What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet, you and I, we are not at peace; we are not even at truce.
The smell of death in no less strong in the car that drives us back. At Al-Sadriya the scale of the destruction is clear. The crater is five metres in diameter and almost two metres deep. Wherever you step there is blood blackening and thickened on the ground. Shops and homes alike are destroyed and work goes on to take out those buried in the rubble of their homes.
The police and their American masters do nothing.
What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet, you and I, we are not at peace; we are not even at truce.
I found my father that night outside the morgue. He had been lightly wounded, his clothes were soaked in dried blood, and he was praying over the body of our friend and colleague Abbas.
I, my brother, and Abu Hussein and his sons, have bought him a new telephone.
We think the price is worth it.
The only thing these sand niggers understand is force and I’m about to introduce them to it.
Birthpangs of a new Middle East.
Well is it a child or is it a monster?
What will we talk about today, you and I? I do not want to talk about last Saturday. Shall we talk about peace? I would like to talk about peace. I love the word. No, perhaps we are not ready to talk of peace yet, you and I, we are not at peace; we are not even at truce.
The only thing a predator understands is force.
We have nothing to talk about you and I.
Epilogue:
On March 6, 2007 Mohammed’s father was killed in Al Hillah, Iraq on his way to Karbala to celebrate the holiday of Arbaeen. His mother died of her wounds the following day. They were preceded in death by their son Hussayn Ibn Laith. Hussayn was killed a few days earlier as he ran, with his team, to the scene of a bombing. It was a cascade attack, the second bomb timed to kill the rescuers. He was 17 years old.
What follows is his posting in the days after those tragic event.
As of press time his most recent posting to Gorillasguides.com was July 24, 2007.
Let us understand one another, you and I
O God! Pardon our living and our dead, the present and the absent, the young and the old, the males and the females.
I am a Muslim. I am Iraki.
Do not come to me talking of your feelings. Do not come to me asking for forgiveness. Who do you think you are?
I will not ever forgive or forget what your country has done to us. I will not ever forget or forgive what your country has done to my family, my city, my country, my people.
Never.
My grandchildren’s, grandchildren, will teach their grandchildren to hate America for what she has done to us. Never ever ever will I, or they, forget or forgive what your barbaric country has done to us.
Never.
Mohammed Ibn Laith