Red Tie at the Shiite Museum about the Immortal Chalabi in his 9th Anniversary

What I thought about a character in my life, and I followed everything that belonged to her, and what is told about her, was how much I pursued the character of Ahmed Chalabi, the Iraqi politician, in a more precise sense: He was following me whenever I tried to understand myself, within its collective framework, its Shiite identity in general, and its civil inclination, and Chalabi can only be understood by understanding the position of the entire Shia, as a human group, and culture, in Arab and Islamic history.

In his childhood picture, which includes him and his schoolmates, the smart eyes glow despite the simple Razillion, and the group image, not colored, and as he grew up, and changed his hairstyle, his eyes were the only thing that does not go out, and does not hide their intelligence, although I was not lucky to meet him, but the intelligence of his eyes was enough to know that this man is like no other.

If Chalabi had no choice but to break the Shiite political absence that lasted for 14 centuries, it would have been his reckoning, Ali al-Janab, son of the one who owns half of al-Karkh, and named after him, domesticated by God's knowledge through mathematics and gratitude, Mourid and lover Mohieddin bin Arabi, the player on a thousand political ropes, who reads the world numbers and spirit, and the point of the impact of the East with all its incense, eloquence and speech, on the West and its modernity, this man, who took upon himself one goal: the overthrow of Saddam Hussein, whatever it cost, with a lot of rise and fall, loss and profit, achieved his goal, and sat with Saddam's hands, humiliated, on his village in his prison.

Chalabi could have been a Saddamist, to save his father's property, the blood of his relatives, and his existence, without turning away for fear of the Iraqi intelligence, or negotiating with whoever deserves and does not deserve, but Hayat, whoever calls him the various Shi'ite references "the arrows of the night", and whoever complains of his Quran, Musa al-Sadr, and whoever denounces the Shi'ite prayer, does not surrender his mission to Saddam and his derivatives, and that a deep well of rejection, was in his chest, like any Alawite rebel who killed him with the secret of Ibn Artata or Ziad bin Abi, and if he learns the knowledge of the world, the name "Ali" is still what links him.

For decades, Shi'ism has been a constant identity for Chalabi, which he calmed down on, and what he said to his people "F", and what he did of organizing demonstrations, and talking with members of Congress, and then returning to Kurdistan, and making an Iraqi opposition spectrum, the largest of which after him is not worth a thread of his elegant suit, which left time, no effort, and no money except to spend for the opposition industry, and the overthrow of Saddam, and the preservation of political Shi'ism, which grew only on his generous hands, and although they lost him, and any boy lost, but what raised the voice of Iraqi Shi'ism after 2003, except with the blessings of the hands of Abu Hashem, the humiliator of Saddam, the elegant, who gathered the scattered camps in order to topple the dictator and his rule.

He was not a sectarian, or a reactionary, he was a pure Iraqi, he loved the Kurds and they loved him, he was a non-Baathist brother of Sunnis, he was a Shiite like soil, green like the dome of "Sayyid Hamdallah", sociable like the perfume of the shrines, modern like a computer just made, a lover of art as if he were born in the house of Jawad Salim, not Abdul Hadi Chalabi. He wanted there to be a possible Iraq for the Iraqis, and despite all the stumbling blocks: we gave this possible Iraq! 

He was not a "fox", he was a wolf, with all the dignity, altitude and ferocity of the wolves, and what a Shia important mission in Iraq did and said "I am here" except with what he did, and worked hard in it, and what he spent in his youth, manhood, and khulat, until his death, may God have mercy on him and accept him with the House of the Messenger of God (peace be upon him and his family).

And you Shiite, when you enter your symbolic museum, you will find many turbans, blood, hair, sadness, smacks and revolutions, among them you will find an elegant tie, worn by Ahmed, before her, as she accepts the turban of Tusi, and observes its impact, as you would like to understand the impact of the clan, and include it to your chest, it is what made your dignity, and your existence, if you understand the 14 centuries, since the shed to the Governing Council. 

Oh Ahmed.

I thank God that I have not met you, but the truth of "Ali", the one whose name I planted hexadecimally in the design of the logo of the "Iraqi National Congress" that every moment of Shiite political dignity you were the head of its war, O high-profile, O elegant Pasha, you made a voice for us after you filled us the pages of "the fighter of the students", peace be upon you on the day I was born in the house of Abdul Hadi, and the day I lived an elegant sword against the dirtiest dictatorships of the earth, and the day I left and neighbor an infallible imam, and it is enough that your mention humiliates all Baathists, and everyone who said "the rug on which we trample is not lifted on our heads."

Peace be upon you Ahmad Chalabi, whenever you hear "I witness that Ali is the guardian of God" in all alleys of Iraq, the blessing of what you have done. Peace be upon you Abu Hashem. 

Photo: First published.