Scientists, Feeling Under Siege brings back memories to Iraq Scientific Research Programmes which almost vanished as a result of ‘Iraq liberation’ reducing a country which in the 70s eliminated literacy (and then a leading ‘developed’ state in the MENA region); to nothing but a pit of corruption.
Since, many scientist has either been chased, killed or left the country. While, Iraqi youths either no longer afford to go to school or suffering from a crumbling education system. This is a country which used to offer free education and donate school books to neighbouring countries!
Invasion or Liberation? I ask, that leads to the murder of Iraqi expertise and the burning of its own scientific research archive !?
History repeats itself, as during the destruction of Baghdad by the Mongols, the books from Baghdad’s libraries were thrown into the Tigris River in such quantities that the river ran black with the ink from the books.
As you google for information about the Iraq Scientific Research Centre you don’t find much information about what once was a leading research compound in the Middle East .
Scholars at an Abbasid library in Baghdad – Maqamat Al Hariri illustration by Yahya Al-Wasiti
My Grand Father and World War I – a journey back into history
My grandfather was the manager of the Ottoman Empire telegram office in Al-Amara Iraq when the British army marched through Iraq in 1914.
They (I am told) refused to surrender and he was captured as a prisoner of war then transferred to India for 5 years. When he was released back to Iraq, he was unwell and didn’t live for very long. Continue reading
Is the deliberate association of Sunni Arabs to ISIL is part of a plan to gain support for displacing Iraqis ? The dominating forces in Iraq are executing a plan for demographic change
Let’s remember that Iraq under the tyrant Sadam was a secular country where no extremists religious terrorist organisation existed …
Sectarian Tensions flare in Baghdad as some Sunni Arab families forced from Neighborhoods
No victorious but GOD, Andalusian tile
This photo reminded me of those lovely trips we used to make in the spring from Baghdad to that land between the two rivers south of Mosul. I can picture the lovely flowers as in monet’s poppies. My Grand Father used to meet his team of shepherds who cared for his sheep. They used to follow the rain between Syria and Iraq. He had a large Bedouin tent, smoked Hubble-bubble and wear a hand made coat made from sheep skin. At dawn you hear the lambs calling their mums after the Bedouin milk them. We had a breakfast of a lovely fresh yogurt with a choice honey and date syrup.
A vivid memory
What still vivid in my memory is how people scattered around the many many tents seeking solitary prayer
Let’s pretend that we can forget
Who we are and all that sorrow and regret
Today is a garden day that we can’t neglect
The famous English summer day is almost perfect