A gypsy’s power-phobia

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Mayada Al Askari, the current free lance political columnist for this Dubai-based publication (the primary mouth piece and statistics provider for the US in the middle east), is the grand daughter (mother-side) of Sat’a El Husari - the prominent Sunni-Turkmen political figure of the early 20^th century, that spoke zero Arabic until the age of 40!, and which the British invaders at that epoch borrowed from the Turks to help set up the sectarian divisional process of our country for many generations to come. Her father-side grandfather was a well-known, powerful politician during Iraq’s kingdom era, who was first to conjure up expelling all Iraqi Shiites to Iran! In her teen life Mayada was the doll of a young man whom later bragged about his high level position in Saddam’s secret service agency. She was that man’s butterfly at all times when seen, in a cute bikini, with him and her sister at the pool of a posh private club near Al- Fardous square, indulging on teens’ most precious feeling: first love.

During Saddam’s rule Mayada could not be anywhere but quite closer to the regime circle (which was at its highest bloody peak) and was given the luxury to take a few nips into what was collaged then behind the stage. She also maintained a ‘favorable’ relationship with Ali (the chemical). She managed to open a printing shop in Al Thawra city (Sadr) and traveled to the southern tip of Iraq’s marshland with her Shiite husband, boasting making basic bio-fuel from animals pooh. However, she later found herself entangled in unnecessary matter (re-printing of a banned paper back of Shiite teachings written in Najaf) that got her thrown in behind bars for some times, during which she claims that she was tortured and kept in one of mankind’s darkest quarters of life (according to this book).

two years after the arrival of the American military dictators Mayada benchmarked herself as the outspoken proponent of the invasion, and landed on a part time job with the aforementioned publication so she could be utilized as some kind of local produced energy drink ready to be gulped down for any signs of political fatigue, poor battle-field digestions, and daily Baghdad aches and pains. Her writing in Arabic is a combo jumbo of yellow journalism and low–life, poor taste jargons for what she deems a satirical critique at par. And in short time – and perhaps by default, she became Petraeus’s closest Iraqi female friend ever!, which bestowed on her the center stage seat for the entire sordid circus show, from accompanying Petraeus on air trips to various rogue zones in Iraq to being present at the military operation headquarter in Basra when Iraqis were killing each other, while she was listening to on-the-hour updates amongst Al-Maliki’s newly adopted Baathists colonels, whom she considers ascendants of Alexander’s ancestral linage.

Today Mayada, covered head to toes as Shiite, is living a lavish life style in Dubai, and enjoying what she was born into, raised and lived through - and always tried her best to cling onto, and that is power, which is the most primitive objective mankind has ever realized. She is a victim of absolute-power abuse since child hood, and whenever she detects a little of power-withdrawal within her mishmash gypsy life she tries harder to full up the vacuum by clinging even closer to those who resemble the most supreme power of the moment, regardless of ideologies and ancestral laws.