In this area we are tired of the politics of skiing between fires. The French orientalist Dominique Chevalier advised us to stop skating among the graves, before it was surprising that we insisted on skating sometimes on dust and sometimes on … blood!
Syria is an example. How many billions did the Arabs raise for regime change in Syria, and in the end it turned out that they were working for the Ottoman Sultan, and for the “Israeli rabbi”, all, all of us, working for the American God.
Yemen is an example. Why did the Iranians go there, unless the drums of Khosrau Anu Sherwan, as he came to the aid of Saif bin Yazan and to defeat Abraha the Abyssinian, were still ringing in the ears of the ayatollahs.
For a long time, the Saudi court has been haunted by the obsession with Yemen as a volcano in which the revolutionary tide intersects with the tribal tide. Hence the idea of buying 55,000 clerics for the ideological domestication of Yemenis, as if the qat sessions were not enough to contain those whose fathers knew the skyscrapers of Sanaa before the Rockefellers of New York.
Of course, the Yemenis are supposed to rule Yemen. But in the game of history, and in the game of geography, Saudi Arabia as a rich and sprawling country, as well as its eternal apprehension that it was founded by the sword, deals geopolitically with the land of Yemen and the ports of Yemen, and of course with Bab al-Mandeb, following the Arabs, the Ghassanids and the Manathira Arabs, were unable to establish a strategic system It coordinates and even unifies interests among them, as in other regions of the world.
For what interest did the Iranians provide the Houthis with money and weapons, thus seizing power, albeit with flashy slogans? Did they see in Abd al-Malik al-Houthi Saif bin Dhi Yazan? Or did they imagine that this handsome young man who lacks experience might put his hand on all those tribal, sectarian and regional terrains that are as close as possible to rocks (not sand)?
This is before we ask regarding the philosophical dimension in extending hands to the hands of Ali Abdullah Saleh, the two filthy hands that opened the gates of Sana’a to the Yagog and Magog tribes throughout the years of his rule, smashing the advocates of modernity, as well as the advocates of justice and democracy…
The last scene of the tragedy. The Saudis and the Iranians are spinning around the wreckage in Yemen. The Turks and the Americans seize parts of Syria, and the “Israelis” are roaming in its airspace. Iraq is languishing in a freezer of fire, waiting for the political explosion that must entail a geographical explosion and the consolidation of sectarian or ethnic mini-states.
As for Lebanon, whose last stones are falling, it is on the way to disappearing. Here, we say to Walid al-Bukhari, as ambassador of a sister country, man, let your tweets (Hamadaniyah) be a common word for all the Lebanese, not an invitation to discord, and to cheer those who scattered flowers on Ariel Sharon’s tanks, and for those who were waiting, with triumphal arches, Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi on the shores of Fayhaa.
We are also tired of Mustafa Al-Kazemi’s statements regarding “fruitful talks” between Riyadh and Tehran, as well as regarding the imminent results. There is an important statement issued by Saudi Foreign Minister Prince Faisal bin Farhan at the Davos Forum regarding extending a hand to Iran.
Why wait, why wait, (and why yawn)? While the Lebanese, Syrians and Iraqis suffer from the stormy repercussions of those conflicts, as the distance between skating on the sidewalks of blood and skating on the sidewalks of nothingness is gone!
Vienna negotiations lost between the black winds in the European East. The whole world is talking regarding major shifts in the course of the globe. Is it not logical, and the game of adults has transcended us all, to heal our wounds, and bury our grudges and obsessions (which are similar to those of wolves), to extend hands to hands instead of circling Sisyphus around the wreckage?
This is unless we wait, as we have waited for nearly a hundred years, for knives to work in our maps, and in our times. And when everything around us (and above us) changes, should we not change, and stop fighting with the bones of our dead? It is another time, with other horrors, with other earthquakes, and with other epidemics…
To our Saudi brothers, and to our Iranian friends (and neighbors), enough…