You know this days when you wake up late worrying about nothing .. getting some food for breakfast … surfing the internet … killing some time by watching some sitcoms and then going out at night .
Well I am in holidays... so you can’t blame me for doing that almost everyday ..
But yesterday... while killing some time watching scrubs... I took a glimpse of what is going on on the T.V, my father was watching Al-Jazeera news channel (Classic), and it was the trial of Tarek Aziz .. You might not know him .. or you might have heard his name here of there, but for me I’ve never heard of him before or I might have but couldn’t recall it, anyways .. I asked my father who is that man, he told me he was the foreign affairs minister of Iraq during saddam’s regime.
If you seen him u will be full of pity and sympathy to him, you might argue with me over whether he deserve it or not, I won’t argue about that .. actually what stopped me is not that man at all, although he looked restless and he was in his pajamas it looked I don’t know how to express it.
What stopped me is Saddam himself, have you ever imagined that one day that relentless man would be standing in court helpless and humiliated.
That man was living in an ivory tower, he killed millions, he raided on other countries, he destroyed villages, etc… he had no mercy or whatsoever, I guess for a second he thought that he is untouchable and being armored but that strong army, no one will ever touch him.
But thousands of miles away, there was a man just as bad as Saddam, he also raided on other countries, killed millions of people, destroyed countries, etc…
Along with Afghanistan, Pakistan .. There was Iraq.. Bush raided on Iraq.. and unfortunately the strong army couldn’t protect Saddam from his fate, he was caught/arrested .. in his own country by his own people dragged to court by Iraqi soldiers and sentenced to death by Iraqi judges .. it is if it is like a nightmare except that it was beyond imagination that those ppl used to salute me in the streets … they told me that they could take away their lives to protect me, they used to bake a cake and put it in front of their homes at my birthday, and now they are the ones humiliating me, those are the people I used to stand before them with dignity and arrogance, I m now here shamefully humiliated in front of the whole world.
Well, I am sure that many of us can relate this to certain events happening everywhere but maybe different situations, this story is now part of the history, it’s just a story, it may even be a borriinnngggg story, but let’s just learn from it ..
