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B a Gh daaad.

Pay close attention to this, Karrada is the heart of Baghdad. It’s Sydney’s George Street, New York’s Time Square, Paris’ Champs Elysees, and it goes on and on.

An explosion at this time of year is similar to a festive holiday, whereby working hours are done, and people are out findings reasons to relax and celebrate, therefore; an event as such is a pure tragedy.

Who was killed? Someone like you and I out celebrating with their friends, catching up over a smoke and playing domino. It could have perhaps been a family out having a meal, or someone walking past just to pass their summer’s night.

Mothers have now lost their children, and some father’s their sons and daughters, and children their parents and it’s never ending.

It’s unjust, do pray.

What I know of the city has no relation to today, and there is no better way to say this than the way he describes this …


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My little one is getting married

Where to begin . . .

We grew up like soldiers, fought wars with giggles and tales back home in Baghdad, Iraq.
It took one cheeky look to know that Hind was up to no good.
She’d run, fall and I was always to blame – how?
Strategic, intelligent, brilliant, composed and funny.

It was Noor & Hind, Hind & Noor, Noor & Hind, Hind & Noor.
We took night shifts watching the insect on the wall- true story.
“You sleep from “9 pm – 1 am” and then I’ll wake you and you do the “1 am -5 am” – we had it planned.
When visited dentists, I had to go first? – WHY
Hairdressers, “Noor, you go first, you are older than me”, then it would be a horrible hair cut and she’d change her mind, looks at mum and say “Mum, I don’t think I want one anymore”.
Gift time, “Noor, let Hind pick, she’s younger”.

Then we grew up, and well, things changed.
Hind became my father, my teacher, my ruler – funny.
So righteous, even my parents began to seek advice.
Now despite all of the above, Hind will forever be my..
Love, home, safety, reality, Ying, comfort, and Clyde.

At best of times we shared love for Kathem Al Saher – سيدة عمري الفاضلة
Love for travel – we share Rome as a retirement destination.
In Spain we partied.
In Turkey we were allied.
In Greece we adopted Tropicana at our hotel room.
In Croatia we shut down the lights of the city.
Then we took on other parts of the world, she’s my map.


It’s not always so glamorous though.
Sir Hilter, we’ve beaten your wars,  trending up to WWXCIX with domestics and exchange of lyrical words over shoes, clothes and bags- typical.
She’s A, I’m Z but together it’s always A & B.

As Mr Legend says, it’s the end of the beginning – touchy subject.
But with her smile.
Even when I lose I’m winning.

Now Dear Hind, it’s this moment we share, let’s go head to head with the favourite man, and the favourite song.

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My Favourite Metaphor

One of the greatest metaphors in music, every written, ever sung. To understand the meaning of this song, one must appreciate the language to begin with, but also must have lived, seen, and known this ‘Woman’ at her peak. Who she is today is not who she was. You see broken tears, sadness, chaos and destruction.


I knew her when she stood ground, shook a nation, she was the centre of attention, powerful and so damn beautiful. She holds memories, experiences, and till this day she draws me to the most grand connection that’s I’ve ever had.

Play. Pause. Translate. Play. Pause. Repeat..
Play. Pause. Translate. Play. Pause. Repeat..
Play. Pause. Translate. Play. Pause. Repeat..

كثر الحديث عن التي اهواها ، كثر الحديث من التي اهواها
There’s more talk about the one that I want

ما عمرها ؟ ما اسمها ؟ ماسرها ؟ ماشكلها ؟ بيضاء ام سمراء ؟؟ عيناك احلى انتي ام عيناها ؟
What’s her age? What’s her name? What’s secret? What does she look like ? White or tanned? Eyes are prettier you pretty eyes.

جل الذي اخشاه ان تتاثري ، فتماسكي وتهاياي وتحضري
Something Something, Hold on and get ready

فلغيره النسوان فلغيره النسوان فلغيره النسوان فعل الخنجر
Oh women are jealous, they are jealous, their jealousy feels like the stabbing of a sword

هي اجمل من كل جميله احلى منك واحلى مني ، هي ارشق من كل رشيقه ، هي اقرب من قلبي عني
She’s prettier than the prettiest girl, better looking than you and I, she’s slimmer than any body, she’s closer than my heart is to me

يااجمل من شعر كريم او كاظم في اروع لحن
She’s prettier than Kareem’s hair, or Kathem in his best tunes

قالوا انك تسهر معها ؟طبعا طبعا
They said you spend your nights with her? Of course, of course

قالوا انك تسكن معها ؟طبعا طبعا
They said you live with her? Of course, of course

عيناها بيتي وسريري ووساده راسي اضلعها ، تمحو كل هموم حياتي لو مس جبينياصبعها
Her eyes are my home, my bed, and my pillow. She wipes away my life worries when her fingers touch my head

ضميني يااحلى امراه لوصمتت قلبي يسمعها ضميني يااحلى امراه لوصمتت قلبي يسمعه
Protect me you prettiest lady, even when she’s quiet my heart hears her


Speaks: God has never created anyone like you in this entire world..


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