Needless to say, In principle I am absolutely against all kinds of death penalties as I believe it is a criminal way of dealing with crimes and that “the end doesn’t justify the means” Ever.
I also think that it is inhumane to show executions on TVs and that such an act is just too inconsiderate for human right; if not the human who is being executed then the other millions who watch television.
However, if I was to declare a “Holy War” against the death penalty and make it my cause I would never -not for a single moment- consider Saddam Hussein to be my case for the defense.
According to official figures more than 40 people were executed in Jordan since 2000. At least 10 people were put to death last year. If we assume that the most dangerous one of them killed 20 and presumably most of the people who are whining about Saddam generally support the death penalty either for religious reasons or for “logical” ones. Then it would seem “logic” enough to execute who was responsible of killing thousands in cold blood.
Putting all of this aside, it just amazes me how suddenly Saddam has become a “martyr” and “the hero of the nation”. Maybe “amaze” is not accurately the right word as a lot of people declared seeing Saddam’s face on the moon in 1990. But it is actually interesting how Arab Nationalists and their “brotherhood” friends (and I still don’t get this weird friendship) keep on amazing us by their double standards.
What’s ironic as well is how a lot of people become really creative when it comes to giving reasons for their objections against this execution in particular;
“…did they have to execute him on the day of the Eid!?”
“This is humiliating! They shouldn’t have hung him. He’s a military man he should have been shot to death instead”
..etc.
I’m not judging the man, no one has that right to take away other people’s life, I’m just asking ourselves to get real.
“Pity the nation that acclaims the bull as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful”.
“ويل لأمة تحسب المستبد بطلاً, وترى الفاتح المذل رحيماً”.
You have your Jordan and its dilemma. I have my Jordan and its beauty.
Your Jordan is an arena for men from the north and the south..the east and the west.
My Jordan is a shcool playground vibrant of boys and girls playing around a flag pole.
You have your Jordan and its people. I have my Jordan and its people.
Yours are those who confine themselves in clans or hang their souls in lost loyalties.
Those are the children of your Jordan.They are scattered like desert sands…dry like barren rocks.
Let me tell you about the children of my Jordan.
they are venerable like an olive tree..blooming like a young iris.
They are abundant like a winy vineyard and blessed like a sacred river.
Those are the childen of my Jordan. They are solid yet colorful like an ancient mosaic.
You Have Your Jordan and I Have My Jordan.
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an alteration of the great Gibran’s piece.
