A new day has begun with the rising of the sun. Its rays have been consumed by the dark night’s spirit, causing this sterile circle to revolve around the people of Iraq, encircling their necks and suffocating their breath. In the old days, there was good land that yielded its fruits and bore fruits of every color and variety, on which birds grazed and ate the poppies and the fruits of trees. One day, evil people passed through, destroying the land and displacing those who lived on it. Birds would naturally flock to the land to drink its water and eat its seeds and fruits. The evil people became enraged by the behavior of birds and devised a scheme and perfected a trick in their wicked imagination, a notion that originated in hell. The plan is to set up scarecrows on behalf of the evil people in order to scare the birds away from the crops harvested by the evil people’s hands. After securing the crop, the evil people felt more at ease, so they withdrew and left the crop in the care of the obedient scarecrows, who would carry out the evil people’s role perfectly and completely. But they forgot or pretended to forget that scarecrows don’t plant or harvest, grow or change, move forward or backward, or do anything else. This isn’t their problem, but their concern is that they scoop the harvest into their pockets, fill their stomachs, and stock their cupboards. This is the tip of the iceberg of proverbs that were struck by the bitter reality of Iraq.
As Bernard Shaw once said, “Politics has nothing to do with morals.” Likewise, Nicholas Machiavel followed him, saying: “The truth, power is a series of ornate lies that come out in the clothing of those who utter them.” The evil of this dress is the dress of a cleric who is in the stench of politics, dripping from his fangs the blood of the wretched who gave him their throaty voice. In an interview with Muqtada al-Sadr, he said: “My father used to tell us that we should be diligent religious scholars and avoid politics.” Muqtada comments on the words of his father, the reference Al-Sadr, and says: my father did not say, “You guys, run for elections and enter Parliament but he suggested we study on the Hawza, but his followers disregarded his advice.” Because the boy (Muqtada) had not followed in his father’s footsteps and disobeyed his father’s wish, Muqtada gathered his followers and formed the Mahdi Army, an unstoppable force that killed Iraqis in the name of Imam Mahdi. After the play of the Mahdi Army ended, it was asked of Al-Sadr to enter politics. On the one hand, the Mahdi Army was the hen that laid the golden eggs (Asa’ib Militia, Brigade of the Alwaed Alhaqi, Ansar Al-Hussein…etc.) All these rotten eggs were harvested by al-Maliki after he beat the Mahdi army’s hen to hatch goblins (Shia Militia). The Goblins terrorized the people and muzzled their voices. Al-Muqtada’s clowning doesn’t really stop. In this interview, he criticizes and forbids people from getting involved in politics, even though he has been fighting since 2003, over the bodies of the Iraqi people, for seats and positions in the ministries and the parliament. The Sadrist movement’s ministerial balance reached seven ministries, and now their eyes are on the top of the political hierarchy as prime minister. From here, the game of dragging the rope started again with the traditional opponents, the spoilers of Iran (Al-Maliki, Al-Hakim, Al-Amiri, and Al-Khazal). The game of dragging the rope resumed with the traditional opponents, Iran’s spoilers (Al-Maliki, Al-Hakim, Al-Amiri, and Al-Khazal) on one hand. Al-Sadir, Al-Halbousi, and Al-Barzani, on the other hand. As a result, we see Al-Halbousi dancing to the beat of the Barzani drum. When Barzani drums and Al-Halbousi dances for Muqtada, Barzani becomes happy, and his lips hang and drool. Until, just as Barzani thought the bite had reached his throat, the Iranian militia struck the Kurdish drummer, causing him and the dancer (Al-Halbousi) to awaken from their drunkenness and begin drumming and cheering for Iran and its loyalists. Here the words of George Orwell apply to them when he says:” Politicians are like monkeys in the forest. If they quarrel, they spoil the crops; if they reconcile, they eat the crops.” But there is an important point: the Iraqi monkeys cannot reconcile because eating the crop would jeopardize the interests of the shepherd (Iran), who has a project to export the alleged Shiite revolution to Islamic countries. So, people continue to focus on their suspicions and wants, and Iraq remains the milking cow whose udder is cared for by the shepherd and other people who are constantly bred. After the push and pull, the Iranian loyalists danced with their rival Muqtada to the tunes of Iranian pop. The curtain was revealed, and the Iranian high order was issued to Muqtada to start the second page, after which Muqtada withdrew from the celebration in rage and resentment toward his supporters, whom he always described as ignorant, and then withdrew from the entire process after all of his deputies resigned. The observer in the video in which Al-Halbousi appeared to be signing the resignations was smiling because the matter was proceeding according to Tehran’s plan. Muqtada came back, licking his wounds from the terrible loss and laughing ecstatically from under his cloak as everything went according to the Iranian road map. Then Muqtada began his marathon movements in order to divert people’s attention away from rising up and revolting, leaving them alone in their drunkenness. And then freeze the Iraqi state’s financial budget, which is emulsified by Iran and licked by Muqtada, Al-Maliki, Khazali, Al-Ameri, Al-Halbousi, Al-Barzani, and the rest of the puppies barking at the convoy’s end. When a government is formed, the country’s treasury will be found empty because the money has been looted and spent without accountability or oversight. The predators destroyed Iraq and its citizens in this manner after glorifying, drumming, and dancing over the words (There is no guardian but Ali, and we want the ruler of Jaafari). So, the Jaafari ruler came to them and burned the green and dry and put three-quarters of Iraq below the line of poverty, ignorance, and disease. They are now biting their fingers with regret and crying blood over the past. Now, regret is of no use after a wolf entered the sheepfold and ate a white ewe, so the black sheep rejoiced, then ate a black ewe, and the white said, “a fair wolf, and the wolves in Iraq are still practicing their justice among the people until this moment.
My nation, how many idols did you glorify so that he did not carry the back of the idol?
The wolf is not to blame for his aggression if the shepherd is the enemy of the sheep.