One of my strangest posts so far, but it’s true. I tagged along with my older brother who’s here on business. We went to another city where it happens to host the final resting place of our beloved family. As we drove inside the graveyard, my eyes caught the names and dates of so many souls, dates that goes back to the 50’s, 60’s, 70’s and to recent dates… One had 2013 on it, and I was curious about each man, woman and child’s stories. They were like locked books and the names and dates of births and deaths were the only synopsis available that made me want to know more.
One grave stone haunted me… This young kid…
I asked about his story, they told me he was on the way to a football match in the bus, he died in an accident in 2006. May he find the joys he so seeked for in life wherever he is right now.
We reached to where our lost beloved are found, in a place where they all lay close together… A place I know for sure I will sleep in one day. There was a strange mix of feelings, visiting your own grave that is. My mind played my funeral and I felt sad from the inevitable. I looked around and listened very well… There was nothing. It was very peaceful, just the way I like it. It made me feel better. Me and my beloved brother said our goodbyes to our grandfather, grandmother and the rest of the family who we were blessed with the brief times that god had provided us with them, and then we went back.
The future is ahead, and I’m still waiting for my permit to visit Ur, I hope you will enjoy it as I will when I post about it.
So here I am, in a hotel in Iraq and still waiting for the permit to visit Ur’s ruins. I was the first one to greet the morning after an interrupting sleep; for me, new bed requires new habits of sleeping, which is hard to break. My schedule is not clear yet, our visit came suddenly, so we have no sure plans to go with. Me and my brother decided to go to my aunt’s house for lunch and that’s where I saw a couple of things to share. We took a taxi cab which was really fancy… Too fancy for the bad roads they have over here.
My brother is here on business, so he left me with mom for a while. I decided to check out my aunt’s library and suddenly I found this book.
It is a novel written by my father. So now you know where my writing genes come from, even though I published in English and he did so in our native tongue. The book is named (a bird in narrow sky). It is a collection of true stories about how the new and revolutionary political parties had affected so many lives of those who stand in between each fired up groups. The first story for example… It talks about a coffee place where all writers and poets gather to talk about art. The place was very important because it was a place that united all the parties and they all became friends who just talk about what they love. The only argument allowed was about art and artists. Other than that the owner will simply raise the sound of the radio which played the songs of Zohoor (which means Roses). Everyone falls silent for her sad voice, but not always, sometimes arguments lead to disturbance. That coffee place was a symbol of unity non the less… Which was a reason why the old corrupt government tore it down, I think in the 90’s. It was replaced by shopping stores now.
I found this painting later that day.
This painting was drawn by my late grandfather, it is at least older than 50 years. I never saw him before, he died before I was born. So this piece of him haunted me. I really wish I could tell him how brilliant he was. All his works are somewhere else.
Today I tag along with my old brother, he has more business in another city. But that’s not all.
Until then, enjoy these views.
Yesterday I packed my bags to be my mother’s companion for two weeks. Our destination is another twighlight zone, so different from where I live right now and only known from what you see on the news. We started our journey to Iraq where we will be staying for two weeks.
Fate provided us with the same border, making it easier for Cupid to aim his bow, thus we share our families. We will be staying each day in a different place. Right now I am writing this post in bed with my i-phone.
There was some strange aura that I felt the moment I entered the country, everything became strange and unfamiliar. Whenever I find myself in a traffic I feel tense. Then I remembered that media is a business, they show what attracts reviewers, an explosion is a sure hit. I relaxed a bit, but the road seemed endless, it took us 2 and a half hour to reach to the city of my origin, where my father started as a farmer, who’s now one of Kuwait’s top engineers.
At the borders of the province I read two lines. The first was roughly translated (respect and you will be respected). The second meant (abandon your hatred before you enter). I felt at peace.
It was filled with people who only offer the little they have, with hearts as big as a recently born baby. A taxi driver refused to take money when he found out that I was a guest in their province.
The place was at a cliff hang from civilization, electricity was a major problem, they come and go. They stay longer in winters because they do not use air conditioning during that season, thus less load. Our family have backup generators just in case.
In my first day I went to a funeral of a friend of the family members, at night we visited a woman who gave birth to a beautiful girl. Everyone here shares almost every event, they come together in sadness to support the sad, and they celebrate when life arrives, it was a beautiful community, one I’m proud to belong to.
They know who I am and they call me mawlaye, which means my lord. It makes me uncomfortable, but they insist on doing so, not because I’m a guest, but because of my bloodline.
Yesterday I spent my night at my aunt’s house, today I’m in a hotel with my brother who just joined me from Qatar. He snores… 🙂
I will be sharing more soon. I’m waiting for my permit from the governor so I can go visit Ur’s ruin… I heard it’s epic, it is older than 7000 years. Abraham was there. I think the pope will be visiting but they haven’t set a date yet.
Goodnight everyone and I hope to see you tomorrow.
~ A. H. Amin
That’s me next to the Euphrates River