22nd of November Frosty sunshine; I didn’t look at the colors; I didn’t turn my eyes towards them. I know of nothing but my cigarette and the weight of its ash. I contemplate on the most bizarre things. During the nights, soon as we lie down, the rats wake up, walk around the table, gnaw edges of our shoes and our papers; they sit on our stools, lick the leftover oil off the cans and we always find holes in our bread and traces of their paws on the table. Monday is usually full of holes and small crosses of dust from one end to its other.
“Come on, sweetheart, you need to see all this; don’t forget you won’t have this opportunity again anytime soon.” She perks up a bit and looks at the immense horizon on her right side with all the sand and light; the brightness blinds her. The sun is definitely something they have plenty of in this part of the world. “Everything looks so bright, honey. I can’t look at this for too long because my eyes get tired, even though I’m wearing sunglasses.” “I know, Emily, yet you must try to see all you can,” he insists. They’ve driven halfway to their destination when Rassan stops the car at a small town where they’ll have lunch and the chance to stretch their legs before they carry on. They find a small restaurant. Rassan and Abdul go inside and check things out; when they come back appear pleased the place looks good, the women and Ibrahim with Talal go inside. The small restaurant is filled with travelers and there are a few other women. Ibrahim lets Rassan order food and wine from the menu. The food will be shared by everyone as they don’t order individual plates. Emily likes this way of ordering as she doesn’t have to ask Talal to order things for her. They are served on big platters and the wine comes in a carafe; Rassan fills their glasses and they toast the health of everyone. To Emily’s surprise, the food is very tasty, although she doesn’t know what everything she eats is. Talal leans closer to her and asks, “Do you like the food, sweetheart?” She smiles at him and nods with her mouth full of delicious, creamy pate, and her wine glass raised, ready to take a sip. They arrive in Basra by mid afternoon when the heat of the day is at its peak. Basra is the second largest city in Iraq with a population of 1,700,000; it’s the center of the oil-exporting facilities in the south. There are substantial petroleum resources and many oil wells in the area. They pump out about 150,000 barrels a day. The fertile land around the periphery of the city produces a variety of grains, such as rice, wheat, barley and corn. They also produce many meat and dairy products here. During the war, the British stationed themselves in Basra and the city experienced few effects from the war. Now, the city is completely rebuilt and in full swing with the export of oil. In fact, most Iraqi oil wealth passes through this city. Basra was first built thousands of years ago and was considered the cradle of the Sumerian civilization. These days it’s called the Venice of Iraq because of its elaborate system of canals and waterways leading to the open waters of the Persian Gulf. The canal system is a lot more visible and functional during the high tide, than at low tide.
SECRET Some souls are made of marble others of pain or smiles and one is made of rose petals though I won’t reveal who. My heart would suffer if I exposed you so I put a lock on my mouth and though many wise people are around me no one has managed to guess yet. Some souls are made of crystals others are made of tears and one is made of rose petals though I won’t reveal who. I’ve sworn never to disclose even unto death, but then, who knows, perhaps someday… Something is burning my lips! Better to stop this song right now and go no further.
Phone Call Imperceptible laughter your eyes question rekindling the absence your arms an embrace waiting and I dreamed of the moment that escapes me your light voice feather touch on my tympanums a fairy’s caress that felt the stress of sundown its kingdom and its power and you let a light laughter in the cool afternoon as if spring suddenly came and the hyacinths had already bloomed