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November 13, 2004

Dust in the Wind

Greyhawk

We'll get to the heavy stuff shortly, but let's start with everyone's small talk starting point: the weather. Today might be the finest I've seen in my time here. The sky is clear and the temperature is mild and there's no dust or sand or smoke or other pollutants in the air. Perhaps a lower level of human activity on the eve of Eid-al-Fitr has contributed to such a day. Whatever the cause there's something different about objects on the horizon today; they have color. The norm is for a washed out grey aspect, as some amount of haze or dust seems to be ever present here. I spoke recently with a local who told me that this phenomenon, this oppressive blur has been here since the '91 war; prior to that the visibility was fine and the air was cleaner.

Could that be true? I think the man's memory is of a world better than it really was; certainly that's a human trait we all share, but far be it from me to say he's mistaken. (Though climatological records indicate he is.)

Color pictures often don't look like color pictures here, and even in the best focus, this land is blurry. Here, look at the distant buildings in this shot and you'll see what I mean:

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Of course, if you look at the big structure in the foreground it's a bit more clear. That's one of Saddam's many glorious projects, funded with money from Oil-For-Food or any number of other fundraisers he ran with his rather elite group of avid supporters from around the world.

Given the number of structures in the background, how many starving people do you suppose are in this picture?

The answer is none - it was taken after the war.

Here in Mudville, earlier this week:

That said, the past weekend was an ugly one, as insurgents launched rather feeble yet deadly attacks outside Fallujah, ostensibly to draw off the impending assault. These accomplished nothing of any tactical military value but did give sympathetic reporters the ability to publish sentiments similar to this:

"Widespread lethal attacks prove that even as coalition forces mass for the inevitable battle in Fallujah, control of the broader situation remains elusive for the Americans and their allies".

The attacks have no other purpose save to provide those lines to the media, without whose support the insurgency in Iraq would fall.

Que the LA Times; here's their big story yesterday:

Iraqi insurgents have extended their reach over large swaths of the country, including sections of the capital, making it unlikely that the United States can establish the stability needed for credible elections in January even if its forces succeed in Fallouja, military and political analysts say.

Their experts are in London, by the way.

The situation is not pretty, but is also not unexpected. What's not reported is that much of the dramatic increase in violence began on Laylat al-Qadr, the night of power, the anniversary of the night in which the Quran was first told to Mohammed. Tragically and traditionally an upsurge in violence occurs, and with or without Fallujah the events would have played out very much the same.

But given the option of facing US Marines and Soldiers and their Iraqi allies or crawling away to other locations, the insurgents chose to spread death to innocents elsewhere.

Star from Mosul is a blog by a teen age girl in Mosul:

The morning came, I was sleeping at my room upstairs, and a war of bullets started... I decided to move myself down when it started to be a heavy fighting and there were also explosions and mom was shouting at me to get down... It was 10AM. My oldest sister was ready to go, but she can't go in such situation so she decided to wait till it clams down.

My brother-in-law was supposed to come before the Eid. We didn't know when exactly, because the hospital's phone is broken... My oldest sister (Let's call her S now) was so worried that he'll come and get stuck in the other side of the city because of the curfew, so she tried to call him on a friend's mobile, it wasn't working but it did at about 11AM, she told her to tell him not to come because the situation is too bad and he won't make it till here.. The friend told her that he already started his way to Mosul an hour ago. Here S started to worry too much!! Till about 11:30, her sister-in -law called and told her to call her husband on the mobile because she's Trying to and failing... She said also that her father-in-law got shot in his leg while trying to get back from the clinic, and he's in the hospital and that her husband should go with him since nobody in the neighborhood can move his head out of the door! The war was horribly improving.

S called her brother-in-law, and he told her that he is in the hospital and that his father has DIED...

I can't describe how I felt, I was crying and shaking and the tears wouldn't go out... I just held Aya who's just lost a grandpa and made sure she won't cry and make things worse. S was terribly SAD, confused, and WORRIED about everything. Mostly about her husband who's in his way to a big surprise and about her sister-in-law who's alone at home in the middle of the war, pregnant in her 9th month..

For 4 hours and a half, we were stuck at home, making sure dad won't get out of the house in this war, trying to clam Aya who was frightened after a loud explosion... Those were one of the most horrible moments in my life. People calling asking if what they've heard about S's father-in-law was true, my sister crying and worried (I've never seen her like that), 3 cars burning in the street, and then S's brother-in-law called and asked about the place where they keep the cotton (They brought his father home, and they're trying to wash him like the Muslims do to their dead before burying them), there were no enough cotton and they can't go out to buy some.

I talked a lot till now so I'll try to shorten things. At 3PM, things calmed down... Dad drove S to her house, and there they were ready to get the body and burry it. Dad went with them since he was his friend, and came back after we've had futoor.

Till 5:30, my brother-in-law finally arrived! Thank God. He was stuck for 1:30 minutes with his luggage on the other side of the bridge, and he came on foot from the bridge to his house, eager to see his little daughter after a month of absence... And here he comes, to find his dad dead and buried!

Nobody knows who shoot him, but everybody knows that he's now in Heaven. He died in the night of power, fasting, and shaheed. At least he's seen his first grandchild who'll carry his name (Aya)... His son said that this was the death that he's always dreamt of.

I had two eye doctors. Both are dead now!! Imagine! Both are killed now! This one was so kind and he was shy from me more that I was from him. Both men are great in everything and have the best manners and I'm not exaggerating.

Okay, it was a long day that I slept at 10 o'clock and I was so tired. I woke up at 2:30AM (The mosque was calling at that time, telling us to be careful and to guard the neighborhood because a bad group of robbers and destroyers has entered the city somehow!!) and started praying and reading Quran till 5:15AM. It's the night of power, we should pray a lot...

You'll be heading her way shortly to leave a comment, I'm sure.

Also in Mosul is Colby Buzzell, the American soldier whose blog My War has unfortunately not been updated since September. His top post is a letter from his Battalion Commander, and it's a fitting read today:

I believe that we are making progress in Iraq and in Afghanistan. Despite the ravings of pundits and uninformed ambulance chasers, this fight doesn't' hinge on oil or payback. It isn't about religion or race. And it damn sure is not about any innate desire to rule the world. These people will succeed or fail on their own merits. The task is daunting. You can release a person from bondage. You can remove a tyrant from power. You can create the conditions for liberty. But, you cannot simply grant or proclaim freedom. Freedom without honest action is a whisper in a storm just as change without vision and purpose is the illusion of progress. For ages these people were literally beaten to the point of submission by oppression, censure, murder, torture, and rape - regardless of age or gender. I have asked myself why they let it happen. The only answer I can fathom is that evil flourished because good people refused to pay the price required to oppose it.

And if you're wondering just who are those 'good people' referenced above I highly recommend you (as I did) take a good long look in a mirror, a serious gut check, and read on.

This enemy has twisted and distorted things both sacred and profane to guideas well as justify its means and its stated end. Nothing is beyond the realm of the possible when it comes to the depths to which it will sink, the horror it is willing to commit, or the suffering it is willing to inflict. This enemy has no concept of mercy nor does it recognize combatants. Innocence is not a factor. You need only look at the headlines of the day to confirm that children, teachers, and doctors are murdered everyday by these villains. What makes them evil? I submit that it is not the act that earns them the epithet of evil - it is the intent to commit and the pride theydraw from the act. These animals revel in the post act announcements that they are responsible. They feel vindicated by the proclamations that they perpetrated these horrors in the name of God and that having committed the seacts some how elevates them. Make no mistake, this enemy is formidable but by no means invincible. To defeat this cancer requires the one thing that civilized people all over the world possess in absolute abundance - The will. The will to be free can only be surrendered by the person that has it - it cannot be murdered, raped, tortured, or stolen. It's not about being a martyr or a saint, it's about being a decent human being. And, the unvarnished truth is that the killing and the horror will continue until those with the will to endure prevail.

His is the most brilliant analysis I've seen, capturing a lot of issues that swirl about this blurry world as elusive to many as dust devils in the sand. Read it all, and read it again tomorrow. I know I will.

But tonight, if you have the courage, leave words for this amazing young lady, in comments on her website.

Or a prayer for a peaceful Eid.

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