IRAQI THORNS

Wine of heaven?

2006-04-12T16:31:00.000+04:00

Today our master was discussing with us a sophist poem in which the poet says that he is drunk because of the love of Allah, he explained to us the expression and why is it used when drinking is forbidden , so he asked us to talk and say our words, it was my turn, I said:
But why is it that to be drunk is forbidden? What in the wisdom of the almighty has made it the apple of sins? isn’t it that when we test the wine of his love and become drunk with it we can no more test any other wine on earth…how can you feel but bitterness in any other wine, how can you trade his wine with another?
I have tested his wine in the desert of Rum valley where a thousand angel gathered and the stars listened to our breaths… in the land where Moses spoke to the Lord I have found the true lord and drank from the wine of his love, and how drunk I became!
It’s when you drink his wine you know why you shall never drink another wine, yes I became drunk and love was touchable… I was the butchered sparrow dancing around the wine of the hunter, my world was dimensionless.
Can you blame me for being drunk because of his love, can I ever be drunk from anything else and shall I not deserve the harshest penalty.
The old Mullah looked at me, I was crying already for I remembered the moments with him, alone in the desert of Rum Valley, when I whispered my wish to the falling star, to never lose that moment, and I never did, I still feel it and smell it and I still remember the test of that wine at that night.

Kalashnikovs

2006-04-09T16:26:00.000+04:00

Kalash…Takh..Clashes…Chuk…Boom…Shshshs..Tovvv….
Cheers

We were searched!

2006-04-09T16:24:00.000+04:00

The American masters were here yesterday! They entered the Takyah, the voice of their boots organized the beats of our hearts…. we were asked to gather in a circle, always in circles….he looked at everyone…then he told the interpreter: ask the old man what the story of this one?
Why did he pick me among all!
Our Sheik answered him: he is a man of Allah…just a poor man who joined us recently; he is a poor man SIR.
I thought that our only Sir is Mohammed! But what difference does it make, we were told that all are masters and we are the servants of all.
What is the computer doing here? The American Master asked?
-He searches for spiritual sources SIR on the internet!
-I don’t like this guy, he better stay out of troubles.
-We are peaceful people SIR.
They ordered us to leave.
I hate you my beloved, this humiliation is your entire penalty for I loved you as much as no one can ever love you.
I am lost, I started to hate these rooms, but at least they keep me safe from the rest of the world, here nothing exists but you, I can spend all my time meditating and enjoying to be tortured by your memory.

I love you

2006-04-08T22:30:00.000+04:00

When I joined the Takyah

2006-04-08T22:21:00.000+04:00

The Mullah looked at me and asked, are you running away from the Americans, I answered: I am running away from his love, he said then you shall be accepted into our circle of lovers my son, shake hands with your brothers.
“But I can’t touch any man anymore for I am the sinful one”…. I searched their faces, do they know the secret, and have they seen the only truth.
Now brother tell us your poem, show us your sophism.
I spoke: in the night, when all mankind are sleeping, I was the worshiper, I was drunk with the wine of the divine, rivers poured into my mouth from his heaven, I saw it all, the heaven and hell…he was the most passionate…and I was the slave of his beauty, I couldn’t sleep for nights watching him, he never loved me, I couldn’t know why, I was sinful, I was one and he was the only one.
The sun rises on his face, his breaths are the winds for my boats, boat after boat sinking in the sea of his eye, I kept running away from him to him, he was every where, I was surrounded by his love, my country tried to hide me, a thousand virgin and virgin died and ashes of the explosions made clouds, but nothing could hide me from him, he was always there.
We have to go to sleep, The Mullah said.They all said their prayers; for the American master has said that all of us should sleep before the curfew.

THE DOOR

2006-04-08T15:53:00.000+04:00

You are the Almightiest

2006-04-06T23:58:00.000+04:00

For you have made me beg on my knees, you threaten my nights and burn my dreams, my people are drunk and blind, death is your horse…running on my land…crushing the nation…digging graves and cemeteries…smoke and fire everywhere….stop!
With one word you can smash my thoughts, you can erase years of my life and leave me thirst for your words.
Veiled faces knocking the doors at night, they are your death ambassadors to the nation, they dig holes in our minds and leave us empty after they take the spirit, who made you angry, haven’t I accepted to be the one sacrificed for the nation, why do you leave me among them waiting for another night which has no moon.
A thousand minaret is falling down and the Dervish is watching, it’s all your power, no one can deny.
My heart is your slave.

A woman's prayer

2006-04-06T23:57:00.000+04:00

She walked the long way to reach the Dervish, she stood at his door and raised her hands to the heavens, her eyes read the prayers of the miserable mothers, and the lonely Dervish is weeping for he knows that she seeks answers to her prayers at his door, didn’t she know that he is the reason for all her tears, he listened with his lips sipping the salty tears, do u remember these tears my beloved, flowing like Euphrates and Tigris on your chest, reaching the forbidden land, how precious the tears of this Dervish are, they shall never be forgotten.

The woman asks me for blessings, yes, I was blessed for I touched the land of your lips and kissed the moon of your eyes, yes I am the blessed man on this earth…I am the only blessed one with your love...I am blessed.

Go my lady for your prayers shall be answered for you have chosen to speak to the blessed one

Questions

2006-04-06T23:53:00.000+04:00

Oh my immortal love, why do you have the answers to all my questions, but how comes that I still have questions when I already found you.

Why do you silence all my wounds while my chest is burning with your love…. I come from my battles with you, always defeated...the knight has decided to leave his sword on the rock, he is the lonely Dervish now.

Years have passed and my land is still bleeding as if its paying the price for my sin…have mercy my beloved, the children are crying and the widows are cradling their orphans on the laps of agony, who can stop this war but you, who can make the Dervish leave his castle but you…when shall you stop your curse which you poured on the land of Mesopotamia…cant you see that tears are waterfalls and sadness are sands, when shall you stop?

No more the land of Mesopotamia

2006-04-06T21:23:00.000+04:00

A third river was born, a river of blood craving the land of the lonely Dervish. The fire is every where and rolling heads are reminders to the Dervish, for he sees the face of his lover among them, he committed the greatest sin of all, and this third river is the baptism.
its I the Dervish who shall baptize everyone with fire and blood , here in the land of Mesopotamia, were I have brought the greatest shame of all, for I have slept with the God of all men.
Have anyone seen more slaughtered heads than me, I am filled with their peaceful silence, they expel all the air out of the throat whispering to me his name, and leaving me lonely with a head and its wondering empty eyes, I have touched the heads with warm hands and felt the blood, let the river flow and the world see that there are more than two rivers now in the land of Mesopotamia and one is for my baptism but never for my salvation. The Americans are here…. hide the heads!

Under the dome

2006-04-06T21:16:00.000+04:00

The lonely Dervish is whispering to the spirits, whistling the name of his lover, for his body is an empty tree where the winds come in and out, can the spirits remove the spell, or can they only sit with their wings flattered on the dirt thinking hopelessly of this greatest love of all.
A trial to the wisdom of spirits will be held, how it could happen that from the hell of the lord, the greatest love of all was born. The angels were puzzled since they were promised no birth is greater than the begotten son of the lord, like terrified butterflies swinging their wings around the hell of the lord, from Babylon the greatest love of all was born.
And the lonely Dervish is still there moving in circles mumbling the name of the beloved, dancing like a slaughtered bird with his head fainting on his shoulder, the world disappeared and no one but his lover exists.