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Always remember that, no matter what happens. Give my warmest wishes and
appreciation to William, who has stood by your side all these years. He has
disagreed, as have you, with the way my path has led me, but he has never uttered
one word of criticism, one word of scolding.
Dear Evelyn, you have been right all along; I just didn’t want to allow such a
thought to enter my world for all this time. One simply cannot keep on killing people
with the hope of eradicating the enemy, when it’s we who have created that enemy
all along. War never solves world problems; war creates a lot more. You have been
right all along. I love you dearly. Bevan.”
He folds the letter and writes his sister’s address on the envelope. He will mail it
fromhis office at the agency. Bevan Longhornmuch feels lighter and happier now.


The following morning, after breakfast with Ibrahim and Mara, Emily and Talal
get ready to visit his family. Rassan comes with the car and Mara gives Emily two
headscarves.
“Thank you very much,” Emily responds.
They climb into the car and start on their way to Falluza; it’s a beautiful day.
Since it is Sunday, with less traffic on the roads, they should arrive in under an
hour, Rassan tells them. Outside the city of Baghdad, they can see to the horizon,
as the sunshine gives them unlimited views. They see dunes of sand hills and
small desert shrubbery here and there, but mostly sun and sand. Since they are
on the main road connecting Baghdad with Falluza, they pass a few cars. Before
the war, there were more than half a million inhabitants in Falluza, but now they
estimate that number to be around three hundred thousand; yet, a lot of people
still return in droves as the rebuilding continues.
They pass through a couple of small villages, and although they’re on the
highway and a certain distance from the houses, they can still see the scars of war
throughout the area. Many homes still have holes in the walls and a lot of damage.
They also see groups of workers here and there rebuilding and cleaning.
Emily is so absorbed in all these new sights that she doesn’t notice Talal’s
teary eyes as he thinks of his family.
They arrive in Falluza about an hour after leaving Baghdad. This city is
located on the Euphrates River, about seventy kilometers to the west of the Iraqi
capital, and is the capital city of the province of Al Anbar. Historically, it goes
back to the Babylonian era, and because it has more than 200 mosques, it’s called
the City of Mosques. In Arabic the name Falluza means “arable land”. In the old
days, Falluza hosted one of the most important Jewish Academies called
Pulbedita Academy. During the years of Saddam Hussein, it was one of the…

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FOUR
‘I’ll wet a pot of tea for us, Joe,’ Caitlin said. ‘It’s nice of you to drop in and see us again when I’m sure you have a lot to do with your leave.’ She warmed a brown teapot with water from the kettle on the range and carried it into the scullery, from where she continued talking in a louder voice. ‘I hope you’ve been to see Nora. She’d be upset if you were home and didn’t drop in on her.’
Joe sat in Michael’s chair. ‘Yes, I saw her yesterday after the funeral. I didn’t see Liam though. He’s still in Belfast.’
‘Poor Liam,’ Caitlin called out. ‘What a horrible ordeal he’s going through. But that’s him. When anything goes wrong or when something bad happens, it’s always Liam that people call on. Or it’s always Liam who offers to help.’
‘He’s a good man,’ Joe said loudly enough for Caitlin to hear.
Caitlin returned to the kitchen. ‘The tea’ll be ready in a few minutes.’
‘Where’s Mr Carrick?’ Joe asked.
‘He’s up the loaney with Robert Hanlon.’
‘Robert Hanlon?’
‘An artist from Belfast. He paints the most beautiful landscapes in oil and watercolour. He has rented the old cottage for weekends and holidays. It’s a base for him to hike in the hills from. Up there he can draw or paint or whatever. He and Michael are bringing water into the cottage by pipe from the Tamnagh Burn. So the old cottage now has water at the turn of a tap. Michael was lucky to get hold of a length of hosepipe when everything goes to the war effort these days. We have tap water in the scullery now. And out in the yard.’
‘But no electricity yet,’ Joe observed.
‘Not yet. But it’s coming,’ Caitlin announced. ‘Before long you won’t know the place, Joe. Michael has a tractor now and a mechanical reaper and binder for the harvest. He has more land under cultivation than ever …’
‘Because of the war.’

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Puppets
As if we’ve never appeared on this earth
as if we still dwell in inexistence
darkness around us with no shred of light
men only in the imagination of others
puppets made of paper and hesitation
in the blind hands of Fate
we dance, we passively accept mockery
and we lifelessly gaze the stars
each joy a faraway land for us
hope and youth but vague concepts
no one notices that we exist
but the one who steps on us while passing.
Years have passed as if the intense
sorrow wasn’t in the body
if real pain wasn’t in our souls
to cry out that we still exist.

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Introspection

Posted: 09/02/2026 by vequinox in Literature

Beta
I baptized my life in the sanctified waters
of loneliness
with a pencil wedged between two fingers
and with the white immenseness of the paper
onto which I laid my austere verse
a plain flashlight for the erect men who
will follow
I painted the wedding coronals in
the first dawn twilight
as I stood by their side
to gain stature and height
and I said,
the shallow river water is for my passing and
into which I’ll embed the uneulogized
I baptized my life in the holy grief of
the forever worker when the sigh
erased tiredness, and tiredness
annulled the effectual panic while
your body stood up before me
showing me the way like a lit lighthouse
toward the diaphaneity of emotions
I felt during the moist August evening
when it came to shine over me and
onto my transcendent dream…

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Ugga

Posted: 08/02/2026 by vequinox in Literature

twelve
Death and natural enemies
stopped you in your tracks
tens of gods you created
under the soil
and over it
and all the forests
that gave you life once
suddenly
you called black woodlands
oh, ungrateful forefathers
of the universe.

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