Saddam’s Heart Beats in Erbil!

Diyar Harki

Saddam Hussein, as an unforgettable dictator in the history of humanity, the Middle East, Iraq, and Kurdistan, will always remain in the memory of all. Although it may appear that the story of Saddam has ended and that even the devil himself has abandoned him, when we look at the larger picture, Saddam still persists in rewriting history, even if it is with the darkness of his grave.

Saddam, as an arrogant leader, used his authority in destructive ways, even waging wars to occupy other countries. Beyond that, he persecuted thousands of his own people, particularly Kurds and Shia Muslims.
Instead of the Kurdish and Shia leadership learning a lesson from Saddam, each of them, in their own way, has continued the same methods of Saddam Hussein, the former president of the Iraqi regime.

Old comrades never betray each other.
The relatives of Saddam, the arrogant one, and the father of Masrour [Barzani] have maintained a deep bond of friendship and cooperation. Referring to the statements of Saddam Hussein’s own family, including Jamal Mustafa, Saddam’s son-in-law, who in an interview with Al Arabiya openly pointed out that Masrour’s father assisted in securing a passport to enable Saddam’s escape from Iraq. The history of cooperation between these two ruling families has deep roots. For example, on 31 August 1996, to regain the upper hand in power, they coordinated with Saddam’s Republican Guard to storm the Kurdish Parliament, while the traitorous Kurdish collaborators of the “Yellow Zone” were chanting “Gold, Gold, our president is Gold.”

According to a new statement by the dismissed Speaker of the Kurdistan Parliament, a high-level Iraqi Security delegation, led by Qasim al-Araji, came to Erbil to investigate the ongoing connections and activities of the Ba’ath Party in Erbil. However, their request was rejected, and they were told that these Ba’athists are “guests of the esteemed leadership of Kurdistan.”

Saddam’s heart beats in Erbil.
As a Kurd, as a journalist, as an Iraqi, I ask: when will Saddam truly die? When will his methods, his roots, and his legacy finally end? When will the day come that his formal and informal heirs, friends, and loyalists are finished, so that we no longer have to fear once again being imprisoned, having our parliament shut down, or seeing our mothers and sisters burned in grief?

The horses neigh with the same sound.
For me, as an ordinary Kurdish citizen, there is no difference between the neighing of Oday’s (Saddam’s son) horses and Areen (Masrour’s son); no difference between the Arabian horses of the Barzani household and those of Saddam’s household; no difference between the nightlife gatherings of Baghdad and those of Erbil. They are all the same only the years and the faces have changed. Our fathers’ hair has turned white, and our grandfathers’ cries of honorable suffering have been buried in their graves.