The Arabic Trilogy of Peace and War
Contemplation and Intention
Olga came from beside the Volga River to request mister to come, and she said to him “do you want to drink red wine or vodka?”
He replied to her "our common factor is that in your home country there is red wine, but in my home country there is red blood, let me my dear drink the vodka until I become drunk, and my vision becomes impaired.”
Then Olga becomes frightened and she said in a panicked voice:” you are tribal Bedouin, were your people without blood?”
He replied her: “the price of the litre of red wine in her home country is more expensive than the litre of blood in the Happy Blind Land”.
Then, Olga replied:' may the great God honour and bless you without another meeting”.
From there, the comrades went in different directions, one of them is Olga, who went to areas behind the Volga’s river to plant, harvest and meditate on her nature.
But Abdul returned to his formal tribe to revenge himself and his folk from the others tribes, and to practice his enmity
.against his neighbours aiming for another life to acquire the honour and blessing in the highest heavens
The Customs and the Traditions
He flew to see the grandsons of Nikita Kharashchev to buy tanks, kalashnikovs
and mortars, and to pass in sleep over them, and also to put some of them on his
extended abdomen, or to threaten his neighbors and kill his brother Abdul- Raouff.
Are SIR eager and occupied with the kalashnikov in the home country of bombarding
and was being bombarded, the kidnappers and kidnapped.
In this country: hunting turtle dove which is glorifying and roaming,
you can not estimate the destiny or circumstances,
moreover, the nation, which is beating by the shoes and once again with sandals.
Do you SIR, still eagerly love them?, and you slaughter the hostage and eat sheep and goats?
Do you not have enough Biological Weapons, which warp the streets?
He replied concisely “ I am not convinced and not being preached,
I am still a member of Abdul-Raouffs' tribe, who has a curved abdomen,
I love Kalashnikov,
I will be either kidnapping or kidnapped,
I do believe in what Jarjooves believes,
and I am roaming around the kaaba in a camouflaging and deceiving state.
The Belle and the Military Monkeys' Rodents
Oh my lovers! The insomnia filled the eyeball, and in the mind your love, her love and the love of hungers.
Oh People! Do not pain? They said that the storages are full of weapons .
” I answered them “ the arrow of her eye was clear, and I am waiting for the morning when the sun shines and wakes them up from the roves and cemetery to stand up for their rights, and scream“ Is their any place among the monkeys?”
The rodents came from the storages after they dilapidated the weapons and ate all the food. They swelled and became fat and full of wounds.
But the specialist operated on them to make them beautiful like a dove, nicer than a belle and more handsome than any man. When the morning came the rodents laughed at their new form, and when the smile appeared in its' ratty and wounded teeth, and they started again with their usual activities without mercy and sorrow.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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