When I said seven years Iraqi people need somebody like Saddam you didn't believe me, Let me tell you my little story about my seven years in Iraq working three years in Al-mansour Melia Hotel and four years in Al-Rasheed Hotel all those hotels was five stars and international. I came to Bagdad in 5/1988 young under age southern boy running from war in my home land Sudan to another war in gulf, if you ask me why? there was no other way out, war between Iran and Iraq was very bad, three months later Qumaini 0f Iran Stop the war that was in 8/8/88.To make very long story short some mouths later I got a job in Al mansour Hotel as a steward one mouth transfer as bellboy infant office, to work as bellboy you meet every kind of people most of them Iragi VIP, in 1990 Saddam went to Kuwait after he saw prince of Kuwait saying in T V he is going to make Iraqi women to be sleep by Kuwaiti men for one Dinar I saw it myself, at that time If it was me I will do the same thing, I will go to Kuwait and kick the hell out of their King, that is what they call it you insult something to do with dignity. Saddam was in Kuwait kicking the hell out of them every body who was living in Kuwait have to go to their country though Iraq but not American or western, they were prisoner in Al-Media Hotel where I was working as a bellboy it became home for 400 of them with their families they became about 450-500, Al-Media hotel was closed to receive anybody from out. I got to know many westerns ambassadors whom were in Kuwait I remembered Spain's ambassador asked me to where I was from when I told him from south Sudan he asked if there is North Sudan, I said no Sudan is one country but there is religion war in Sudan, then he said I am ambassador I know the problem of Sudan very well, if you are going to stay in Iraq you will die because they are going to bomb even this Hotel, I told him I don't have any money to go home better for me to die here he said if it is about money here is money go home he gave 1000 US dollars that was good man, the next morning when I got to hotel I went to his Room he was not there as ambassador they realist him left for Jordan. I knew there will be war before Iraqi themselves Saddam were telling Iraqi people there will not be war and if there is war it will be mother of war they will be the winner, then reals all westerns. I was sleeping on seven floor of Al-mansour's staff building at 2:00 when F16 came to destroy Al-Rasheed Post office on Alrasheed st. which was 100m from Melia's staff building, Iragi didn't know what is call night the light went off it was hell coalitions are bombing Bagdad the night turn to day light, I remembered the ambassador words asking myself why I did go now I am a dead man walking, at morning I went to hotel to get some food or gas mask which they gave to us and trained us to use it if there going to be comical. I can see building bombing and hear the sound of war plane but I never saw signal one with my nicked eyes, from bellboy I became like receptionist, every Iragi guy have to go to war just me in reception and girls. and got a room in hotel. after two weeks American bomb the radio station which was 100m from hotel at said I got a room I became deaf, I couldn't hear for three days Bagdad became dark black of oil's smoke Iragi barn it Kuwait, I have good contact with former Iraqi's Ambassador in Tunis and laler andandlaleterter Germany his name was Abudlajabar Aldurri, at that time he became Saddam's Adviser living in Hotel with his family I asked him he is living hotel he told me that because American can bomb every building Iraq but they never bomb the hotels I asked him why he said because they know all internationals journalists are live in those hotels, thats why he is here with his family, I felt good at that day never go out from hotet and never tell anybody else, after someday when he find-out I am living in hotel too he his body gurd to the my room for his brother's family, now I have to get safe place for myself I put in my mind I will never get out of hotel I can sleep even in WC then getting out of hotel, now every VIP started bring their families to hotel plus Tariq Aziz family,now I am not allow to be in Hotel after job or WC, the war was very bad outside there, I went to my friends whom are working in Al-rasheed Hotel and slept there the next morning on my way out of hotel security asked me if I am working in Al-rasheed hotel when they found-out I am not, I got message not go there again, I went to my work it was dark gass smoke every were very difficult to breath then I got something like Azma, I went to Abudlajabar to help me to find safe place to sleep he gave me a letter to go to Al amiria shelter so I get place there Iraq was out of telephones I went to Al.amiria shelter gave a letter to the boss then get a bad in Alamiria shelter free food fresh ear-conditions four days from work to Alamiria shelter feeling good,freshgurd at the last day I came to find-out that they changed the securities and put republican gourd they don't want to talk to me ether some of them I used to see in Hotel one of them knew me telling his friend this is the boy working in Melia hotel it night now we let him tomorrow the guy say no I started to cry
two minutes trying my best at I got strong message from him that if I am not going to disappear in one minute he is going to put me in the place I will never like to be in Iraqi langauge, I left the place working on foot about two hour to get to hotel I went to sleep in music room, wneverfromminumunitthen weak up at morning to hear the news that American bombed the Al amria shelter and killed all 400 families were there then I knew I am will not die in Iraq again I deiced to go back to staff building to my room on seven floor and slept for rest of two weeks war I can open my window try to see f16 bombing...If I ask how does the earth and our bodies work? How is it that people just appeared out of no where? Why do people have verginity? Why do we dream at night? Why are women weaker than men but can cook and take care of kids better and know how to do housework? If you can answer these questions with sense. Maybe you should go to Iraq and live there for a little while...when you see crazy things, maybe then you'll have second thoughts. If you have guts, you'll put my email on your page so other's can read it and think more. Trees and figures are not proof, you have to experience it. So my people this is little part of my story of seven years in Iraq.

Honestly, nobody is gonna waste his time reading all that.

You did, you never know.
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The war to libarete Kuwait from Iraqi occupation took seven weeks then coalition forces stopped bombing Iraq cities but there was still war going on in south but that one Saddam managed to control it, we see in TV what they want Iraqis to see BBC arabic was the radio station I heard what was happening in south from, I got my work as a bellboy and hotel became play ground for Saddam eldest son Huddai, most of guests in Hotel was Kwuaiti those whom were living in Kuwait they can't go back, some of them were born there they don't know where to go, they have no country I felt sorry for them, I met Indian guy who were living in Kuwait for 30 years got four children whom born in kuwait didn't know where to go, I told him he can go back to his country he told me that he never been there for last 25 years and he has nothing there, and don't want to go to his country. The guy became like a friend to me I talk to him every time I am at work, now hotel became like Huddia place were he eat comes four or more times a day the situation of hotel started to change now they want me to be DJ at hotel's night club at Thursday and friday at same time keep my job as a bellboy they trian me how to casset in the damn things and get it out. some months has passed since the war finsh Saddam birthday came they asked my Indian friend and his family to leave the hotel but when they find-out he was not Plastnian whom were living in Kuwait they gave them one day to leave the country he and his family the got about four cars they are not allowed to take the cars with them with Kuwiati plet numbers I told him I can find somebody in Hotel can the cars and that what I did but they guy sold three cars and gave me one, I went with to Haifa st court to peper from juge they call it arabic Tawkill I don't know English word for that, peper will help me to change the car to my name if he is no there, he did and the next day he left with his family to Jordan, I never heard from him agian. Now I have a car which is not register by my name and I need time to do that Saddam new law was any car which was with Kwuaiti number have to be change in Mussel town far North of Iraq. How I got to know Saddam's son Huddia personally, I deiced to travel to Mussel to change the pelt I took two friends with me Edward and Kelmant both from south Sudan zande we travel Mussel but I didn't have pass port with me they couldn't change car's registration we were on our way back to Bagdad for passport, we took short way which go through Kurdish town called Arbil came to small village called Selmanback where we got stopped by crooks police men, when the saw us blacks it was like we are really criminals they were looking for they grup us very quickly took us to police station but my friend Edward managed to run in dark, me and Kelmant became in bad situation because of that tutured all night because why Edward ran if we didn't do something wrong, the next day they took us to Saddam's home town Takreed, and put us in jail, in Jail I met a guy I knew in Hotel have been there for two months did nothing, next day got the message that he have to make himself ready to go home, I took chance to tell the guy to go to hotel and tell my boss I am in Takreed's jail, if do that I will pay him, that what he did my boss told mr Abuljabar Alduri then he call Arfan was police boss in Al takreed we realist from jail after two weeks, I lost the car the police man took the car changed everthing with his name. Some months passed I forget about damn car, Almansour night club became of Huddia better place just sons of Iraqi VIP, he brought new DJ I am there just to help him with small things, Huddai brought every weekend a lot of western girls, all this time I never talk to him or get a chance to be by near two meters he had five bodyguard tall and looks like him only when he is going out I can open door for them, one year he saw me almost everyday one day he came to hotel with three body guard and didn't go to restaurant as he used to do went and sit in lobby, when I was on my way up to make check out he call me, Sudani yes sir he asked me about my name I was having arabic fake name, I gave that name to him telling me he likes Sudanese more then Egyptians, asked me if like the job I said yes, if need anything I can come to his office said, everybody who works in hotel got the story of me talking to Huddia. Every-time he come to Hotel I say hello in arabic he say hello back, from bellboy I became bell captain, then I remember what happened to me in Altakreed about my car, other day I told him about it he wrote to card to come to his office on Saturday I put on five peaces suit and asked friend of mine to drive me to sport minster building to his office.When got there I can feel everybody in office respect me his secretary called me sir, she said you can just sit here sir I have to give message to my boss, I set in every nice sitting I never set, one minute she showing me the way to his office's door I have no word to explane the office, Sudani welcome you look just like Omar Basheer today he said, what can I do for you? I told him about what happened to me in his home twon, at the same time he pick the telephone I can hear the sound of the person he was talking to everything was just yes saiddi, it was Arffan boss of Takteed police, he told him there is Sudanese boy will go to him gave him his car if is not they you have to get him a new car, it was about two minutes meeting then told his secretary to get me a car to drive me back to hotel, I went to hotel was very happy my girl-friend Shaky was very happy, I am the boss nobody mess with me. To make it short I got my car back and give it to my boss. Because of him people doesn't like Melia Hotel no many geusts I decided to move to Al-Rasheed Hotel which is not far from places, through my conection I move to Al Rasheed Hotel as bell-captine but I didn't want to be bell captain just bellboy because bell captine you have no contact with geusts like bellboy. Al rasheed was different all UN and journalist lives there intentional VIP coms there, I got to meet people like Christian Amanpour, Bernard, petter, journalists from CCN, Rod Akuose I am not sure if his name was written like this he was UN weapon boss, as a bellboy Iraqi officer brought Carton and asked me to take it to his room I did, ten minutes later Mr Rod was mad in lobby because the carton they sent me with to his room was a dead child's body he was very mad want to know who sent him this as the only black guy was there asking me who did that,no word from me I didn't know who did I was just a bellboy,I got to know Selaman Baldy from UNDP, Michael from UNHCR, Michael form BBC.

You did, you never know.
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I tried, but it was too much for me to handle. :D

I tried, but it was too much for me to handle. :D

The really thing on the way, just try your best you will handle:geek:

The really thing on the way, just try your best you will handle:geek:

Alright, I'll try my best.

When I said seven years Iraqi people need somebody like Saddam you didn't believe me, ...

i did not hear u saying that :D

i did not hear u saying that :D

If you check my post of 89, I am afraid at that time you were still in jugle of neem in Shandi didn't hear about computer. What is you name agian?

If you check my post of 89, I am afraid at that time you were still in jugle of neem in Shandi didn't hear about computer. What is you name agian?

Okay Donglawe I remember you, wuz up homey? Ur uncle Tamboura still a live you never welcome home. I meant check my post of 98 but as you know this things created by infedal sometime ur fingers jump if play yoyo tomuch