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To You, I Confess, If You’re In This World Still, And To Your Soul, If….... Despite all your desperate effort to suppress the little recalcitrant child of love quivering inside you, I witnessed it, still, growing bigger and bigger, almost blasting your heart, disclosing by the minute your first genuine experience of pain and pleasure with this peculiar being called chaste love. Madly and frantically you were yearning to hear it … your beautiful hazel eyes were over and over again beseeching and begging for it … helplessly exposing that burning agonizing passion you strived hard to conceal; nevertheless , you failed and your failure was outrageous. Willing you were to give up your life for the sake of hearing back that thrilling utterance, yet I did not say it … not for loving you less. Madly in love, I confess, I was, but my love was unlike any you had ever known or experienced before. I loved you in my way … loved you with my rules and my regulations … introduced you to my world … ...

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.