I N T E R M I S S I O N



I am profoundly thankful to all the readers of Ishtarria, particularly to those who sent me their marvellous emails or who left comments on the pages of Ishtarria or in its guest book. My deep appreciation also goes to all the sites that have recently blogrolled or linked to Ishtarria.

Disappointing as it may be, particularly to those readers who have never ceased to express their encouraging eagerness for and anticipation of each instalment of my autobiography, I am afraid that a second intermission has become unavoidable.

I have reached depletion point and one look at my August's and September’s publishing dates would reveal how hard I have been struggling to meet publishing deadlines. This intermission, however, may last longer than the first one, as I will be away for three weeks. I will hopefully resume publishing sometime towards the end of October.


I finally leave you with the first post that I published on 12 Jan 2005 in didecation to:
My Fellow Iraqis, In These Grievous Days

Who endured horrendous calamities, like no other people in recent history, at the hands of a brutal megalomaniac.

May we all plant roses of love and pray in the hope they imbibe into their beautiful red colour all the immaculate Iraqi blood the dictator and his disciples shed dementedly and recklessly in every side and corner of the cradle of civilizations, so that they may render greenness over our blessed land, luminousness in our skies and sheer felicity in the innocent eyes of our children.

May we all forgive and forget, reject wrong and embrace right, and march together in one heart towards freedom and democracy, for the inception of a new Iraq, blessed abundantly with peace, love and prosperity - an eventuality no other nation would treasure and cherish as it would, after so many years of merciless subjugation and brutal oppression.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sorry to hear that you're taking an intermission--I had looked forward to reading your next posts (especially after the dramatic and scary last one!). I hope you replenish yourself well and get back posting again soon.

And I definitely agree with the commenters on the previous post that you really *must* think about publishing this in book form.

Looking forward to hearing from you again!
10/05/2005 10:21 PM
~Nancy~ said…
we will miss your post Liana...come back to us as soon as you can:)
10/11/2005 7:39 AM
~Nancy~ said…
hey Liana,
I've tagged you...see my blog for more information:)
10/25/2005 9:29 AM
Anonymous said…
Man there is alot of comment spam I have noticed. Is there any way to remove it from the blogs?
10/25/2005 4:07 PM
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