Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Hark all you who hear me: ياسامعين الصوت

 
 
 ياسامعين الصوت

 

يسألوني

انت شيعي ؟؟  انت سني ؟؟

وين ساكن؟؟

يم الشيخ لو يم ابو النعمان

لو يم ابو الجوادين

وآنه بالحسينيه... بالجامع أدور منهو اليوم طاحوا

طاح أخوي؟...أنذبح خالي ؟...أبن عمي؟

ما أبجي عليهم... أبجي منهم

ياخايبين ضيعتوا الوطن

والوطن غالي أعز من روحي عندي

 

يسالوني انت شيعي؟ انت سني؟

وآنه للكاظم  أبذاك الصوب ازوره

أنامن  بالصحن من  شمة عطوره

وبكربلا  للحسين  أتعنه ازوره...

من صغر ظفري وصغر سني

ويسالوني  انت شيعي ؟... انت سني؟

 

آنه بالجوادين بذاك الصوب تباركت وأدفنت أمي

و بشيخ معروف نايم المرحوم  ما من  يوم وسألني

على امك أنت طالع لو على عمك النام يمّي؟

 

بالهويه ياخذوني اليوم ويسالوني وين رايح

انت سني؟

كلت والله  للعباس جدي مِتعنّي أرد أشوفه ...

أسأله العباس سني ؟

كلت متعنّي  أشوفن داحي خيبر الكرار أشكيله همّي

أرد أشوفن ويرضى الحسين بكربلا...

وبنفس الوطن ينهدر دمك و دمي؟

 

آنه ما ادري أصار بيينه ....

آخ وياوسفه الصار بيينه

الله واكبرسووهه بيينه

ياوسفه ونجحت خططهم

ياوسفه  اللي طاحوا  بالجوامع بالحسينيات اليوم

ذوله  أولاد خالي ...أولاد عمّي

 

ياهالوادم  من الصوبين أتفلش وطنّه

يهالوادم وصلت النار بحجرنه وأحتركنه

ياسامعين الصوت الجاي منهم أكثر من اليوم بحزنّه

ياسامعين الصوت كافي

أنت  شيعي؟....أنت سني؟

 

ياخوي الوطن من الصوبين طايح

ياخوي من طائفية الشردتنه وطشّرت دمك ودمي

ياعراقي أصحى تره أتفلش بلدنا ...

ياخويَ احتركنه ما بقى بالوطن  غيرالجنايز...

على الصوبين يمّك ويمّي

 

ياخويَ الاجنبي  وج النار بيينه

ياخويَ وفرحان بذبحنه منّا بيينه...

ماله شغله يتفرج علينه...

أمجتف أبيده ويغنّي

ويسألوني أنت شيعي؟... أنت سني؟

 

ياخويَ ودير بالك

فلشوا الجامع الجنت بي وياك أصلّي

كالوا الشيعي علكها ...

والحسينيه فجّروهه...

وكالوا الفجّرهه  سنّي

 

ياخوي وآنه للحسن والهادي أضمه....

من زمان انام وياه بالصحن من صغر سنّي

آنه افجره وصدّكت والائمه تاج راسي...

بعد ابوي وبعد أمي

 

وصدّكت تطيني اِيديَّ....

ومن زمان أنت تشيل همّي

ياخوي وصدكت  لو نسيت أحنه  بثورة العشرين أيد وحده ...

وبيهه أنخبط دمك بدمي

 

ياخوي شبيك وكافي عاد

العراقي باللبن فتّح

ُأهُم اللي شعلوهه وكالوا....

هذا شيعي.... وهذا سني

 

 

 

عراقي/عراقية

 

الرجاء نشر هذه القصيده لكل  العراقيين  الاحبة في وطننا العراق الجريح

Sunday, August 20, 2006

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ROBERT MAXWELL WAS A MOSSAD SPY

December 2002

New claim on tycoon's mystery death

By Gordon Thomas And Martin Dillon

ELEVEN years after former Daily Mirror owner Robert Maxwell plunged from his luxury yacht to a watery grave, his death still arouses intense interest.

Many different theories have circulated about what really happened on board the Lady Ghislaine that night in May 1991.

Some believe the 67-year-old tycoon simply slipped into the sea, perhaps after a few drinks.


Others think Maxwell took his own life amid increasing troubles in his business empire - after his death investigators discovered he had been secretly diverting millions of pounds from two of his companies and from employee pension funds in an effort to keep solvent.


But now, after two and a half years of investigative journalism, we believe we have unearthed the true story of Maxwell's death and can reveal how he was murdered by the Israeli secret service, Mossad.


Our work, supported by documents, including FBI reports and secret intelligence files from behind the Iron Curtain, shows Maxwell had worked as a secret super spy for Mossad for six years.


The Czech-born millionaire and former Labour MP died the way he had lived - threatening. He had threatened his wife. Threatened his children. Threatened the staff of this newspaper.


But finally he issued one threat too many - he threatened Mossad.


He told them that unless they gave him £400million to save his crumbling empire, he would expose all he had done for them.


In that time, he had free access to Margaret Thatcher's Downing Street, to Ronald Reagan's White House, to the Kremlin and to the corridors of power throughout Europe.


On top of that he had built himself a position of power within the crime families of eastern Europe, teaching them how to funnel their vast wealth from drugs, arms smuggling and prostitution to banks in safe havens around the globe.


MAXWELL passed on all the secrets he learned to Mossad in Tel Aviv. In turn, they tolerated his excesses, vanities and insatiable appetite for a luxurious lifestyle and women.


He told his controllers who they should target and how they should do it. He appointed himself as Israel's unofficial ambassador to the Soviet Bloc. Mossad saw the advantage in that.


Having learned many of the key secrets of the Soviet empire, Maxwell was given his greatest chance to be a super spy.


Mossad had stolen from America the most important piece of software in the US arsenal. Maxwell was given the job of marketing the stolen software, called Promis.


Mossad had reconstructed the software and inserted into it a device which enabled them to track the use any purchaser made of the it.


Sitting in Israel, Mossad would know exactly what was going on inside all the intelligence services that bought it. In all, Maxwell sold it to 42 countries, including China and Soviet Bloc nations. But his greatest triumph was selling it to Los Alamos, the very heart of the US nuclear defence system.


The more successful Maxwell became the more risks he took and the more dangerous he was to Mossad. At the same time, the very public side of Maxwell, who then owned 400 companies, began to unwind.


He spent lavishly and lost money on deals. The more he lost, the more he tried to claw money from the banks. Then he saw a way out of his problems.


He was approached by Vladimir Kryuchkov, head of the KGB.


Spymaster and tycoon met in the utmost secrecy in the Kremlin.


Kryuchkov had an extraordinary proposal. He wanted Maxwell to help orchestrate the overthrow of Mikhail Gorbachev, the reformist Soviet leader. That would bring to an end a fledgling democracy and a return to the Cold War days.


In return, Maxwell's massive debts would be wiped out by a grateful Kryuchkov, who planned to replace Gorbachev. The KGB chief wanted Maxwell to use the Lady Ghislaine, named after Maxwell's daughter, as a meeting place between the Russian plotters, Mossad chiefs and Israel's top politicians.


The plan was for the Israelis to go to Washington and say that democracy could not work in Russia and that it was better to allow the country to return to a modified form of communism, which America could help to control. In return, Kryuchkov would guarantee to free hundreds of thousands of Jews and dissidents in the Soviet republics.


Kryuchkov told Maxwell that he would be seen as a saviour of all those Jews. It was a proposal he could not refuse. But when he put it to his Mossad controllers they were horrified. They said Israel would have no part in such a madcap plan.


For the first time, Maxwell had failed to get his own way. He started to threaten and bluster. He then demanded that, for past services, he should receive immediately a quick fix of £400million to bale him out of his financial difficulties.


Instead of providing the money, a small group of Mossad officers set about planning his murder. They feared that he was going to publicly expose all Mossad had done in the time he worked for them.


They knew that he was gradually becoming mentally unstable and paranoid. He was taking a cocktail of drugs - Halcion and Zanax - which had serious side effects.


The group of Mossad plotters sensed, like Solomon, he could bring their temple tumbling down and cause incalculable harm to Israel.


The plan to kill him was prepared in the utmost secrecy. A four-man squad was briefed.


Then Maxwell was contacted. He was told to fly to Gibraltar, go aboard the Lady Ghislaine and sail to the Canary Islands. There at sea he would receive his £400million quick fix in the form of a banker's draft. Maxwell did as he was told.


ON the night of November 4, 1991, the Lady Ghislaine, one of the world's biggest yachts, was at sea. Unknown to its crew, the death squad had cast an electronic net over the yacht to block all radio transmissions.


The security cameras on board had been switched off. After midnight there were only two men on the bridge. One hundred and twenty feet behind them, Maxwell appeared on deck.


He had been instructed to do so in a previous message from Mossad.


A small boat came alongside. On board were four black-suited men. Three scrambled on to the yacht.


In a second it was all over. Two held Maxwell. The third plunged a syringe into his neck behind his ear. A measured dose of nerve agent was injected. Robert Maxwell was immobilised. He was lowered off the deck into the water.


As Victor Ostrovsky, a former Mossad agent told us: "On that cold night Mossad's problems with Robert Maxwell were over."


The incontrovertible facts about his murder are contained in a previously-unseen autopsy report by Britain's then-leading forensic pathologist Dr Iain West and Israel State Pathologist Dr Yehuda Hiss.


Of all the documents in our possession, these reports confirm the truth about Maxwell's death.


Gordon Thomas & Martin Dillon are authors of The Assassination of Robert Maxwell: Israel's Super Spy, published by Robson Books.

Iraq... Grab the tissues and listen to the mix

كلمات واغنية تبكي كل ذرة من تراب العراق.. ويارب نتوحد ونبني عراق جديد



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Why America Needs Hezbollah

IF PEOPLE GET HELP, THE TERRORISTS HAVE WON

By Ted Rall Thu Aug 17, 11:21 AM ET

NEW YORK--Surrender, already. For America's sake, let the terrorists win!

Hours after a ceasefire halted a five-week war between Israel and Iranian-backed Islamic militias in Lebanon, reported the New York Times, "hundreds of Hezbollah members spread over dozens of villages across southern Lebanon began cleaning, organizing and surveying damage. Men on bulldozers were busy cutting lanes through giant piles of rubble. Roads blocked with the remnants of buildings are now, just a day after a ceasefire began, fully passable." Who cares if Hezbollah is a State Department-designated terrorist organization? Unlike our worthless government, it gets things done!

The citizens of New Orleans desperately need Hezbollah's can-do terrorist spirit. Outside the French Quarter tourist zone, writes Jed Horne in The New Republic, what was until 2005 our nation's most charming city and cultural center remains "a disaster zone, an area five times the size of Manhattan."

One year after the routine matter of a Gulf Coast hurricane, half the city's population remains refugees--screwed over by a government that hasn't lifted a finger to pretend that it cares. Horne describes "Vast swaths of a city emptied as if by a neutron bomb, with only the fecal brown floodline up under the eaves to suggest what went so very wrong--that, and the ghostly dried brine still coating the dead lawns and landscaping."

New Orleans is a dead city. Incredibly, the politicians don't give a damn. "Now most of the water has gone," the British Daily Mirror newspaper informed readers on the storm's anniversary, "but little else has changed. Driving through the streets, it is shocking to see how much devastation remains and how little rebuilding has taken place."

Americans watched incredulously as their government responded to the desperate pleas of sick and starving Katrina victims by herding them into internment camps, and then issued them $2000 debit cards--an insulting pittance--to compensate them for losing everything they owned. Anyone could see that the federal government had failed its obligation to protect its citizens. Not only had officials refused to shore up crumbling levies, they didn't even try to send in relief after the long-predicted flood. The United States of America, however, is led by men who see things very differently from, well, everyone else. They actually think that Hurricane Katrina victims received too much.

"If you put $2,000 in someone's hands, that's a lot of money," Federal Emergency Management Agency Director David Paulison explained during a July 23 announcement. Due to Bush Administration budget cuts, the victims of future disasters will have to make do with a mere $500.

You know the U.S. has gone Third World when bombed-out Lebanese get a better deal than we do. Remember how hurricane victims couldn't get through to FEMA's perpetually busy hotline? Promising that Hezbollah personnel "in the towns and villages will turn to those whose homes are badly damaged and help rebuild them," Sheikh Hassan Nasrallah ordered Hezbollah militants to canvass damaged neighborhoods and begin repairs at once. Hezbollah gives out "decent and suitable furniture" and a year's free rent to all Lebanese who lost their homes. Unlike the racist government officials who managed the botched response along the Gulf Coast last year, where whites were rescued while blacks were shot, the Shiite terrorist group's offer also applies to Sunnis, Christians and even Jews.

"Hezbollah's reputation as an efficient grass-roots social service network," reported the Times, "was in evidence everywhere. Young men with walkie-talkies and clipboards were in the battered Shiite neighborhoods on the southern edge of Bint Jbail, taking notes on the extent of the damage. Hezbollah men also traveled door to door checking on residents and asking them what help they needed." With terrorists like that, who needs FEMA?

A year after Katrina, officials are still pulling bodies out of the rubble. Dozens of corpses remain unidentified; the president, governor and mayor continue to pass the blame for their willful inaction. George W. Bush still refuses to accept responsibility. Just one day after the Lebanese ceasefire, however, Sheikh Nasrallah had already delivered a thorough accounting of the damage caused by Israel's bombing campaign and launched a comprehensive rebuilding program. "So far," said the Hezbollah leader, "the initial count available to us on completely demolished houses exceeds 15,000 residential units. We cannot of course wait for the government and its heavy vehicles and machinery because they could be a while."

As often occurs during emergencies in the U.S., price gouging for housing, water, gasoline and other essentials was rampant during and after Katrina. Bush did nothing. Nasrallah, by contrast, warned businesses not to exploit the situation: "No one should raise prices due to a surge in demand."

Never argue with a man who buys AK-47s by the boxcar.

"Hezbollah's strength," says Amal Saad-Ghorayeb, a professor at the Lebanese American University in Beirut and an expert on the organization, in large part derives from "the gross vacuum left by the state."

Sound familiar? It does to the people of Ladysmith, Wisconsin. The rural town, destroyed by a tornado in 2002, has been abandoned by the government to whom its people paid taxes all their lives.

Maybe we can commission Hezbollah to rebuild the World Trade Center.

(Ted Rall is the author of the new book "Silk Road to Ruin: Is Central Asia the New Middle East?," an in-depth prose and graphic novel analysis of America's next big foreign policy challenge.)

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Narcicyst of Euphrates

Narcicyst of Euphrates
iBO
Nightclub at the Millennium Airport Hotel
Garhoud, Dubai
Tel +971 4 282 1844
Fax +971 4 398 8339
Taxi Directions Millennium Airport Hotel
Email info@9714.com
Website www.9714.com

Last updated on Tuesday, 4 July 2006

Date Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Time 9pm
Entry Fees Dhs30
Performers Narcicyst of Euphrates
DJ Name Solo


Narcicyst of Euphrates performs at iBO with DJ Solo warming things up. Entry is Dhs30 and and all proceeds will go to the Red Cresent to help rebuild Lebanon.



Promoter 9714
Tel 04 398 8890
Fax 04 398 8339
Email info@9714.com
Website www.9714.com

Sunday, August 13, 2006

A Diet Poem

تعبـت ابغـي اسـوي رجيـم

وزني يزيـد عـام بعـد عـام

لو شافني حد قالـي فـالصميـم

وش فيج غاديـه مثـل الـدرام

لاخليت مركز ولا دوا ولاكريـم

حتى عشـاي مـا اكلـه وانـام

وهم العيش وبيبسي والايس كريم

حرمت نفسي وخليتهم من اعوام

المتن حلو بـس استايلـه قديـم

والمتينه تابعه لـبنـات الزحـام

ماحد يمدحها مثل باجي الحريـم

حتى في الشعر مالنا في الغـرام

اي غرام جني شعبان عبدالرحيم

والمليان لوشافني زدت عليه آلام

ياناس ترى ما كل رشيق وسيـم

وانـا اكـذب روحـي بالكـلام

اشكيك الهي وانت بـحالتي فهيم

تحقق مناي وغايتـي والاحـلام

واصير عود يحركنـي النسيـم

واغايض بنات الخال والاعمـام



بقلم: شموخ قلم

War

 "Why, of course the people don't want war. Why should some
poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the
best he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one
piece? Naturally, the common people don't want war, neither
in Russia, nor England, nor for that matter, Germany. That
is understood, but after all it is the leaders of the
country who determine the policy and it is always a simpler
matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy,
or fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist
dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be
brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All
you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and
denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing
the country to danger. It works the same in any country.
" 

- Herman Goering, while imprisoned at Nuremberg

غازي القصيبي يرد على نزار قباني - Ghazi Al Gosaibi & Nizar Qabbani

أحاول - مذْ كنتُ طفلا ، قراءة أي كتابٍ
تحدّث عن أنبياء العربْ.
وعن حكماءِ العربْ… وعن شعراءِ العربْ…
فلم أر إلا قصائدَ تلحَسُ رجلَ الخليفةِ
من أجل جَفْنةِ رزٍ… وخمسين درهمْ…
فيا للعَجَبْ!!
ولم أر إلا قبائل ليست تُفرّق ما بين لحم النساء…
وبين الرُطَبْ…
فيا للعَجَبْ!!
ولم أر إلا جرائد تخلع أثوابها الداخليّهْ…
لأيِ رئيسٍ من الغيب يأتي…
وأيِ عقيدٍ على جُثّة الشعب يمشي…
وأيِ مُرابٍ يُكدّس في راحتيه الذهبْ…
فيا للعَجَبْ!!

أنا منذ خمسينَ عاما،
أراقبُ حال العربْ.
وهم يرعدونَ ، ولايمُطرونْ…
وهم يدخلون الحروب ، ولايخرجونْ…
وهم يعلِكونَ جلود البلاغةِ عَلْكا
ولا يهضمونْ…

أنا منذ خمسينَ عاما
أحاولُ رسمَ بلادٍ
تُسمّى - مجازا - بلادَ العربْ
رسمتُ بلون الشرايينِ حينا
وحينا رسمت بلون الغضبْ.
وحين انتهى الرسمُ ، ساءلتُ نفسي:
إذا أعلنوا ذاتَ يومٍ وفاةَ العربْ…
ففي أيِ مقبرةٍ يُدْفَنونْ؟
ومَن سوف يبكي عليهم؟
وليس لديهم بناتٌ…
وليس لديهم بَنونْ…
وليس هنالك حُزْنٌ ،
وليس هنالك مَن يحْزُنونْ!!

أنا…بعْدَ خمسين عاما
أحاول تسجيل ما قد رأيتْ…
رأيتُ شعوبا تظنّ بأنّ رجالَ المباحثِ
أمْرٌ من الله…مثلَ الصُداعِ…ومثل الزُكامْ…
ومثلَ الجُذامِ…ومثل الجَرَبْ…
رأيتُ العروبةَ معروضةً في مزادِ الأثاث القديمْ…
ولكنني…ما رأيتُ العَرَبْ!!…


غازي القصيبي

بإسم متى يعلنون وفاة العرب
نزارُ! أزفُّ اليكُ الخَبَرْ!
لقد أعلنوها.. وفاَة العربْ..
وقد نشروا النعْيَ..فوق السطورِ..
وبين السطورِ..وتحت السطورِ
وعبْرَ الصُوَرْ!!
وقد صدَرَ النعيُ..
بعد اجتماعٍ يضمُّ القبائلَ...
جاءته حمْيَرُ تحدو مُضَرْ
وشارون يرقص بين التهاني
تَتَابُعِ من مَدَرٍ أو وَبَرْ
و"سامُ الصغيرُ"..على ثورِهِ
عظيمُ الحُبورِ..شديدُ الطَرَبُ
نزارُ! أزفُّ اليكُ الخَبَرْ!
هناك مليونَ دولار..
جادَ بها زعماءُ الفصاحةِ..
للنعْي في مُدنِ القاتلينْ
أتبتسمُ الآن؟!
هذي الحضارةُ!
ندفعُ من قوتنا..
لجرائد سادتنا الذابحينْ
ذكاءٌ يحيّرُ كلَّ البَشرْ!
نزارُ! أزفُّ اليكُ الخَبَرْ!
وإيَّاكَ أن تتشرَّب روحُك
بعضَ الكدَرْ
فنحن نموتُ..نموتُ..نموتُ..
ولكننا لا نموتُ...نظلُّ...
غرائبَ من معجزات القَدَرْ
إذاعاتُنا لا تزال تغنّي...
ونحن نهيمُ بصوت الوترُ
وتلفازنا مرتع الراقَصاتِ...
فكَفْلٌ تَثَنّى..ونهدٌ نَفَرْ
وفي كل عاصمةٍ مُؤتمرْ
يباهي بعولمة الذُّلِ..
يفخر بين الشُعوبِ
بداء الجرب
ولَيْلاتُنا...مشرقاتٌ ملاحُ
تزيّنها الفاتناتُ المِلاحُ
إلى الفجرِ...
حين يجيء الخَدَرْ
وفي "دزني لاند" جموعُ الأعاريبِ...
تهزجُ...مأخوذة باللُعَب
ولندن ـ مربط أفراسنا!
مزادُ الجواري...وسوقُ الذَهَبْ
وفي "الشانزليزيه"..سَددنا المرورَ
منعنا العبورَ...
وصِحْنا:"تعيشُ الوجوهُ الصِباحُ!"..
نزارُ! أزفُّ اليكُ الخَبَرْ!
يموتُ الصغارُ...ومَا منْ أحدْ
تُهدُّ الديارُ...ومَا مِنْ أحدْ
يُداس الذمار..ومَا مِنْ أحدْ
"فمعتصمُ" اليْوم باعِ السيوفَ
"لِبيريز"...
عَادَ وأعلَنَ أنَ السلامَ الشُجَاع
انتصرْ
وجيشُ "ابن أيوبَ"...مُرتَهنٌ
في بنوكِ رُعاةِ البَقَرْ
و"بيبرْس" يقضي إجازتهُ...
في زنود نساء التترْ
ووعَّاظُنا يرقُبون الخَلاصَ...
مع القادمِ...المُرتجَى..المُنْتَظَرْ
نزارُ! أزفُّ اليكُ الخَبَرْ!
سئمتُ الحياةَ بعصر الرفات
فهيّىءْ بقُرْبكَ لي حُفرِة!!
فعيش الكرامةِ تحتَ الحُفَر.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

'In your arms' 03-07-05

“So how do you feel when you’re with me?”

 

I looked at him with closed eyes

As we sat there alone

And murmured between sighs,

In your arms I have come home

 

 

 

 

 

  

In your eyes I see the deep

Of the ocean at midnight

And long to lie and sleep

Till awaken by the daylight

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Till I am able to inhale

You, through my skin and senses

And taste the salted dew

Of slowly stolen dances

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of sentiments and desires

 

 

Of a time that I had waited

For your image to come true

And bear the pain created

In a long search for you

 

In the latest hours

When I steal those moments so true

I breathe a sigh of hunger

Of coming home to you


 

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Dead Are My People - by Gibran Khalil Gibran 1883 - 1931

Written in exile during the famine Syria [and Lebanon ] in world war I






My people died on the cross....
They died while their hands
stretched toward the East and West,
While the remnants of their eyes
Stared at the blackness of the
Firmament...They died silently,
For humanity had closed its ears
To their cry. They died because
They died because
They placed trust in all humanity.
They died because they did not
Oppress the oppressors. They died
Because they were the crushed
Flowers, and not the crushing feet.
They died because they were peace
Makers. They perished from hunger
In a land rich with milk and honey.
They died because monsters of
Hell arose and destroyed all that
Their fields grew, and devoured the
Last provisions in their bins....
They died because the vipers and
Sons of vipers spat out poison into
The space where the Holy Cedars and
The roses and the jasmine breathe
Their fragrance.