The following is courtesy of my other half. I’m biased, to be sure, but I found this to be quite touching.
-Fashion Mujahid

City between two rivers Ibrahim’s Iraq war

by Bashir al-Hamim

I am drowning in my own pain the world is different my hand is called. In the sea of blood I am lost afloat on a Qur’an that is dead, and a faith that has gone mad.

 
Saddam is gone (he swung like a tree in the wind) Satan has come taken his throne. We did not ask you to come, if we needed rescuing we’d have prayed a fought a jihad with 24 bullets (the amount an Iraqi ak47 can hold) and belts of bombs. Saddam is gone Satan has come taken his throne?

Why are you still here? He is dead yes?

 
I am Shiite a former barber by profession I put down my scissors. I cut hair until two years ago. The day my sister was gunned down by you in the Saudi Jihadist and American troops that is the day I became a freedom fighter. I fight for an Iraq free from foreign influence and people. Now a generation of Iraqi children like their brother in Palestine know the roar of bullets and screams of woman. The shaking of building by bombs is too common to sleep at night so I stay awake in a half sleep. I have cried enough tears over two years to form a third river here.  Love blinds and binds me to the fate Iraq.

 
Two rivers between the city a dumping ground for bodies once I fished their from a bridge but the crazy Jihadist blew it up. For your country 9-11 was the worst event in its history, now you help create 9-11 everyday for my country. Imagine the market, the Masjid, apartments, the schools no place is safe children old and young are killed. Nothing is holy (not even the lives of our women)

 
I fear the nightmares and the blood of my hands I shout o Allah what is this place? Where is a haven? My entire society is broken torn by hate of Sunni, Shiite Muslim and Christians suffer tribes disappear, under Saddam the status quo was order, basic safety law and order is gone.

 
My Iraq is like your south after Katrina the suffering is real families neighbors forced to fleet homes their families have lived in for centuries. I had to flee from a home my family lived in for longer than America has been in existence, picture the 400,000 of us dead.

To many fall without even a funeral killed by the American troops, foreign Jihadist and maniac Shiites who sold their soul’s to Iran, I remove these people from Iraq that way I might walk in the street freely

 
Dreams hunt me the hands of a monster flash before me. I do what I do for freedom’s sake. O  Allah what shall we do the madness grows inside my heart that blackens over time.

 
She beautiful, smart ours hands should have been bound and cover with dust as the prophet said peace and blessing be upon him. She was Sunni and I, a Shiite (surprise insect marriage took place)

She was to make days upon the earth filled with joy and love now I am alone in darkening life.

I was preparing to buy a house with the help from my brother killed by your troops on his way home. Her family broke off the wedding, and I am grown man yet I cry at my homeland up on fire I sit scared of my own deeds to bring peace and safety back. 

If this the beginning of the end of the world I wish for you oh lord to take my life sooner than later and let my work fall to another for I am broken by lost loves and bloody hands