H O M E is where L O V E lives

correspondence between two friends in a cyberocean of words ... in a cyberether of inmaterial ways ...

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<nizjabour> wrote:

dear Claudia, thank you for writing to me … all you need to do , is to give me a call and I will wait for you at the station. see you soon (actually, I am ........) yours … Niz

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<morgana_nawelbuta@yahoo.com.au> wrote:

dear Niz

actually you are ... you will actually see me soon actually very soon ... i will bring my passport with me this time, my actual passport that is ... don't you worry i have sang a number of new happy birthdays and wrote this page for/about you: http://claudia.va.com.au/graham/pages/niz.html

hey i would like to tell you something
it seems it's going to rain
look at the sky look at the big gray clouds
electrical sky, gray sky
it seems it's going to rain
and the refugees are coming again
oh yes they are coming to stay
it is going to rain, it seems it's going to rain
it is going to rain, oh yes it's going to rain

this song is for you inspired in your blues

a big hug morgana nawelbuta from her digital ruka :)

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<nizjabour> wrote:

Dear baby,
go back to your country
but you have nowhere to go,
oh light is me ,black.
oh baby life is me,
now and it's black again baby,
let me dance, it's not me baby,
let me dance baby, life is we not me or baby,
life is love babbbbbbaaaby.
thank you for your poem about me as a refugee,
and I am the rain
"Nizar" is rain not the fuck-name niz.

I have many ideas to talk about
with you when we talk together again
all you need to do, is give me a call
and I will be with you
I don't know who sang it,
give a call, that is all you need to do,
and I will be there.

I know I will be somewhere around
if not dead.
all you need to do,
is to give me a hug and shake my hands,
but not to say" "mid-eastern",
dark-skin, refugee even you "drink beer?"
but don't lie to me when you said now, now ,now , now and now
you are as asylum-fuck but don't call me suspect asylum-seeker!

all you need to do is dance with me,
and show me how the blood dance in you silently,
when your land is invaded,
when your brother is accounted dead,
when you are politically wiped out,
culturally wiped out,
but spiritual as ever!

All you need to do is laugh with me
baby ever is always now.
just ring me baby.
and we will talk a lot
thank you
my name is Michael,
actually I am from Iraq ......

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<morgana_nawelbuta@yahoo.com.au> wrote:

dear baby you surely make me laugh!!! today is being a good day …

in any case you will see me baby ...
actually baby, my michael baby with or without passport ...
i will be driving my 'defected' car ...
to a country where barbed wire hasn't been invented
and it will never be invented because it is not a country
of fuck-heads
petrol-head
fucking dick-heads
actually happy birthday to all them ...
happy birthday fuck barbed wire

happy birthday fuck them

a big hug, morgana nawelbuta :)

i had a dream (*)

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<nizjabour> wrote:

dear C
how are you today? I hope you are well
i need your help because I have been asked ...

I hope to hear from you come and laugh with me

yours, Niz

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"Say I Am You"

Listen for the stream
that tells you one thing.

Die on this bank.
Begin in me
the way of rivers with the sea.

Rumi

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"The Drop That Became Sea"

Ask those who know,
what's this soul within the flesh?
Reality's own power.
What blood fills these veins?

Thought is an errand boy,
fear a mine of worries.
These sighs are love's clothing.
Who is the Khan on the throne?

Give thanks for its unity.
it created when nothing existed.
And since we are actually nothing,
what are all of Solomon's riches?

Ask Yunus and Taptuk
what the world means to them ...
The world won't last.
What are You? What am I?

Yunus Emre

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"niz.j" <nizjabour> wrote:

dear C
I have read those poems you sent me in Arabic when i was 16-23; it was a part of my module of study of sufism, for soul-understanding; i used to have many books, I left them at my home in Iraq.

thank you for reminding me about them, it is really nice to read them again.

How you feel today? (…) it would be so nice to finish soon because it is going to be over and we would be able to have good food for the soul and the mind.
thank you, always Niz.

there is spirit in everything and everything is spirit
i hope you are happy
i hope you are walking around
hands in hands
with a big smile
in your face ...
i'll be there when you need me
here or there
and everywhere :)

(*) i had a dream I was in a bus, I looked like someone who belongs to a rescue team; I was wearing something like a helmet … I was in Valdivia, the city where my parents met and lived … the bus was crossing the river from the mainland to La Teja, which is a small island where Valdivia has its Universities …

while crossing the river I noticed that there was at least five times the amount of water in the river that should have been and the water was brown, there was a LOT OF MUD dissolved in the water …

as soon as we were in the La Teja (Universities) I looked outside, to my left, through my window in the bus … there was ONE SINGLE MAN laying on his belly (stomach) over a small hill, the only place where there was not water, not much land was left at this stage… he was almost totally surrounded by the mud and he was very close to be engulfed by the muddy waters ...

i remember asking myself … is that man all right, he can't be? ... the man didn't look frantic ... very calmly he looked at the disaster around him ...

then I looked in the direction he was looking at and I saw some of the largest WAVES I have ever SEEN in my life or in my dreams, these waves were made of MUD … not clear water, JUST MUD …

there were two sets of waves, maybe 5 metres or higher in size, these waves were clashing with each other and where they clashed the final wave grew like a giant … HUGE WAVES MADE OF MUD … I knew that the man was alone in front of the disaster and had nothing to do but wait to see if the muddy water would get him in the end …

i was still in the bus and I felt very strongly that the trip in the bus had to do with the flood … I looked at myself so small and looked at the waves so powerful and enormous, I looked at the sky and ask the spirit for strength and to bring me back safe from the journey … i wish the man looking at the flood good luck ... i hoped for the best for all of us ...

i continued in the bus, the vision became foggy and this is the end of the dream …

promises are important ... TIGER WITCH ... i am the spirit ... i am spirit ... i am with the spirit ... the spirit operates spiritual deeds through me ... the spirit isn't easy ... the spirit is always fair ...

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Say "I" am "You"
Listen for the stream
that tells you one thing.

Die on this bank.
Begin in me
the way of rivers with the sea.

Rumi ....

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From time to time I wish something from my soul

I whisper to the spirit of all there is . . .

I am spiritually connected with the people in Iraq in deep and horrendous sorrow ...

I couldn't believe that once more the fate of the Iraqi people was sealed far away from home and for the most deceiving of all reasons …

I wished the spirit to allow me to understand more, to see more … I love the people of Iraq deep in my heart … suffered people …

people you and I know nothing or very little about … I wanted the spirit to show me …

then you came my friend … the best friend one could wish for …

you came and I thank the spirit for granting my wish to have a real friend from Iraq …

I love you Nizar, my friend …

i thank your mother and my great grand mother for the encounter ... thank you, we love you ... yous are always present in our hearts ... in our dreams ... in our daily lives ... thank you for your love ... thank you for your selfless hearts ...

and whom or where am i now? in another position of the IS ... my awareness will make me feel as if i had moved in space and in time, this is the illusion ... the greatest of all illusions for the spirit to reflect what is at the core of being ... there is no time ... it just IS ...

i am a refugee from chile ... i have lived most of my life running for my life ... i came to australia looking for refuge ... when i came refugees were treated well, today it is a very different matter ... my 15 year old son asked me one day: Please, don't say you are a refugee!

it became worse when the prime minister said on TV that the refugees were throwing their children overboard ... it wasn't true, too late ... it is already imprinted in peoples subjectivities ... the denial will come few days later but the first impression is what counts ... political propaganda, ideologically engineering advertising with a clear aim ... to turn the tie against refugees ... what annoys me really is that such a statement coming from a man from a country that has serious problems with child abuse and child molestation ... in Chile people used to say that it is easier to look at a straw stuck in someone else's eye than it is to look at the same straw stack in one's own eye!

if the prime minister was sincere about his concerns for the children, he would not let children to wither with depression in detention centres ... children are innocent victims in the machiavellian-/-goebbelian pacific solution policy and the other similar policies that alienate refugees who are escaping from the most dangerous place on Earth, the Middle East.

Where is the logic?

We, Australia as part of the coalition of the willing, bomb Iraq because Iraq has a bad government and the other problem we have is that this government of Iraq, has imminent weapons of mass destruction, we need to protect our way of life, our values and our christian principles.

the country is bombed twice and before that don't forget saddam was the proxy player for the US against Iran, so all in all so far, 3 wars ... people run away for refugee ... when they finally get here they are called names, such as suspected-asylum-seeker, suspect terrorist after the 2nd September 11! ...

For what other reason will people cross the ocean knowing that the odds are against making it across, than not looking for refuge?
For god's sake!

sometimes people regurgitate the sensational commentaries of the media without giving a second thought to their words ...

in few occasions i have to say to my friends excuse me i am a refugee ... they would say ... but you are not the same ... i think to myself not the same what do these people mean by not the same ... refugee equals to refugee ... there is not much where to go wrong there ... it was a very traumatic time ... i felt like running away ...

in a way i did, i went to Cuba to see by myself ... Cuba was the last place on Earth ... it is and it isn't ... it all depends ... if Cuba manages to break the over 4 decade blockade imposed by the US, Cuba will flourish and blossom ... Fidel said he was going to live over 100 years of age ... if he manages, the embargo will be over, and he might, provided he really relies upon his team of young people, take Cuba all the way into the 21st Century in Socialism ... we will see ...

i heard the government of Cuba operated saddam's son using some of its best surgeons, i can only say Cuba is desperate for oil ... or at least it was, maybe now it is really looking hard into alternative energy ... i can't believe Fidel or anybody in Cuba for that matter would agree with the things saddam did to his own people and to other people ... in chile people also used to say: Necessity sometimes has the face of heresy!

what can i say? ... it is on and on and on ... what else is there but to keep on going? life comes and life goes, in between we are ... hey baby would you like to come for a ride in my defected car?