The Journey of Mohamed Ibrahim to Democracies
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"Hard times for love, dreams and high hopes, are times prone to anger, rage and for spite, bad winds against poetry, against knowledge, against progress and against the freedom of men and women of the 21st century are still blowing"
Bad Winds Against the Lyric.
When that November 13 of 2003 I predicted famine, corruption, deceit, trap and defined the PP as a holding company of sects called me crazy and even some brainless were allowed the luxury of demand to the different Webmasters of the pages which used to follow my fingerprinting and surrender to justice to intervene It was a dull time for truth, but all black predictions about the consequences of invading Iraq are have been met one to one to The Arab Spring, an even worse than The Prague Spring and know the reasons and the commencement, but which are unknown, the consequences and the end, and all that there is the danger of another mass exodus because of that global warming affects all continents on the planet.
Islamist terrorism already existed before invading Iraq, broke the most important airline in North America due to Islamic terrorism, terror has always existed, but all these abominations as Isis have been emerging as a result stirring the hornet's nest of Iraq, a country that before the invasion enjoyed per capita income by highest inhabitant of East and a health system that was an example not only for the East also for West, today after more than one decade since the start of the invasion in its hospitals there is absolutely nothing and for their demolished just operating there are rats.
The future world's problem not solved by raising walls as they claim some fascists build, but solidarity and responses progress, today they are which by one or the other motifs crossing our borders, yesterday was our ancestors who sought asylum in another country, but tomorrow can be us who try to escape hunger, crime, war and horror of the barbaric.
Looking for a better world came out one day Mohamed Ibrahim from Ghana and began a road, it had grown to heard stories of men who had made millions working in France, Germany or Spain, Mohamed had not decided a country in particular, in any country in Europe had peace, well-being and progress, their priority was entering the Iberian peninsula and Europe after choosing a destination.
Mohamed Ibrahim suffered the insufferable by the road, but got it back were deserts, the dangers of the jungle, the torture of police from Morocco and all those atrocities that always accompany poor people in Africa.
He walked, she cried,
Dreaming.
He looked, he ran,
Screaming.
It began,
Looking for,
The Golden and,
It ended,
Beaten.
It fell, bit,
fighting.
It was silent, lost,
dying.
It began,
Walk,
Dreaming and,
It ended,
Defenestrated.
It opened, closed,
hallucinating.
He looked, he saw,
sentenced.
It began,
Singing,
Praying and,
It ended,
Tortured.
He flew, he prayed,
crying.
She begged and cursed,
Blaspheming.
The Journey of Mohamed Ibrahim to Democracies.
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And贸, llor贸,
so帽ando.
Mir贸, corri贸,
gritando.
Comenz贸,
buscando,
el dorado y,
termin贸,
apaleado.
Cay贸, mordi贸,
luchando.
call贸, perdi贸,
agonizando.
Comenz贸,
andando,
so帽ando y,
termin贸,
defenestrado.
Abri贸, cerr贸,
alucinando.
Mir贸, se vio,
condenado.
Comenz贸,
cantando,
orando y,
termin贸,
torturado.
Vol贸, or贸,
llorando.
Maldijo y suplic贸,
blasfemando.
El Viaje de Mohamed Ibrahim Hacia las Democracias.
Mohamed Ibrahim discovered too late that the danger was not left behind and that this supposedly democratic Spain in the life of a poor African Black really worthless.
Unaware of the reasons why Mohamed was arrested, the Ghanaian despite their miserable situation had not committed any crime, the only thing we can say is that Mohadmed walked lost through the streets of Murcia while passed the Christmas of 2002, which was intercepted by the police and that at that very moment began an ordeal that just a few hours later would end with the early life of the African.
Now what happened to Mohamed just know that those who arrested him and also the five defendants acquitted and freed of suspicion thanks to the forensic, a dubious report, certificates when at the beginning of 21st century forensic science can discover that died some Egyptian mummies, or if General Prim died from bullets or strangled after the attack It is surprising that some forensic of the 21st century may not need when a person has died of an accident fortuitous or murdered to death.
Mohamed screamed but his shouts neither understood them nor no one could hear them. "I am a free man with rights" she screamed in Ghanaian while trying to break free, Mohamed was not crazy, just was scared, very disappointed and just wanted to return to their country, but still having lost mental faculties, Mohamed more hits would have needed a psychiatrist who had tried it calm, was not so and that young and vigorous black who one day came out of his native land seeking an opportunity in Europe 48 hours after his bizarre arrest He entered the unit's emergency Virgin of the Arrixaca dying and where could only report that Mohamed Ibrahim was already a corpse.
Over time, a trial was held in where the defendants were making suffer a deep depression generated by facts, some defendants who were not terminated employment or salary since the day of cars to the judicial process from the day of the arrest of Mohammed nor a single moment, Defense printed in the minds of the jury the MTA idea that a crazed Mohamed had burst spleen while it was head-butting against a wall, very frightened detainees tried to calm him and attacked the person who died far from calm and that bit one of them like a rabid dog.
As a lone wolf,
He walked through the city,
Walking, asking,
Darkness engulfed him.
Like a wounded dog,
He sought an opportunity,
Trembling, longing,
Lost in the city.
Howling at the Moon,
He frightened his regret,
Dreaming his fortune,
I didn't want to wake up.
As a wounded Wolf,
With arrows of malice,
Trembling, longing,
He hid in the dark.
As a vagabond dog,
He walked through the city,
Walking, asking,
Solitude embraced him.
Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.
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Como un lobo solitario,
camin贸 por la ciudad,
caminando, preguntando,
lo envolvi贸 la oscuridad.
Como un perro herido,
busc贸 una oportunidad,
temblando, anhelando,
se perdi贸 en la ciudad.
Aullando a la luna,
espantaba su pesar,
so帽ando su fortuna,
no quer铆a despertar.
Como un lobo herido,
con flechas de maldad,
temblando, anhelando,
se ocult贸 en la oscuridad
Como un perro vagabundo,
camin贸 por la ciudad,
caminando, preguntando,
lo abraz贸 la soledad.
Lucas Lazar. Contando Historias.
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A citizen of Ghana who responds to the initials of M.I was arrested in the evening last night when it altered the enforcement of the busy and quiet Capuchinos Avenue. Police had already been warned previously by several neighbors of Murcia that a man of color adopted before the passers-by positions threatening and obscene, a poorly addressed individual who without being bothered by anyone uttered great screaming and words that no one could understand. Once people agents subject adopted a very aggressive position and had to reduce it with the force of five officers conveniently equipped with all its strength.
48 hours later, as the city prepared its Kings Parade, Mohamed Ibrahim lay dead in the morgue of the Virgin of the Arrixaca.
Always rest your Noble Soul in Peace, and who do not find never a consolation the minds of their murderous criminals.
Mohamed Ibrahim's story is unfortunately not an isolated fact, is just a drop in this sea of innocent blood that irrigates streets and avenues in cities around the world.
"Oso Latza Izan Da" were the last words of Joxe Arregi Izagirre before exhaling, no matter the reasons, whenever a person is tortured stagger the foundations of the rule of law and there is no safety for anyone.
"As pencils draw pain, canes are still hitting the four vantage points of the world, and whenever a man dies after being tortured all the crystals of the world are still cutting the air"
The Coming World. Nights of Pencils, Sticks and Broken Glass.
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