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In the late 1970s, , a play entitled "Close Your Eyes and Think of England" was shown in London  for ten years without interruption. The summery of which  is that one of the lords invites one of the senior oil sheikhs (Arab sheikh of course) to a dinner. The Lord was a chairman of a major oil company. And oil giants - as you know - the giants of politics at the same time.
As the Englishmen, who have an intelligence mind, even in social matters, used to do , the Lord collected information about the Sheikh's desire in food and drink ... and more importantly about the mood of the sheikh in women, all his information reported that he likes blondes , and he has bored of brunettes.
The Lord  ,in his courteous manner ,hints to his wife that some nice blonds must be among the invited women which meet the Arabic taste in women, and asked her to watch him remotely and monitor his looks. If his eyes settled on a certain woman ,  you have to introduce her, then leave them alone. The Arabs are experts on these things, and more convincing than the devil himself.
In the final scene of the third chapter of the play, the Lord's wife clings to her husband's arm and pulls him aside to mingle with him, Feeling of astonishment and puzzlement is mixed on her face :

John:  There is a problem.
The Lord responds quickly:
- Please, I do not want problems tonight.
She reacted with emotion trying to control it
* Not before you hear me
- say what ?
* Do you know whom the Sheikh admired?
- Definitely more than a blonde.
* NEVER..I am the one he admired !! .. He wants me !!.
The Lord opens his eyes widely , surprised and says:
- You ?!. He must be crazy?
Silence for a moment .. emotions of surprise and puzzled loom on his face . Then he says to his wife stammering :
- "Well baby .. Close your eyes and think of England"!
         
                                                                                           Translated by: Saad H. Keder

                               من كتاب (سايكولوجيا عراقية .. للاستاد الدكتور: قاسم حسين صالح)

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  A survivor child from the hell of the battles of Mosul and her brother


A five- year old  girl was  hugging her younger brother in a remote desert
region., even though she was too young, she tried to contain her little brother with both her hands ... Whenever we tried to get close to her, She threw stones and everything around her towards us . She was tired and the dirt was covering  her face. She was too small  that we could not leave her alone. Really , we were astonished , what brought her to this deserted piece of land !!!! We surrounded her from every side as if she  was an angel descended from the heavens, asking our Lord to bless us for her sake ?! We waited her to calm down , but she continue to throw stones towards us when we stepped forward, with her little brother sleeping in her so small lap !!! We did not know what to do? Even though her stones did not hurt us, but I understood that if we approached more , she would feel that she lost her life and lost everything !!!! We waited till no more stones around her.  ... We are in a dirty fierce  war and all we have is our guns and the disgusting smell of gunpowder?! We do not have a doll or anything that might calm  down  this small child's horror ..
This situation,  which I will never forget ,caused many of our colleagues to cry of grieve and sadness  . I noticed that the more I came closer to her, the more she clung to her  brother as if to protect him. I was very close to her. She put her small hand in front of her face and said, "please uncle , Do not kill me." I will not kill you, but I am here to take you home" I said with my eyes full of tears . ... I sat before her cross – legged , while , all were waiting what would happen next ,  a situation that happens along the whole life time just once …. "Where is your family?  Where's your dad and your mum? I asked ."(DAISH killed them )" . She said ….I imagined her walking in the middle of this ruins and destruction with her little brother .. With my fingers I drew on the sand before her  features of a doll .  she looked at the drawing, I asked her "Do you like the doll?" She smiled and said ( Yes, uncle ). I asked  her to come with me so that I could get her a doll. She looked deeply in my eyes , and I saw in her eyes thousands of questions , while I was waiting her decision.  ,  Yes, gentlemen , I  was waiting for her decision , because no one has seen what she  saw. She stood up , held her brother's hand helping him to stand up, flicked the sand of her cloths as if she was flicking the concern out of my inners. She touched my hand and walked with me saying " Please , uncle ! my brother is hungry ". " don't worry , I replied " ….. I hold her and her brother and walked thinking about what is happening in my country!! 

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