Love is in the Air…
Not one voice,not one article, nothing. Nothing by these “famous” arab and western feminists.
If you see them per chance, tell them there is no “Feminine Mystique” left in Iraq, there is no feminity in Iraq, there are no feminists in Iraq, there is nothing that remotely resembles a living “woman” anymore in Iraq.
Tell them we have become shadows in the obscurity when we used to be free wings in the sunlight.
Tell them we have lost our voices and our joy.
Tell them we have lost our creativity and our inner surge,
Tell them we have been hushed through death threats, exile, rape, torture and slaughter.
Tell them neither Agape nor Eros are with us tonight.We have none but Thanatos as a dependable companion.
Tell them on this Valentine’s day, that there is no place for Love in Iraq.
The lovers have been silenced, the poet is dead and the music has stopped.
There is, at least, one Arab, Iraqi man who also feels the pain of the Iraqi women.
In honor of the women of Iraq
Today I write of the Iraqi woman who has suffered for the last 16 years. From the young mother who buries her deformed child in a grave on the outskirts of Basra to the woman who watches as her five-year-old dies because the best hospitals in Baghdad do not have the facilities nor the medicines to treat juvenile diabetes, leukemia, and Depleted Uranium-related afflictions.
Today I write of the Iraqi woman who was raped by 10 US soldiers, each paying $50 to violate this 15-year-old girl taken to jail because her father was a suspect. Her honor. Her body. Her life. Her God. Her future.
I write of her as she ties a rope around her neck and steps down. I write of her as her neck snaps, as Iraq snaps. I write of this young woman as she takes her last breath, to never again take a breath in this world.
Nice job, Dubya, you selfish, psychopathic prick!