October 1st , 2005


I had conversation with someone the other day, and I decided to publish it.
We talked about violence in Iraq, and I want to share this conversation, along with some recently added thought from me, with all of you...

This person, X, said: I don't believe in violence, I think resistance people in Iraq are wrong, killing is wrong, I can't agree with them, war is wrong I agree, but I think that if resistance people just stop fighting and drop their weapons, then fighting will stop, and people will stop dying, I feel so sad for all Iraqis that are dying...

I had two options, shut up and have an ulcer, or reply, so for health reasons, I decided to talk, and I did, for nearly five hours.

I started with the *who started the war? Who is attacking and who is defending himself? Who is the invader? Who is the one that doesn't have the right to be here? Who's country Iraq is?* well, only in a very detailed way, and then moved to the * The occupation is killing more Iraqis everyday, the occupations is the reason of ALL the killing in the field, there are 60-70 operations against the occupation everyday and a minority of them hurt civilians by mistake and those ones the only attacks you ever hear about in your media, those who target innocent civilians in purpose are not from the resistance: those are terrorists and the only reason they existed, and the only reason they came to Iraq from all over the world is the occupation* well, in details too, and then we reached a part where X said:

I don't care, let the resistance just stop the fight, so many people are getting hurt.

I said: they won't and they shouldn't, and the war isn't their fault, and they didn't choose to make a war, they didn't travel thousands of miles to make a war, they are only defending: defending their countrymen and women, defending their lands, defending their homes, women and children, dignity and pride.
X said: this same pride that you are talking about, made Bush not admit his mistakes and not pull out of Iraq.

I paused...

* Ouch! That was mean! It's a blow under the belt, it doesn't even give you a point! *

and then I said:
Alright, let me put it this way, women might understand it better though:
If someone is trying to rape you, wouldn't you fight back? And then he tries and tries, and you fight and fight and fight, and he insists and you try to hurt him, even if a little to make him go away, you are bleeding, and he tries and hits you, over and over, to make you surrender, your nose is broken, you are screaming in pain, you push and kick, you cry for help, he beats you more and more and more, your tooth is broken, you hit him on the stomach as hard as you could, you see pain on his face, he tries to cover it and look strong, you cant see with your left eye, your throat hurts you because of the screaming, people pass by and do nothing, and you scream and fight with every drop of power, with every piece of strength, with everything, and anything, you realize your life is in danger, tears and blood are all over your face and parts of your body, your clothes are torn in many places..Every part of your body hurts....
and then someone on the window, right behind you, drinking ice tea, sitting on a comfortable chair, relaxing and watching the whole scene right from the beginning opens the window and says: hey, what's the matter of you? Why are you so violent? Let him do it honey! It's a lot of fun, enjoy it, and he will probably pay you good money too!

and you feel stabbed in the back, and his words hurt you so much, you wonder in shock: how is this my fault? How do I let him do it? What is wrong with you? Why aren't you helping me? Why isn't anyone helping me? How do I let him do it? What about my honor, pride and dignity? How am I gonna live and face myself everyday? How am I gonna face my children? How am I gonna face my grandchildren? How am I gonna face the history?

So simple, so tragic.
me*