Dear Iraq,
It hasn’t been a long time since I talked to you, but I love you so much that I can’t forget you even for a second. I’ve been dreaming a lot about you. I’ve been dreaming about your and my Baghdad. Do you remember how peaceful and beautiful it was?
I’ve been watching and following your news since I last saw you a year ago. I feel your pain and mayhem. I hear your cries with every car bomb explodes. I feel your heart aching with every woman crying, every child sobbing for his dead parents, and every elderly watching what he built collapse in front of him.
I don’t want to blame you, Iraq. But have you seen how your “friends” treated you and your people? Have you seen what these Jordanians did to you and your people? Do you remember how you treated them when they came to your land? Do you see how humiliated your sons and daughters have become in their lands? Do you see how they return the favor? Aren’t these Jordanians the same people whom you gave electricity and oil for free? I have to tell you that I knew they would betray us, but couldn’t do anything about it. Have you seen how they welcomed your women? Your mothers, who endured what no human being endured. Can you imagine your mother sleeping in the street like this? Have you read the news today? They don’t want you anymore. They don’t want your people. They held a conference to ask countries take your people out of their land. Is that how they say thank you to you? You were terrorized by their son Zarqawi and now they say their security is threatened because of your people. They knew he would destroy them if he stayed there, so they sent him to kill you to make him busy killing your people, not theirs. I am sure you know all of this, but I wanted to let it out of my chest.
I am sorry Iraq that no one of those who led you kept your greatness. I remember the tyrant that ruled your land. I remember everything he did against us. I remember how the world gathered to topple him. I remember how they came with no plans. Do you still think they did it to help you and break your chains? I told you, but you didn’t listen to me. I told you that their goal is to get rid of the tyrant who threatened them and they did but instead of liberating you, they brought you new tyrants instead. Do you see the result? I know you are helpless like I am, but please endure me. Do you see the thugs who came back from exile? They replaced the tyrant, but what kind of tyrants are they? They are multiple, religious, extreme, hateful, revenge-seekers, and illiterate. There used to be one tyrant and now there are hundreds. Your people used to fear one, today they fear every one. I feel so bad they are hurting you like this, Iraq. I feel disgusted when I see them fighting for positions every day. I feel sick when I read the news saying this bloc threatened that bloc and this bloc threatened to withdraw… I have had enough. But what can you do if the “superpower” is supporting them by all means? Of course, this is happening on your land, because they don’t listen to you and your people. They listen to their interests only.
Oh Iraq, there are so many things I want to tell you about, but my heart is full of pain. But I want you to know one thing. I love you. I love you to death. Don’t ever think of this twice. No matter how hard my life is, you are still my love. You are still my roots. You are still my everything. You are where I was born, where I was raised, where I learned what love means. When you become stronger, remember all those who hurt you and don’t forgive them. Don’t let them exploit you like they did before. I am sure you’ll be back, even if it is not in my lifetime.
Your son,
Treasure of Baghdad.
baghdadtreasure@gmail.com
