I published the first of my three books on the 15th anniversary of the invasion of Iraq. The book came full of war horrors and sadness. Three friends told me that they were tearful with many pages of the book, but a fourth reader alerted me to the fact that there are hopes too through the persistence of little stories in the book.
According to the preface of the book written by Anthony Grimes, the Nebuchadnezzar book encompasses a broad range of love. Not only romantic love but filial love, love of country, platonic love between friends. And in the spirit of classic love stories, many are tempered by the harsh realities of tragedy. What shines most in the book is the love for the culture of Mesopotamia. The stories showcase an introduction to the complexity of the interpersonal dynamics of relationships set amidst the backdrop of political intrigue, geography, and archaeology, from ancient settlements to modern Iraq. The hope was expressed in coping with Mesopotamians with the harsh realities of love and life. Even though most of the heroes of the stories are killed, but their lives were full of hope, whereas death is only the ultimate closure.
Beside love stories, the book presents vital issues such as Sectarianism, Islamophobia, Heresy, Regret, dreams and even comedy in its last chapter.
However, the main stories are diving in the Mesopotamia great times of Sargon the Great, Hammurabi and Nebuchadnezzar. The book transit gradually through the stories to the pre-Islamic Arabs who inherited the great Kings. Through its sliding on time, the book passes over the once Ottoman Superpower. You may view the stories of the book as the ceremonies for a pilgrimage to the roots as expressed in the following three poems.
THE CEREMONY- I
In Babylon or Kildanian scribes
There the glory of comfy tribes
Dreams reduced by dotted flowers
arising from the fountain towers
In the flute of the last symphony
Overnight with pastors ceremony
She had blue blood under her lips
With her passion and inhaling rips
In the world of history comedian
Was she Assyrian or an Akkadian?
She was walking all over the earth
Flying serenely off her cut breath
Golden fear in a jar from a temple
Sent by angles bypassing a jungle
To the Mesopotamian sleepy land
meadows in the heart and mind
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THE CEREMONY- 2
Exhausted justice in broken days
prospect and hope in several ways
With an obsessed dance and beg
I arched my wings and one leg
In crazy dreams of mental illness
Where the trust and selfishness?
All in a goblet of splendor core
The beauty we were looking for
How Ceremony could neglects
Her capacity to swiftly rejects
Here is the flood from the past
Immersing now and forecast
Hanging garden, a drowsy wisdom
It was an orb of a magic kingdom
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PILGRIMS OF THE ROOTS
Eagles flew over the silver orbit
Shedding feathers over the wit
Seized the dawn shined in auto
Over the fields flashed in Photo
As the pilgrim of the roots for all
Let us start the waltz of the soul
Steal trees and action in course
Juggle a rose and a leaf of yours
No awakening no sleep on site
He is a blade tired from a fight
He is a Sword tore from love
In the ancient past or above
Save the root of a sinking boat
The King woke up only to quote:
The past Reincarnate, recreate
Here and there, it is only a fate
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