have the intention of converting the IBC to the IOC: the Iraqi oil central. They hope, relying on your compassion and hospitality, to get some investments in this field after the 1st of May 2009. You see, they made empty pockets doing the blogging thing and it could be the right time for them to get some money from the Iraqis.--

Hey, we need to talk. Obviously -- heh heh -- someone has been misleading you. Listen, how would you like a new Mercedes? Why not? You probably need some new wheels, right? Hey, me and the guys at IOC -- um, I mean, IBC -- can make it happen. I snap my fingers and you got a new Mercedes! What color would you like? Or how about a position in our new comp-- uh, I mean, our new blog? Call me. Let's talk.


Khalid from said...


The IOC is your quickest way to get rich. You have some reliable Iraq friends and enough information to get started.Iraq has the world's second -could be the 1st- largest proven oil reserves which means you'll have a job for the rest of your life. However, oiling -working in oil field- is not the same as blogging, you need to be prepared for a tough but well-paid job.

As to the new Mercedes, thank you so much for the offer that shows your generosity but I prefer to get a nice&patient Iraqi donkey.



Jeffrey said...

Khalid I.

Hey, what color donkey would you like? I snap my fingers and you can have a PURPLE donkey, if that's what you want. C'mon, call me. Let's talk. Okay, gotta go. I'm offloading some oil shar--uhhh, updating my blog right now.


Khalid from said...


Thanks but no purple donkey is needed because I prefer a gray colored Iraqi donkey with a light colored nose and light colored belly and inside legs.

What a fantastic Iraqi donkey with such a beautiful color!

Good luck to all of you at the IOC!

Michomeme said...

Oh Touta, you have just reminded me of my school days, I moved from school to another as well, but it was ok with me, the better one, is the one that I spent about 4 year until my graduation, I met many friends and we are still seeing eachother till this moment.
the school days are the most beautiful days ever.
I like your post.
so what I understood from your post is you are in the last year of school? next year you will be in college? will you stay in Iraq?

attawie said...

The last 6 years of my high school were spent in three different schools. My experience was very odd. In the first school I was one of the popular girls who can really run the class (which was made of 17 student only). it was a mixed school; boys and girls, very small number of students, and I took the pride in "not dating any of the guys". The school can be compared to any international school.

But when I went to the second school, first of all i was traumatized by the huge number of all girls school. about 40 girls in one classroom! that was too much for me and I somehow became the "observer" rather than run the class. I was an alien for them. Even though i made good friendship and one of the girls I still in touch with till now, I couldn't stand the school and moved to another one.

and the third one was Baghdad high school for girls, which was once the American school for girls. It was easier for me to mingle but then coming for the mixed boys and girls school made me the girl who everybody wants to meet just to ask how was it to go to highschool with guys!

It was really funny when to see the reaction on their face when I tell them "we're simply brothers and sisters".

I've seen the groups you categorized and I can add the "Can't wait for school bell to ring" and some other more. Maybe will share later ;)

Touta said...

thanks, i'm kind of scared to admit, that without school i have no idea what to do though! :S

i'll go explain everything on your blog wallah, because its very long and comlicated! :D

i have moved schools so many times, i am officially unstable because of it,but i stayed most of my high school at one school ish. i move countries, but i always go back to it, for exams :(.
share share share!! :D

C.H. said...


Yesterday, I went to the city of Berkeley...its north of San Francisco. Anyway, I went with my brother and two of our friends--one of them really wants to go to school there and we went to explore the University. We fit right in just like regular students :D

It was really cool...they have this giant clock tower and some of the best international studies courses in the country. I emailed you a couple pictures of it coz I thought you would like it. And no, I am not trying to convince you to move to the US, haha :)

moonlight said...

Never ever say that :P at the moment I'm going crazy with the amount of school work I have. it is only at the end of summer when I start to look forward to school but since I'm not looking forward to next year that shouldn't happen :).

Have you decided where your going to universisty next year?

///RhusLancia said...

Touta: "Personally i think IBC chose me to be Queen, as they know the history of what happens to iraqi monarchs."No, that's not it!

Khalid: "You see, they made empty pockets doing the blogging thing and it could be the right time for them to get some money from the Iraqis."Ha! You know who will make a good honest living in Iraq? The first Iraqi to read about Edison Dye while pondering what to do with Anbar's open space. Put two and two together...

Me? I'm going to get in on Afghanistan's opium trade.

No blood for poppies! Öbama.

Khalid from said...


To be honest with you, I appreciate the achievements of Dye, however I have no interest in motocross. I love nature and if I have time I'll introduce donkey racing in Iraq as a sport.

Back to business, I mean the IOC:

We have endless oil supply, you have Jeffrey -who's on the move all the time- and also his crew including yourself.So get all your two s togethr and let the IOC functioning. That's the best and quickest way to make your pockets a bit heavy. You see, we welcome any clean investment.

///RhusLancia said...

Khalid: "I love nature and if I have time I'll introduce donkey racing in Iraq as a sport."You should make time for it- that would be awesome!

No blood for poppies! Öbama.

///RhusLancia said...

Khalid, you can market this product.

Hurry, before the guy gets a patent!

No blood for poppies! Öbama.

Touta said...

i'm due for a holiday anyway, and i need to visit the continent of america, so who knows, but living there alone? :S i don't have that much guts

yes, i've decided, but i need the grades, and i know exactly what you mean about school work-you're preaching to the preacher. hehehe. :D how about you, any ideas on university?

but conspiracy theories are *always* right. Oh and your link reminded me of something i saw in Baghdad, I'll upload the video, its considered 'cool', but really dangerous.

yes, but i want the oil too, and i don't like the idea of fighting against three american guys for it ;). Isn't there a more peaceful approach? I see 95% to me, and 5% to the rest. I'm not sure what i'd invest it in though....

JG said...

i need to visit the continent of america, so who knows, but living there alone?--

You're right. It is hard to leave everything and everyone you know and start out somewhere completely new.

No matter what old you are, it's not an easy thing to do.

C.H. said...


It will sort of be that way when I go to the continent of Asia, but I will have the ability to come back at the end of 4 months so its not as hard as what Touta did, right? I'm more excited about the trip than anything!


Are you really considering visiting America in the future? I think that's great.

Both of you should know I am overdue for a trip to Europe. JG, I wonder if you have visited any of the pubs I have, haha :)

C.H. said...

BTW, one thing I should mention...and Touta already said its okay for me to spam this one time :)

This is my new blog, for those of you who are interested:

I'm going to post a lot about my upcoming trip but also current events too...I really hope that all of you will take a minute to check it out ;)

JG said...


I've been to almost every pub in Dublin at this stage, and quite a few in Sligo so I'd be surprised if we haven't been in some of the same ones!

I will check out your new blog...

Khalid from said...


Thank you for the link and kindly click the following link and see for yourself that donkeys are not only polite and civilized but also intelligent.

As to the introduction of donkey racing in Iraq, it needs lot of time that I don't have.


How are you?

It's been fantastic having all sort of discussions over here.

America suits you for no more than two weeks, it's too far away for your kind heart to bear!

As to your oil wish, no need to fight the IOC. We have enough proven oil reserves to make you and everybody else more than happy.

All what you need, as a start, is to set up a company,"@Touta for Oil Investments, LTD" and just co-operate with other companies such as the IOC.

Hotel, Donkeys, Oil Investment, Motocross,....

What's next?

Camels, the effects of weather -or aubergine- on human behavior,....



moonlight said...

Wallah 3di fed fikra bas I still have a year of high school to go after this year :( so I have all summer and even early next year to change my mind though I don't think I will :).

mhmd said...

wats up with the lack of blogggeee?
we'r making a hizb now!

Lynnette In Minnesota said...

I know you're there, Touta. I just saw you in another comments section, so don't think you can hide from us. :P

Touta said...

hahahaha, Noooooo! i was trying *so* hard to hide as well!

i intend to try each continent at least once before the end. :D
as for the pubs,i've seen them, and again i failed to see what was so good about them. :D

tell me about it, i fail to see the excitement of it all, but more rather don't want to leave the comforts/family behind.

everywhere will be too far away from iraq. :)
hehehe, i think we should discuss aubergines...there was soo little where we used to live, that when we went back to iraq, we brought 5kg of aubergines...:S allah ala batinjaan il Iraq. :D

i'm glad you are organised, and now i have to find out whaat! ;)

you're always trying to make a hizb, it needs something called charisma, which is why you fail kul time. :P

awwww, which one? I'm going to have to learn how to hide my tracks better! :D

JG said...

Evening all!

Hope your revising is going well, Touta.

as for the pubs,i've seen them, and again i failed to see what was so good about themThe pub isn't everyone's cup of tea. Here, a lot of people spend a little too much time in them and not enough time with their families. Not good. That said, they are a great place to go and socialise, particularly in rural areas where many people live alone and don't have a lot of contact with others.

Also, the pubs are a little different here in that young and old socialise together. And when we have live traditional music, young and old sing together too! ;)

My brother-in-law is English and he thinks the pubs over here are much better fun.

OK, I'll stop rambling about pubsn now and get back to my work!!

Khalid from said...


Welcome back and I know you have to work hard so I don't expect you to spend too much time to comment.

I have to say:

ياعيني على الباذنجان خاصة من يتكلى بدهن زيت الزيتون و اكو وياه خبز حار عراقي ميعادله باللذة الا الكيمر العراقي والعسل

I'll try to translate:

My eyes on the aubergines and in particular when it's cooked in olive oil + Iraqi hot bread

Only the Iraqi cream (Qaymer) + honey, could give you the same enjoyment

As to the effect of aubergines on Iraqis and their behaviours, I think our grands fathers and mothers used to say when somebody behaves stupidly:

Mosojah Makel batinjaan!
Not his fault, he has eaten aubergines!

Other news:

I'm writing many items such us:

The story of Katiosha

شخصيات من دفتر الغربة
الجزء الاول
حجي عبودي

Individuals from the book of exile
Part 1
Hajy Aboudy

There are other projects you know about them but I leave them for the time being.

Touta said...

hehehee, eeee walla ala batinjaaan. shahtna, kahee wa asal....bas madri laeesh ashoof il dibis min al basra hameena zain. :D

hajy aboudy mino? hai kusa shikilha hilwa.
Inshallah inta b kheer. :)

Khalid from said...

اي توتة الدبس اذا من البصرة هذا اصلي و لاتنسين الراشي اما الكاهي نعم طيب بس ميوصل لمستوى الكيمر العراقي

حجي عبودي شخصية عراقية ممتعة حقيقية تعرفت عليه بالغربة راح اكمل قصتة بمكن بعد يومبن

اتمنى تقرين هواية هواية هواية
حتى تحصلين اعلى الدرجات

تصبحين بخير وسلامة انشاء الله

Touta said...

pubs to me are the best place to get ripped off for watery orange juice. :D
Though i understand what you mean about a great place to socialise, in small villages in Iraq, there's usually a small shop, or salon or something, where drinks are....*free*. :D

inshallah, bas sha sowee itha il wakit قليل قليل قليل?
I look forward to reading his story!

JG said...
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JG said...

in small villages in Iraq, there's usually a small shop, or salon or something, where drinks are....*free*--


زهرة الراوي said...

Very very nice categorization!
I always like your posts: normal, natural and optimistic.
I never studied there although I’d love to!

Touta said...

thank you very much for your kind comment! :)
So have you always studied in the UAE?
best wishes,

زهرة الراوي said...

Yes walla yes :(
Some times I feel pitiful for my self, then I remind my self of the bright side and the positive things, just to cheer my self up!

I couldn't get used to it: thinking always that (I'll be in Iraq next year) time passed and still here I am!
Not being able to see my country and growing up away from the family!
It is hateful!

Touta said...

No walla no!! Don't feel pitiful for yourself, its a very beautiful country from what people tell me, and you have a chance to be very successful inshallah. :)
We just have to remember one day we will be back, and it would help if we have used our time abroad to do the best we can.

Best wishes, and take care. :)
(oh and it is hateful isn't it! You feel too alone sometimes, especially when you're in a country that is european, and away from family. :) )