"... to thine own self be true .."

What can I say, life goes on and we drift alongside it grasping on to withering pieces that will keep us afloat. Life goes on and at times you're in a river and at other times you're in murky waters. My mind, at this phase is passing through the latter, my confusion in a lot of things is intense. Everything is fragile around me, nothing seems solid & secure except that there is God and we will all eventually die.

Dark. Yes it's dark in my mind at this moment in time, darker than deep, deeper than nothingness. I am not depressed, lest this sound like that. I am also not deliriously happy. I am also not content with this feeling... It seems that I am simply NOT at the moment. As I struggle to be positive to all those around me, it is extremely difficult to be me to myself. This is soon to sound as a very egotisitical trip into the mind but I may need it.

"This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man." - William Shakespeare

Margaret Hassan

they have killed her, whom ever they may be. they, and I use small letters, do not deserve any acknowledgement in the most demeaning sense.

There is much written about her, and there will be more. Uncle Tahseen just wants her back, at least to get the burial that any human being deserves. Let alone a woman who spent most of her life serving humanity.

I just called Uncle Muthana, Uncle Tahseen's brother, in a ridiculous attempt to offer condolences to the family and to commiserate with them for their loss.

I should extend my condolences to all the Iraqi people and others that she's helped in her lifetime; they have lost their guardian angel.

She lived a life that most people only think of attempting, a life of giving. She died a good death, she died giving. That in itself is a nice slap & spit on the face of all those kidnappers that are just creating turmoil and devastating Iraq. She has died because she was doing good. That is DEFINITELY more than they could ever dream of attempting.

May God Almighty bless her in her final resting place many folds as much as she has helped others.

May the same merciful God, The Mighty Allah of the ninety nine names, and by his Greatest name, strike with all his infinite power & might, to the deepest of abysses of worldly and nether hell ALL those who have a hand in killing ANY innocents intentionally anywhere in the world, and those who intentionally want to harm Iraq, its development and path to peace.

AMEN.

Time

How long is too long? It’s been that long since I’ve last written.

Besides the ‘longing’ where did time go to?

‘As time goes by’ I think of my life, of what I’ve learnt or seemed to have wanted to learn and yet I have those scars that prove the experience; time heals all wounds, but it has no cosmetic surgery magic wand to remove all those scars deep inside of a soul.

It’s about time to let go and to embrace, to look at the glory of life as well as its misery and to mostly appreciate being alive to experience both.