Lost and Found
Since ages I received nothing from my New Yorker beautiful friend "P". I have nothing to tell her.. What a great gap between Baghdad and New York.. How could I make her to imagine the Iraqi situation which is beyond imagination? I miss her always; yet have nothing to do…In her turn; she could do nothing. She participated in the demos refusing the war, the invasion and the aftermath occupation. She is participating in every single occasion asking the Administration to pull out the American forces. She knows that I lost hundreds of dreams to give the Americans and her SAFER WORLD.
To loss dreams… to loss friends… to feel alone… How could I make the Americans, of course not my friends P and the others, to feel these losses while they are living the American style of life; the consuming style of life… they are working the day to pay their debts. The debts are increasing. They have nights without dreams but nightmares of bankruptcy. How could I explain why my beloved friend P sent me the following song:
Lost and Found
by Patty Larkin
Hey, I'd like to apologize for the world
Being what it is
And hey
I'd like to shield your sorrow
Hey, you know it took imagination
For you to survive
And maybe
Make it to tomorrow
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you
Take my outstretched hand in yours
And I'll take all the hours
Till dawn's outside your window
Hey, don't waste another moment
Alone in here
Waiting
Shivering when the wind blows
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you
No one can save you
From trials and demons
Nobody knows what you see
You can't walk on water
No matter what you believe in
But you can walk with me
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you now
Who loves you now
Who loves me; the Iraqi woman who barely remembers her name and nothing else she had or did before the occupation?
WHO LOVES ME: WHO LOVES IRAQ?
To loss dreams… to loss friends… to feel alone… How could I make the Americans, of course not my friends P and the others, to feel these losses while they are living the American style of life; the consuming style of life… they are working the day to pay their debts. The debts are increasing. They have nights without dreams but nightmares of bankruptcy. How could I explain why my beloved friend P sent me the following song:
Lost and Found
by Patty Larkin
Hey, I'd like to apologize for the world
Being what it is
And hey
I'd like to shield your sorrow
Hey, you know it took imagination
For you to survive
And maybe
Make it to tomorrow
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you
Take my outstretched hand in yours
And I'll take all the hours
Till dawn's outside your window
Hey, don't waste another moment
Alone in here
Waiting
Shivering when the wind blows
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you
No one can save you
From trials and demons
Nobody knows what you see
You can't walk on water
No matter what you believe in
But you can walk with me
When all of your dreams come crashing down
And you stand at the door of the lost and found
Who loves you now
Who loves you now
Who loves you now
Who loves me; the Iraqi woman who barely remembers her name and nothing else she had or did before the occupation?
WHO LOVES ME: WHO LOVES IRAQ?
posted by the woman i was at 1:56 AM
1 Comments:
I do. I love you.
Your words are enough to bring a tear to my eye- and thus I feel you.
And if I can feel you, then I fear for you.
And you only fear for the ones you love.
The Iraqi's have a tool that no one else has ever had- My support. Though I am thousands of Kilometre's away, this is your advantage. I am the one who will show Australian's how you feel- and I have been since the day I discovered Iraqi Blogs.
You must understand there are tens of thousands maybe hundreds of thousands or even millions who read Iraqi' blogs- yours will be popular soon.
and we come to love you.
we learn to love you as friends.
I have many iraqi friends now, and I cry for them at times.... I have made differences in their lives- providing other-wise unavailable medicine to one such girl..
read my blog and you will see...
the future is not safe, but atleast you have me.
Love + Prayers
[olivebranch]
http://olivebranchoptimism.blogspot.com/
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