Pen…Bullet…Rape…
“Death is the final wake-up call” Douglas Horton
Hezbollah assassinates writers;ISIS rapes minors and Police States withhold pens… I affirm that this article won’t see the light in any Arabic newspaper… only outside the fences…The lines are disabled between us and the free world… and expressing is blasphemy equals degrading God publicly …The pen must be in pencil! So the monitor can erase or cross what’s written… to the reader who’s outside the Arab galaxy, there is one condition for you to write in the Arab press , to write in pencil… either it’s swept by the eraser or a bullet… what’s the difference between the pencil and the bullet…?
Question: did Lokman Slim write with pencil then was assassinated by a bullet…? And did Samir Kassir write with a pen… because he was assassinated with an explosive car…? And there are assassinations that don’t require bullets and explosive cars, through starvation, detention, and withholding or disposing of your pen… without your pen you are, murdered.
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The Arabic freedom model, which is not expected to change in time, unless a non-divine coup throws it into the fabricated history dump, and what remains from the naïve inheritance… Lokman Slim was assassinated… being a guest on news networks couldn’t protect him, speaking the truth of what his country has become … he never cared about the killing machine,the precedents are countless, he was fearless, despite the threats, his face, his voice, his words, and his letters were vocalized through the screens, papers, and squares … yet he was not silenced even after shooting the bullets… hundreds of Lokman came out, such as hundreds of Samir and Gebran Tueni have emerged … bullets won’t silence us, it’s a journalist’s testimony in a time of assassination.
Until when the silence? The investigation file is closed?
Freedom… and forms of assassination…
Solitude is not pride, golden pens in the sultan’s court, and bullets with premeditation in Lokman’s head … there are three faces to kill in an ideological arabic time … a plot of a three chapters novel…
First chapter: a young Yazidi girl “Ashwaq Haji Hamid” five thousands year of her birth, in a sacred land in Sinjar… she fled to Germany the free land where she ran into her rapist who is a refugee!! He stalked her again… and she fled again to her main sacred land… in Erbil she faced her rapist, she did not just require a revenge for herself but for every young Yazidi girl “flowers age” who’s been tortured and beaten… their only sin is not being Muslim… Islam became a passport to survive. ..
Second Chapter every evening his face will look at you on al-Arabiya , Al- Hadath, and MTV Lebanon …suddenly stillness prevails, he’s not on the screens, darkness, silence and some memories of his cellphone in the bushes… the investigation started… the investigation is ongoing… the file is closed…
Third Chapter: broken keyboard, broken pencil… yellow press stopped publishing… you’re a pen in a country that doesn’t pull the trigger on the writer but forces him to stop writing… what is the difference…?
The Three faces of this novel:
This novel builds up with an Arab yarn pens… bullets and rape… in a world that suffers from a moral rash, so freedom doesn’t exist, the misleading culture prevails and without anyone acting on it…the decades stretch backward and forward and no investigation is ever mentioned…
News: “in the early morning hours of the 3rd of August 2014, terrorist organization members attacked the area. The Islamic State considers Yazidis infidels and devil worshipers. After the attack they separated men from everyone else and twelve years old girls from adult women, seven thousands women and children were kidnaped. And over ten thousand Yazidis have been slaughtered and buried in mass graveyards”
Note:“most of Yazides occupy the Iraqi northern areas and their population is three hundred thousand. A number of them don’t trust going back to the land that caused all their misery “ Senjar’s mountains”.
Three faces of freedom can’t find a sky… whether an opinion article that got away from the siege circle, to meet the outer space and later paying the price, the same price those before you paid it and now they are gone!!! You insisted on being part of this novel , endure the consequences.
News and Opinion article?!
Building Ashwaq Haji Hamid’s character, the novel itself is harder than reality, and deeper than fantasy:
She hears a voice from the darkness well, calling her name, where? In a street in Germany… land of dreams. There is no escape even on another galaxy,” Abu-Hamam is running after me”, “can’t escape the nightmare, how small this world is when you run into the murderer / rapist in the free world… there is no place for freedom, is it possible?” said Ashwaq Haji Hamid… the Yazidi girl who was raped at fourteen by Mohammad Rashid sahib Abu-Hamam one of ISIS front leaders in north Iraq…
“I left my family and country and became a foreigner in Germany to forget the pain and the violence that I faced. The last thing I thought of is meeting my capturer from the Islamic state and to find that he is aware of all my details”
The same novel, rebuilds its own events with dramatic build-up , so the character itself builds its own terrain through a Yazidi girl whose been raped and violated, while hoping for a new life, then picture her running into her rapist… a shock for Ashwaq Haji Hamid while searching for freedom’s paradise” : if you never walked this lane you’ll never know how it feels… it strikes your heart… when a young girl who was raped by the Islamic state fighters, then you can’t begin to imagine how it will be when the girl meets her rapist”.
It becomes a living story to the reader… portraying a character in a novel either you write it or it writes you, the novel is bloody and it owns you, it challenges you to express it with a pen… because we are living in the bullets time and detaining pens, and “publication’s law”…just write the news no opinion allowed. Opinion articles are disallowed unless you have a free-pass from a gun or controller… our Arabic galaxy can’t handle the freedom… it’s still early… the Arabic decision: write the news not an opinion column …
The circle widens to include not getting near the godly party, or your phone will end-up in the bushes away from your still body… Lokman Slim is an example… sometimes you think of yourself as a writer, but when you meet Lokman Slim it becomes a different thing, you find losing control over the events, afraid and unworthy of the pen, do you have to die to become a writer? When you face the godly party’s killing machine and when the state fails to confront it and the whole world stands quiet… Then you have voluntarily chosen to commit suicide, there is one condition to write in this era “death” …
Freedom escapes you and moves on its own, ascending to the peak, is it worth it to win the prize after your assassination? It’s your choice Lokman… the freedom that was ruined by the police state writers and the main party, and the religion’s heritage… you must revive the freedom but you have to handle the consequences. Or you will find yourself driven to your assassination or banned or raped…
At this time don’t be different, if your religion is not Islam… Yazidi as an example you will be on a death list, if you’re a beautiful non-Muslim young girl then it’s HALAL to rape her…
If you tweet against the flock, your place is not in this life… how hard it is to be a beautiful young Yazidi girl within the Islamic state territory / how hard it is to be an opinion columnist in a country that is governed by god’s militia… and religious pack, loyalist, salafi , member of Muslim brotherhood, governmental… monarchical or republican all the same? There is only one meaning Arabic-Islamic …
All the events are driven by your pen, and its freedom depends on what you’re writing, the writer can control the pen but you better let it bleed until you create the difference in the world, without freedom there’s no different between you and the electric meter reader! You may write and you express, but if you don’t lose the control with the pen then forget that you write… you’re not god to control the letters and words, you’re an artist who creates a spotless world, you write a realistic novel that pulses with its unpredicted paths, you change things around you by creating a beautiful world, the opposite world of Abu-Hamam who raped the YAzidi girl Ashwaq Haji Hamid… because simply god gave up on her and she wasn’t born Muslim … freedom writes you and not you who writes it .
The writer is a hostage to the death and detention and withholding just because he flew against the flock…
The one who believes in expressing with his pen, is confronted with a silencer, and other times with explosives, what between you and the other is a pen and a gun, and a different way to assassinate you is to forbid you from expressing… cutting your income, deprive you from your job, restrain your freedom, isolate you and force a siege on you,depriving the air from your surroundings… what’s the different between a bullet in your head and a black list… (It reminds me of McCarthyism) they used to metaphorically execute writers by depriving them from their jobs…. Until they starve and surrender…
One who can’t find food will lose faith, there is no difference between a Christian, Muslim , Jewish and atheist… anybody who can’t find food , will rebel against not just the systems but on their faith too, and the perfect example is what’s happening in Iran, Iraq and Lebanon… millions of sunnis and Shiites in Iraq , Iran and Lebanon who rebelled against their religious and political leaders… breaching the religious and political taboo, they went out in the streets because starved… hunger has no religion and that’s what both religious and the political middle eastern leaders won’t understand …
However, longing for freedom… is rewarded with a Gun or detention or starvation …
To write about Ashwaq Haji Hamidand not fearing ISIS, and lament Lokman Slim and not fearing the devil’s party, and violating the forbidden issues without a testament from the dictator… then you gained freedom, but what’s the price?
Last but not least, most of the time during the events in the novel and when the characters overflow their feelings, as a writer all you can do either kill or revive the characters, often the characters decide to live or to commit suicide or to disappear… but sometimes with the help of the writer, and in the end the character has one fate.., either a bullet or a rape!
And The show still goes on …
