Iqbal Latif is being bothered by R Duray. Taking the high road.
On life and self reflection today..
Kuwait- My long love affair with this country started very much where I sit today. I sit down here looking outside from the 20th floor of my super luxurious suite' looking at the simmering lights below me remembering of that fateful 28th Aug night when with my family/children had to sleep under open skies on the border between Iraq and Iran, the Iraqi Col robbed me of my gold Rolex but allowed me into Iran, it was than that my love of Rolex switched to Bvlgari, it is kind of dejavuish, the thoughts of 1990 keep coming back to haunt me, this very building where I stay was my first project in Kuwait back in 1978 as a construction engineer, I remember fresh from my uni coming down to the mechanical floor construction with a Piere cardin shirt, the shirt got entangled with reinforcements and tore I could hear the gleeful cries of my foreman's who must have thought another fresh ass is trying to get into the construction industry, young and dynamic that I was in no time I made them respect me, in 52 degrees heat of July and August I made everyone realized that construction industry is not something that I will shy away from rather I am made for it. This very building was burned to ashes by Iraqi invaders and restored to former glory by my boss, destruction is the habit of some construction of others, I am lucky to find work with those who like to construct. That is why I see glass half full and not empty.
Here on this thread you may see wolves in garbs of sheep, those who abuse and those who terrorize to be accepted but little do they realize that they are mini Saddams that is how I see them, when they abuse me and disturb the peace of my little mental abode called Idea thread that I have nourished over years with my blood and tears, I can see the Saddam in them garbed in liberal dons.
Last seven years thousands of such 'great' wolves have come and gone I have stayed here, on this starry night in Kuwait I want to tell them that they remind me of tyranny and worst form of tyranny where freedom of speech is disallowed, if this is what you term as liberalism let me tell that if you cannot let my little thread which is no threat to you live in peace, how can you let your neighborhoods who disagree with you live in peace, you all must be very dangerous people but I do pray for you like I prayed for Saddam last night, prayed for mercy from God, my tormentors here need mercy from God to release them from the excesses of their super egos.
We are here to stay, I am not going to make this thread moderated as for me I believe in freedom of expression but I don't believe in imposing my thoughts with barrel of a gun, how peaceful and how annoying one disgracefully enters in someone intellectual abode and pisses all over marking his territory just to prove he knows it all, I say you guys know nothing, you disturb peace of small people like me who have never tried to project my views beyond my own little world that is my thread, I get enough kick to see my ideas printed here on my own little world, little do I care if they get any acceptance. If the price of calling Mr. Dean a bean is disturbance on this thread, I will rather accept that very nicely.
The dream of long stay in Kuwiat was interrupted by sudden invasion of Kuwait by tyrant Saddam Hussein, he raped and pillaged this country in no time, a country that was oasis of stability for 2.5 million people pre invasion became a ghost town, some leaders are lunatic their aim is to turn mankind oasis's into ghost towns, some brave man are required to stop their stampeded and make them pay a price for their excesses, it is said that God grinds slow but grinds very fine, the whole picture of my 25 years in Kuwait comes in fore today, I remember the 'orgies of blood' conducted by soldiers of Saddam against peaceful citizens of this country, not that I did not hear the cries from Khurramsher back in 80's, he looted the peace of that city from late eighties to early nineties, on my escape from Kuwait I drove through 'Khurramsher' I crossed the entire city it was noting but total devastation and some stray dogs wondering on streets, only driving five miles out of the city I realized that the doomsday site that I had crossed thinking of some war zone was once a city called Khurramsher, monsters who are habitual killers of man come in every size and shape but they have one thing in common they are all megalomaniacs, here some lunatics discuss with me the qualities of Hitler and soft nature of Saddam, I think as I see a rejuvenated Kuwait thanks to Bush Senior that a man who cannot understand the pain of victims and a man who cannot see aggression being fought to stave future calamities have no sense of history or sense of humanity. Ask the Kuwaitis mothers who have yet to find the bodies of their beloved lost in the 1990 aggression, or ask the kins of Halabja or the victims of children hospital in Shiraz where hundreds of children were victims of Saddam relentless rain of Scuds on Iran to break their resolve to defend themselves from Iraqi aggression, it was not an Iraqi aggression but a vengeful blood thirst of a megalomaniac called Saddam.
Yesterday, a part of me was happy the other sad, happy for a long saga of crime agaisnt humanity to come to end sad that his luxury that he was use to for 35 years was taken away by God, i felt I wish he would not see this day alive, I saw him arrested like a rat, a desert rat lying low in a small Iraqi hamlet off Tigris, like coward he loved his life so much, that what he thought of nothing for others in ordering mass killings for his one own useless life he could not pull the trigger, someone who used his sons as canon fodder could not go down as a man who killed himself than allowed to be humiliated, however this humiliation is worth a thousands deaths, his face has become a shameful disgrace for those who supported him, the street in Arab world likes to know why do they support always a loser and why their heroes turn out to be zeros, it is too late in the night and my eyes are heavy with few tears and few thoughts I can only say, those who tell me that killing is about statistics even for me one man killed in action is like killing whole of humanity for every innocent life lost in Iraq it was no one but Saddam responsible, a lot of weight has been lifted from the shoulders of our region and I can only say thank you Americans and I go to bed, those who cannot digest my thanks you my message is to stop selling your motherland short.
Congratulation of making best efforts to destroy my abode but rest assure I will not address you and I will not leave my post, you will disappear soon like many others, you will abuse me but you will never forget me I am very addictive. Welcome to the hypnotizing world of Ike.
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