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Mar 11, 2011

The legendary leader

The time of revolution is over…..
I go up and fly with my thoughts while I’m listening to my father`s words

Iraq protests 4\3\2011

He is from a generation called themselves the generation of changes (there was a time when the young people decide for their destiny by themselves and they chose the right person in the right place
This time is over since the method of (the person who will stoke in the right place) is the only method
And the leader who leads many and many generations of the people
I was feel so sorry for my mother because she lives in a time have many leaders
And I think between myself how could she live without the biggest and the greatest and……etc leader in the world
But today I live in time that the youth is changing his on destiny
And the time of change is woke up from his long time sleep
But today I wonder for how long we will live until the unique leader is back in the track again????

Mar 10, 2011

القائد الاسطورة

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مات زمن الثورات والتغيير...

احلق بعيدا بافكاري وانا استمع الى كلمات والدي

هو من جيل يعتبر جيل التغيير ...كان هنالك وقت ما الشاب هو من يسيطر على مسيرة العمل السياسي

وهو من يختار الشخص المناسب في المكان المناسب ....

هذا الزمن قد ولى منذ ان ظهرت سياسه (الشخص الملتسق في المكان المناسب)

واصبح القائد هو من يقود اجيال كثيرة من الشعب

كنت استصعب ان امي قد عاصرت الكثير من الرؤساء

وانا افكر كيف استطاعت العيش بدون القائد الاوحد الاكبر المفكر ال.....

الكثير الكثير من الالقاب والمسميات .

واليوم انا اقف وانظر من حولي الى شباب جديد

مل من فكرة القائد الاوحد

واصبح ينادي بالتغيير ...وقد استفاق زمن التغيير من سباته العميق

ولكني اليوم اتساءل ....لكم من الوقت ستستمر هذة الديمقراطية الجديدة قبل ان يعود قائدنا الاوحد الى الساحة من جديد؟؟؟

نوف 9\3\2011

بغداد

Feb 8, 2011

Obama’s dreams are not the dreams of a young Iraqi girl

Obama in one of his speaches

Yesterday, I received a letter from a friend and responded immediately.

My reply was quick, full of passion and without necessarily a lot of reflection.

I am young and ambitious, the age of roses still in me, 20 years old but I know that I am an IRAQI, IRAQI, IRAQI

And all Iraqi have stopped dreaming for some time

And they decided to live in the land of graveyards…and left their dreams behind.

Because I am an Iraqi, my father gave me a generator repair kit for my 14^th birthday…so I have to take care of the generator

My dreams are elusive, but at fourteen, I am dreaming that the generator will keep working.

I dream to sleep without pain killers

I dream to wake up in a home gives me love and hope not to end of in a grave…

I dream to drink tea without the authorities watching and snatching our dreams and cutting our necks in the name of “honor”

I dream to open my zverp in the air

I dream to run for an hour in an area full of green grass

I dream to lose some weight and not live my life with pain

My dreams are gone my friend.

And here is my letter and his letter.

It comes in a speech of that Obama gave to American youth. He told them to dream high and far. How the son of a worker dreamed to be the President and leader of the most powerful country in the world.

For us, he wants us to dream big

And we can’t be poor because we are dreaming

I am dreaming to lead a biggest culture movement in Iraq

And to get Nobel Prize in Literature and Alantherbolujea

I dream to be the secretary of the Arab Lego

And the secretary of the UN

A.S

Cultural critic and poet

Maysan

My friend did dreamed many big dreams

But our dreams killed by shots fired by people we don’t know

If you are dreaming to be the secretary of the UN

I dream that my home will reappear

Because my friend now stands in my home but without home

Because my friend is not a home without the faces in the home

And here I am carrying the keys of the people that have now left us and put their pictures here and there maybe it will be make me feel what is left from my country.

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