Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Fool's paradise

I'm not the same person i was, this time last year, and i am definatley not the person i want to be. Yet anyway.

The problem with making your own decisions in life, means that you will spend at least 6 months dealing with everyone talking at you - I took a gap year, a big no no it seems to Iraqis.

Maybe its a big no no to lots of people, but i've noticed arabs are particularly against delaying anything...in fact i'm not sure how many times i've been patronised by the same sentence "but why waste a year of your life? You're a woman and you've got a lot of things ahead of you, and women age quicker..." and so begins my eyebrow raising expressions, as i try to understand exactly why what I choose to do is any of their buisness.

I dont understand what the rush is for. But i've come to the conclusion that we (iraqis in general, or maybe just my family?) have a certain outlook in life, which is achieve as much as possible, as quick as possible....perhaps its that atmosphere of death always lurking, or perhaps its the pessimistic 'we could die any second' mentality.

Aside from those pondering thoughts, I witnessed something funny in the middle east charity thing i went to. I'm not sure that it is funny - in fact its not, but for some reason, at the time it happened i was overcome with laughing at what i couldnt believe was happening.
A verbal sparring match occurred. The sides were marked as so: Palestinians and lebanese vs egyptians and jordanians. The topic was about palestine/israel, and somehow the whole class got involved apart from a select few.

Some colourful language got used, and i couldnt help laughing, or trying to imagine how and if the insults they were using were possible...;) It carried on for almost half an hour, with myself wondering if i should try to break up the verbal insults. But i was too busy giggling. Unfortunatly, one of the lebanese guys (in his 30's) saw me giggling, and decided to rant at language like that being used in front of girls, and consequently he walked me out of the room.
In the end, tattoo iraqi guy interfered too, and the politicial 'debate' died down. (but you could still feel the angry atmosphere in the room).
On re entering the room, i had to bite my lower lip so hard, to stop the inevitable bout of giggles that bubbled in my throat. I think i succeeded, apart from a few moments when i couldnt help giggling at everyone's faces.Though i covered them up with coughs.

What my point in telling you this story? Well, it got me thinking of the political situation in the middle eastern countries, and it unfortunatley reminded me of this quote:

"Vote: the instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country."
Ambrose Bierce


P.S.
Merry Christmas and Happy Ashura.
I'm still trying to figure out who has better voices- the sufis, or the latmiya during ashura. Hmmm.
oh yeah, and someone called to tell me my phone is (finally) ready, but i forgot which of my friends i gave it to.....hmmmmmm.

Tuesday, 1 December 2009

The Inquest

Whoever tells you that humans all have te same value and are all equal are lying through their innocent teeth. As much as i wish for it to be true, the reality is, it will never be.

Whats brought my mini tirade of politics- well The Iraq War Inquest has begun, and suprise suprise, the results are disappointing.
Wait, no they're not disappointing-they were expected. I expected it, but wished for it deeply to be not to be true. I wished deeply to have my faith in equality restored.

Alas, it was not.

One thing that annoys me to no bounds, is when someone looks at me patronisingly and wonders why I am not grateful for the War.
Now Read that sentence above slowly- who in their right mind would and could ever be grateful for a war?
To make my viewpoint more clear- i do not believe in sacrificing human lives. Lives cannot be measured in quantity - the death of 10 people is equally as devastating as the death of 1000. I refuse to put a value on human life. (quantity is not quality where life is concerned).

Whats even more annoying is the clarity of how unequal we are. I'm not going to lie here, or even try to be politically correct.
Its so blaringly obvious in politics, its depressing.

As this inquest progresses, all that seems to be clear to me, is there never was any intention to 'rescue the iraqis' until the terrorist attacks occured. Is anyone really suprised?

Who cares anyway? The baddie got killed, the revenge for the terrorism was brought, and armies got to test out their new toys and flex their muscles. Never mind the thousands that got killed...or the aftermath.

It was too late. It was too selfish. And it was too ignorant.
Did anyone even know where Iraq was on a map? Did they know of the suffering? Did they realise people died as families brought medicine from the black markets, that were actually little more than aspirin and flour?
Of course not.
For all your objections, the truth is, the average person did not know. They lived in a hyper world, being pumped by the media, that the upcoming War was fighting terrorism. It wasn't. It was a piteous revenge. And IF there was any good intentions, then why did it take so long?

But then my annoyance slowly fades, and i ask myself, am i truly that naive, to think that when our own government and people, lied and lie, will continue to lie to us (past, present and future), that other governments will always tell the truth?
Maybe i'm just overly pacifistic? Or overly trusting? Two qualities which perhaps are going to get me into more trouble than i'd like. :D

Political rant over. I think. I'm not sure, maybe I'm just annoyed.

In other news - mmmmmmm, i'm too tired to carry on and write personal stuff. I wouldn't know where to begin. :)

So i'll stick to the required:

Happy Eid!!

(and my sister informs me there's something called thanksgiving now as well, so happy thanksgiving).