Me again

this post was written yesterday
Hi all,
I know I am late for writing this post and many of you thought that I will stop posting. Well, I was too close from that but here I am again.
My mother told me not to write a bout politics. She told me to write about my normall life, But I don't live a normall life so how could I follow her advise?

Today I went out of house. I reach some area that I didn't see it from more than a year. I passed bridges *lol* Yes I did. I should celebrate because of that.

Me and my sister went to take Aya to the kindergarten for the first time in her life. We went to the kindergarten where there were a lot of children and we left Aya in one of the room with a bout 8 children and went out from the room. All the children were crying there including me and my sister but we were crying without tears. We could hear the sound of crying in the next room where we sat with the monitor of kindergarten. for sure there were many crying sound.
My sister was more relax than me because she couldn't recognize her daughter's voice while I could and I was sure that the baby who have this hight hurting voice was Aya.

Me and my sister were looking to each others eyes with a fear faces. We waited an hour in the monitor room and then we went and take Aya from that small, fear, babies room. when we entered the room Aya was calm. her eye loked smaller because she cried alot.when she saw her mother she began to cry loudly and her face looked like tomato. she kept crying all the Time we spent going to the home. This day was hard for me and for Aya and her mother but it was an experiment. So tommorow Aya will go again to the kindergarden but with out us . She will be lonely with all these babies. Aya is the youngest baby there.

in the evining we went to my uncle's house, His daughters came from baghdad and we went to see her and her beautiful daughter who is in the same age of Aya but Aya is older than her in 5 days.
We spent there a good time and after that we bought icecream and return back to our home .
I don't know what I am feeling now. But it's is a good feeling that I don't test it from along time.

hummm I taste that my country is still beautifull in spite of every things happened to it.

hnk

days of my life (up date)

Ok, listen to this story, I was so happy and I decided to write a nice post. But unfortunately before I save my post the computer Stop working like someone freeze.

And now I am angry.
Don’t teach me how to save the post and how to use control+c and control +v because I know this information but I am lazy to do it.
So lazy
So? I will try to remember what I write and rewrite it again.
The post was like this one:
Hi...Hi...Hi
I am happy, do you want to know why.
Because khalid is return back to his home. And because I went out of house last Friday and visited my uncle's house to congratulate them about my cousine graduation. All the family were there: my uncles and aunts, their children and their grand children.
There were four babies their ( Aya and medo are 11 months old, Sama and Nora are 1,5 years old). All of them were cute and have a nice looking.
Noor is an evil girl. From the first moment she saw Sama she went to her and pushes her, she is the third child and the two children before her are both boys. After she pushed Sama,Nora's mother took her a way from Sama and Nora began to cry:)

After that Medo and Aya were playing in the ground, Nora came to them and tried to attack them in every possible ways. All the moms took their child away from each other’s.

The funny things that happened there that my mother put her food in her chair and went to take Aya from dad to feed her, she took Aya and then she sat in her chair where she put her dish, wher her food. I shout Maam ! And she said in a cold voice: what?
OH my God. Her clothes became terrible with all that food. " Heh..heh"

As you know last week Raghda visited us for tow days. She slept with me in the same room. I spent good time with her. Especially at the night when we went to sleep and talk with each other about every thing. I can talk with Raghda about things that I couldn't't talk about it with Najma.

Raghda fell in love with my bear toy. She slept with it and she took pictures with it. She really likes it. I hope she enjoy her visit to us.

the telephone conection between Mosul and Baghdad is cut from 6 days and that is not a good news to hear but we have internet and we can contact with my relatives there by it.

Ok I have another funny cartoon, I hope you like it

see you soon
with more family news
hnk

I don't know what to say

I know I didn't post from long long days.
before a week I wrote a long post and really nice one. I was going to publish it in the next day.

unfortunately the first thing I did in the next day was to visit Raed blog which I don't visit it much. I read about what happened to khalid and sat all the day sad and bored "that all what I need to complete my perfect day"

My old sister advice me to stop blogging. what happened to khalid is not a game. We should do something for him, He is one from An Iraqi blogger. NOW he is in the Jail.

Why he is there?
what is he doing there?
How is he?

I don't know.
go back to our subject: stop bloging or not?
I was thinking about that And I wrote a post talking about this freedom we have.I wrote that I don't need it. If it's the same freedom that mad khalid write what he was thinking of and it is the same freedom that entered him the jail. So I don't need this freedom
Take it!

pooh,
Raghda my cousin came from Baghdad yesterday and she will leave tomorrow. We have a good time with her I will talk a bout that in the next post If I will continue my blog.

Pray for all of us
hnk

heh... hehe.. heh


PS:If you wonder where is the cartoon, I deleted it, because Raghda (Afandee) don't like it :)

just talking

Good morning ... Good evening .... Good night

"I like to hear these phrases because they have the word "good" in them, and because my life here doesn't have much "good" in it otherwise..... so, here we go with my life news."

"2 days ago" I was washing my face using neutrogena deep clean and
some of it entered my eye accidentally.I washed it in water and continued my life as usual.

in the morning, I woke up and went to wash my face, and looked in the mirror and saw that my right eye was puffed up. And, it began to itch me, and it has been itching me since. *Oh my eyes, how much I want to scratch you*.

Anyway, my dad gave me "ultradex" sterile ophthalmic solution to put in my eye. Today, when I woke up, my eye was worse than yesterday, but now it is the same as it was yesterday.

besides that Aya fell on the ground while she was trying to climb the table and the table fell on her face and her nose began to bleed so as her mother called in the middle of the night, and she was obviously distressed, and her voice sounded like she was crying. Well, I began to cry when I heard that. My sister was worried that Aya would need to get stitches in her nose, but thanks to Allah she is fine and she didn't need that.
So, now Aya has a red nose like a clown.The only thing she needs is
to put on a red dress and she will look elegant.

Yesterday my father's friend invited us to the lunch in his house.
Najma and I didn't want to go there. My father's friend has 8 children.And Najma and I do not get along with them so my father and my mother go
there alone and have good time as I think.

We were alone me and Najme at lunch time. As usual, I cooked the lunch and she ate it.
My sister MY nice sister my helpful sister (Najma) discovered after along time
that she didn't do house work lately so she went and washed the dishes by her own free will. Didn't I tell you she likes to help other people?

Let's talk about my nice sister. I don't know what's been happening to her these last few days. that night when we went to sleep, she told me she'll jump out the window. In this state, she wanted to help me.

I told her I will jump with you, so she changed her mind. I think she doesn't like company.

Don't worry we are muslim ( Muslim people don't commit suicide,suicide is
not an acceptable in our religion )

well well, I think I am not doing well. I couldn't be fun.

Something happened (knock on the table " it's an imitation for us to
knock the table so no one will envy you" ) I have a good dream last
night *STRANGE, did any of you have a nightmare last night? Maybe our dreams were exchanged*

Ok, see you soon.
have a good week end
hnk

3 Minutes and you will finish read this (this post written two days ago)

Hi all,
Guess what, We went out house finally. We spent a good time in my uncle's house where all the family was there. (My uncles and their children and their grand children)
This is normal in Iraq.
The people where you live didn't meet their relatives as much as we do. It's normal to you if your sons moved into another house before he got married. But to us it's something not happened. The sons live with their parents before marriage and after the marriage some of them move to another house and the rest stay with their parents. The sons and daughters stay visits their parents at least one times in the week.

My mother's holiday began yesterday. So I will be contact with you more than before (because mama will take care of Aya and other things.
Aya controlled to us, she is so smart and so cute and so active too. I fight with her yesterday (but I was the right person ) after that she looked angry and she didn't look at my face again till I go and entreated her to forgive me I hug her and play with her till the princes began to smile.

Just talking

OH GOD,
I had written many posts, but I didn't have courage to publish it, I don't know why.
I didn't go out of house since 9 days ago thus I have no new news.

"Day after day the situation in Iraq get better " that's what one of the height rank military said. But the reality shows the opposite.
that let me remember what Najma said to me some day
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubts"

If it is geing better then why we don't have water and oil while we live in the country of oil. And we have two rivers Tigris and the Euphrates .


We are in the 3 rd year of the war. 3 years and the war didn't end.
SO when you want to help Iraqi people don't send your cousin and sons to Iraq to fight. Because they fight us not fight for us.

Did you forget the WMD?
Did you forget what happened in Abo Graib?
Did you forget what the humanity mean?
Did you forget what the human needs?

Don't bother, I also forget something but I forget
What the peace look like..
What the street look like..
What the sky in the night look like..
What my relatives look like..

Some times I just think if you see what my eyes saw, if you hear what my ears heard. you will be able to understand what I mean.

Some words from the world
Did you read what khalid wrote in his blog about me? read this
"I am pro God, I am pro life, I am pro humanity, I am pro truth, and when the American goverment choses to be against all that then damn it:I AM anti American-goverment"

And Najma write a great post You should read it also.

And at the end I want to share you this Joke
Are you pessimistic?
do you feel( Sad, poor and disturbed)?
congratulation you are iraqi 100%

Another Joke " who is iraqi?"
Iraqi is a human live in this world, hated by countries in this world, wronged by the media's world,disbuded in thoughts about this world, exploited by goverment's world and sad in his life in this world. well it's not look like joke in English, so I will write it in Arabic

تعريف العراقي: :كائن حي مكروه دوليا. مظلوم أعلاميا. مشتت ذهنيا. مثقف ماديا. مضطهد حكوميا. تعيس عمليا.منكوب يوميا


ٍSALAM
hnk

It's Iraqis life, it's my life

Salaam all,
How are you people?

I didn't write from a while, so here is my news:
These days I was busy with Aya and house work (cleaning, washing and cooking) I help my mother preparing the lunch today, we made Kabab.
I cooked yesterday too, I cooked an Iraqi food called "Dolmah" I put its picture before and here is it again.



One of the reasons that prevented me from writing, was Aya, she come to our house in the day which is my turn in the computer, so I don't have enough time to write a post, but here I am today writing this post after my Mom take Aya to sleep and dad took Najma to her course of Arabic.
One of the people who work with my father in the same building, called before an hour and asked my father not to come to the clinic, he said there is a confrontation in the region around the clinic.
So my father will take my turn as I think, " well, I am sure" But no problem he is my great dad.

The day before yesterday I was too sad so I decided to go to my room and try to draw something. I did that, I draw a wonderful image as I think because Najma, NAJMA who never admit till today that the pictures I draw is nice, she did that now, she told me that it is beautiful *whew!*

Hot news: Now my sister come from the hospital and said, today there were a lot of patient with bullets injuries while they were inside their houses, yes inside their house.
Well I told you tha,t last week was full of danger. And I don't like to talk about that, so you can read about that in my father's blog Bad days
And for more information check Najma's blog.


I don't like to talk a bout that. When I write a bout the bad things that happened to Iraqi people, when I write about the bad situation I end my post and I am in a bad state more than I was.

Well, we have big problem in Mosul this week. The fuel is not available and it cost 25 times more than before from the black market. We don't bye it from the fuel station because it's too crowded and there is no hope to reach your turn before 10 hours, and after that 50% they will not get you fuel. That if you could wait till after 10 hours.
This is Mosul problem these days.

Baghdad have another problem, the people there don't have water,
Not even polluted water. And we are in summer and this is Baghdad. So asked Allah to help them.

Salam
Yours,
Hnk

STILL A LIVE

Hi all,

Be optimistic, you are normal. I told you before about the stupid thing that I did which make me think that my mind is stop working. Here's another example, yesterday when I was preparing the table I putted two fork to each dish.
well, after last post I receive many E-mail who their sender told me the same example "I go to the room for something and when I reach the room I don't know why I am here"
All OF YOU SAME EXAMPLE......Come one, your minds are working.

I don't write from along times, and many things happened that don't help me to be happy not at all. I am not in a good mind to write about it. Well all what can I said that
Today is better than tomorrow

we were so near from being died this week. Especially my parents.
The people around me killed and kidnapped.
OH, Allah help us

What happened to my mind?

What happened to my mind? That was the first question
that came to my mind. And my mind is still asking
- what's happened to me?

Well, yesterday I spent 5 minutes looking at the teeth
brushes and wondering which one is mine. After that, I
took my mother's brush and started to brush my teeth with
it. At that time, I felt that it is not mine.

My mind asks itself this day the same question, what
happened to me? And when Najma my sister went to wash
the dishes that I put in the table, she saw the pizza
in the dish and under the water, so she came to me and
she seemed SO angry and asked me why I put the pizza
there?
Did I do that? Am I the one who put the pizza under
the water? STRANGE

After that I asked myself, Am I really sixteen? Well,
I looked at the mirror and saw a face have pimples on
it. So yes, I am really sixteen.

Stop talking about my mind. My mind's work to think
and I am writing what I think so my mind always has
the priority of what I write.

Yesterday I went with a friend to see my other friend
mary. I had a good time there. From the minute I walked
through the door until I went out she wouldn't stop
forcing me to eat. In the beginning, she gave me a
lecture about how much I seem thin and how much that
does not help my health. After that she serve me ice
cream and after half an hour, a cake and cola and then
banana, apple and watermelon and then candy and
cookies. Oh, I ate so much!

After I came back home, I ate my lunch. I did not stop
eating last night. Well, I did not stop eating for the
last few days maybe because I do not feel comfortable.

We heard today that American soldiers imprisoned six
Iraqis women. And I heard from my sister who work in the
hospital that American soldiers took a 3 years old kid
to the hospital after they shot him. Not good news to
hear. If I will not talk about the bad things that are
happening in Iraq, I will not find any thing to talk
about and at that time I should probably shut up,
close the blog, and begin counting the days…

Yours
Hnk

I am a blind, I can't see the truth

One month ago I wrote about the problem that bothers me, I see nightmare every night. I really hate what was happened to me till now, when I discovered that the real life that I live is a nightmare. The truth became clear, and the features began to appear. Sleep helps me not bother me. I was running from the truth, I can't agree with what happened because I can't confess that I lived a better life and spend beautiful times in sadam's time.
IN fact: I was hate sadam SO much, and now I don't hate him (And I don't like that) I don't feel anything towards him. He doesn't mean to me anything.

What I was thinking. Get what I want? Have the happy life which I dream? See a peace world?

Believe or not believe:
Last days, I, my sisters and mom were watching TV, my sister who is a doctor turned the TV into al Iraqia channel. What was there in Iraqia TV?

Why you cut a head of doctor gave you the medicine?

In the moment we read this we began to laugh. Well, bad news which you don't expect it always let you laugh.
Did they wait the people who killed the doctor to answer?
WHY? what a stupid question,did this people who killed the doctor ( cut their heads)recognize what they do?

I still can't believe what my eyes saw.

What should I feel towards:
Toward the people who killed the doctors?
Towards the soldiers who killed my relatives and my people every day by their arms?
Towards Saddam who break my heart?


What should I feel? What should I say? What should I do?
I don't know
I am a blind in the dark

Yours
hnk

my blog

43.75 %

My weblog owns 43.75 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?
I did that before a year, and I get 12.5%
and now I get 43.75
very interesting

Water !

Clear water, dirty water doesn't trouble it's not making a different. We drink both of them.
My uncle house's water has a small fish on it beside its color and its taste which we get use on them. But fish, It's another problem.

These weeks we heard about many people be poisoned by water. My father bought us this new Water cooler which have some layers clear the water. And here is its picture







Some day my teacher of biology told us to not drink the water because it's dirty.
But I am with some people who said we have immunity, we drink dirty water from many many years, but certainly it was not as bad as it is now.
We heard some news about killing some people and throw their bodies in the river. So maybe the water that we drink........ "You know" I can't say it.

yes, I am blaming again

Bad electricity service that we have here in Iraq couldn't give us more than 4 hours in the day. In lucky days, we have 7 hours of electricity at the most level.

That pushed my dad to buy us a light that works on battery, so we can continue our homework after the generators turn off. Every one in the family has his own torch.
This my mother's:

my father's:

my and my sister's torches:

mine is the blue, my sister's is the red.

Well, I remember my father when he bought me this one. I was so happy (really happy). It is the most useful thing that you can spend your money on.

And this one with a fan too is kept it in the living room:


But that is not enough for the country which doesn't have electricity most of the time. So we have this one:


what we used before we bought this? Good question, this is what we used before:


And this is another picture of our suffering, Najma talked about it in her blog and said
This is the electricity traffic light, it's in the entrance of our home, just before the door... The green light is for" the electricity is on". The yellow is for "the neighborhood generator is on". The blue light is for "the neighbor's generator is on"... Each family has its way to know the kind of electricity they're having...Well, we have a traffic light.


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Hi all,
today for the third time this week I went out home " not normal"
some day before when I didn't went out of home for along long days I looked out side and see the sky, I don't know what happened to me. It looks like this is the first time I see it, I just want to cry I felt strange feeling.

I have a problem here; every movement in the house, every thing happened I wrote it in my mind as a post in the blog. And that is bothering me a little.

I was surf in the internet and found some post I wrote it but not in English but in French check it
I tried to read it And I CANT UNDERSTOOD WHAT I SAID I am really bad in French that I couldn't understood what I (I) wrote. Now I understand why I got less mark in French NOW I GOT IT. Any way thanks "merci" for the people who translated my post into French.

Well what I have to say????
Today me and my father went together to take Najma from her friend's house and while we were in the road we didn't speak any thing. I said so? And dad said so? And NOBODY talk till I said: dad I was at home, so I don't have any thing to say but certainly you do? At that time dad said 10 word and then stop. And while we were in the road there were many helicopters above us. And after that there were a bout 6 tank cars in the road. So we stopped the car and waited with the other people who were there. And after some minutes "no long" they moved and so did we. We took Najma and came back home, that time Aya was going to her house so we said good bye to her. That's strange, we always saw Aya for example 5 hours and after that time when she went, we spent the time talking about her (what she did, what she said, what she ate, how she was). I asked my mother some day How we were living before Aya came to the life? and she said we were lived waiting Aya.

I am feeling greatful for you that you read my blog and as I read in one blog that I am writing in a strange way for you. well that's nice. I think if I find some one wite a blog in Arabic and he is not arabian and he couldn't write in understood way I will like to know him.
well, don't write an email telling me that my English is good because I know that :)

yours,
hnk Readers who are interested:
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