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Wednesday, January 31, 2007



An Azalea Flower......

A Flower To My Name
Blooming Like Its Meaning
Eventhough It Was Withered When You Found Me
With Care And Support
Sunshine With Love
It Rose And Filled Your Garden
A Beauty That Wish It Will Last
For It Has Bloomed So Well
For You To Adore...Forever To Cherish
Till Eternity

Thanks For Believing In Me And Make Me A Better Person ..

(To The Man I Love..SHAM)
.. and i hope you will be an even better man as we sail through towards Heaven

~ { 12:37 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Tuesday, January 30, 2007


bored to kill..

Just changed my U TUBE..to something much much betta..

~ { 4:30 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Monday, January 29, 2007











Sape budak ni...? Yang menghiasi ruang di blog AzaleA ni..?!kah kah kah..



Introducing..my sista..Azah!!

28th January.. Azah's birthday..so..Hepi Bday dearest lil sis..!!

i hope u achieve and get whatever you wished for, throw less tantrums, be more sophisticated..(ketawa tu control sket..lol), feel loved (especially from mummy dearest..i know teens hate their mums and you termasuk dalam golongan tu..wakakaka..no offence, you know she loves you, its just that she just loves to rap(.ie nag).Kalau mak rap, Azah hip hop kan la..buat lagu..lol) and of course the yearly wish to you - kurangkan merajuk...

Sorry la..we can't come over to meet you ..(Putri dalam quarantine) and Abg Sham banyak homework..Myself too.. But we will definitely meet up next weekend for the kenduri Muharram, InsyaAllah.

Oh yes..tomorrow is 10Muharram..hari Asyura. I never knew of such events, or our Islamic history before like i knw now.Alhamdulillah.. (all you gotta do is read..) You see, if we can learn about historical events in our country, geography or Science or just the history of artists, biography of a President, or a star..i dun see why we cant read more about our religion so that we could practice them with more faith and understanding. Know our Messengers more. Their journey in life and why we have to remember dis date. I guess its more meaningful then remembering Valentine's Day, dont yu think? No? Nah..dis is not the signs of aging..This is me and my conscience working side by side, making me a more matured being, less selfish, religious and wise. Life as to move on, and of course death still awaits. As much as we had prepare for our journey in life, i dun see why we cant prepare for the journey towards Heaven...

~ { 7:16 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Friday, January 26, 2007






























okay ive changed my U-tube..to something more creepy (oh alright i agree..the video is insanely quite dumb though..)
Remember Stephen King's Pet Sematary (1989)? Directed by Mary Lambert.

Pet Sematary (PS) is a 1989 horror flick based on Stephen King's novel of the same name. After moving into their new home the Creed family's cat is killed after wondering onto the highway. Jud an elderly neighbor shows Louis, the father, to an isolated hill behind the local Pet Cemetery and instructs him to bury the deceased feline there. Not long after the cat reappears at the Creed home, only he is not the same. The docile cat is now vicious and destructive. When their youngest son meets with a fatal accident, the distraught Louis buries him in the same location hoping to revive him. Unfortunately he unleashes far more than he had bargained for.

Summary written by Chris Dale

Lets revive..

Pet Sematary from Ramones..

Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, nobody knows.

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again,
I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again.

Follow victor to the sacred place
This aint a dream, I cant escape
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something aint right.

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again,
I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again.

The moon is full, the air is still,
All of the sudden I feel a chain,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.

I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again,
I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary
I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no
I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh
I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no
I dont want to live my life again, oh, oh


Currently im into Ramones ..rememberin the song hey ho! let's go! (ie Blitzkrieg Bop).. kewl.. just check out their website if u wanna hear more of their songs.














(anyway if u wonderin wat song i was singing on my mobile ringtone..just look for the song Rocker Juga Manusia..by Seurieus..)

~ { 11:32 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Thursday, January 25, 2007


call me lame or crazy for putting dat U-tube..lol..but i remember screamin to dat song ( the chorus..)for my handphone ringtone few years back.. just reminising...lagu power...(pardon me for my kentalness..)

Rocker juga manusia punya rasa punya hati

Jangan samakan dengan pisau belati

Rocker juga manusia punya rasa punya hati

Jangan samakan dengan pisau belati....

SSsssssaaaaaaapp.......! kwangs kwan

~ { 5:07 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Monday, January 22, 2007



ok..been munching a big glass of ice..like as if im crunching biscuits..lol..cant get enough.nak top up lagi ni..

nyway.. why do people around my neighbourhood nag and complain too much about almost anything! Irritates me, really. Is it true that as u age u tend to membebel? oh ya..i have to agree that when you basically have nothing to say, u speak about the weather. Like,
Tom: "what u guys talk about?"
Jane: " Nothing, just talk about the weather..."
Its precisely it.! The weather they are complainin, that's wat im talking about. Of course, its the main topic cause u see floods, u had haze, u know how the climate changes.


But the people in my neighbourhood, when it rains, along the way, an auntie made a remark.." Wah...ujan la..susah la..kain tak kering.." then one makcik will say.." alamak ujan sey.." When i reached my destination, waiting to fetch iim, more voices blaming the rain.."Oh no raining.." and of course the delighted bunch will go.." ha ni kalau balik tidur best ni.." oh well, maybe its just how they wanna start a conversation with you.
But..If its a sunny bright day..

Along the way, an auntie will nag, " aiyoo...hot la.." then one makcik will say.." adoii tak tahan nyer cuaca panas ari ni.." When i reached my destination, waiting to fetch iim, now voices that used to blame the rain, now blaming the sun.."soo hot!! buey tahan.." and not forgetting the delighted bunch..erm..the ones dat love to sleep daytimes, " aisey akak takleh tido ari ni..panas..ingat nak merayap ari ni..tapi punye la panasss..." Oh well...
















No
rmally i will just smile sheepishly at most remarks, just nodding in agreement. Don't wanna say more, unless, sometimes when they tend to get on my nerves, ill say the opposite. Like when it rains, and they say.." aiyoo..ujan...!! " Ill smile and say, " bagus la tak panas.." Or in a hot day, they complained, " Aiyooo hot.." Ill smile and just say, " bagus la..baju semua kering.." You cant complain everyday right? Especially on nature!



How can u go against Allah's will. We are still lucky, we dun have water at knee heights when it rains, we have shelters, umbrellas.. and if its scorching hot, it doesnt cause our buildings to cause fire or such..hmm..still these ah nias, ah m0ys..makciks, surely must have something to say about the weather, i mean bad things to remark about it. Its totally uncool, and irritating.


~ { 12:15 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Friday, January 19, 2007



Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten Lyrics

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find



Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your innovations

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten



Oh, oh, oh



I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines

We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live
that way



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find



Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten



Staring at the blank page before you

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find



Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins



Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten

The rest is still unwritten



Oh, yeah, yeah

~ { 12:31 PM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Thursday, January 18, 2007



ive been having dizzy spells these few days and i think the cause of it is erm.. daging? Cos, i realize, after i take meat, i will feel mabuk semacam. Few days ago tu baru je ade feast and me, being an ardent fan of meat, tak kisah la, mutton or beef, my plate will be filled with huge chunks of yea.. u know it- MEAT! And soon after, recently i will have a not so good after-taste, and feel like fainting. Funny i thought meat gives u iron, and i know im anaemic, and i shud take lotsa meat. Tapi, makin makan meat makin nak pengsan ade la. Or shud i blame it on my pregnancy? And yea, talk about iron kan, IRONically, the food dat i tak favourite sangat, dat is fish (cos its hamis) i sangat la suke sekarang. And cakap pasal hamis teringat one incident tu..we sefamily makan kat luar. My dearest sayang tu ternampak family yang makan kat sebelah meja tu makan oyster telur like so sedap, so he pun beli. Bau nyer punye la hamis, but that doesnt stop me from mengecek la makanan dia tu, nak test la konon. Fuh, bukan test aje, sampai licin i test..lol cos secretly, i think it taste so good. I pun makan 'kan food dia. Actually i dun like seafood like kerang, kupang, and especially dat.. 'gong gong' eh? yang sedut2 isap2 keluar like hingus (or kahak tu, omg so disgusting..) and selalu cook wif lauk lemak...and of cos, oyster ..is also seangakatan bendera with them jugak kan? Kelakarnya, he pulak thought that the oyster egg he bought was hamis and bacin. He, of all people, the seafood master of the family, cakap that oyster taste bad, and me the 'tak suke seafood sangat eater' pulak tuck in the oyster egg macam kurang pulak, sampai menjilat pinggan, hehe i mean, sampai licin i eat his oyster egg! Yela..its dat bad..but i think it is really bacin tau, but nice..lol. Right now kan, i wish i cud eat sushi every day.. Tuari tekak nak makan, and dah accomplish dah pon, but macam nak lagi and lagi and lagi...its so sedap, its the saviour of all meals i think. Nutritious, good to eat, and its beautiful to look at. Kan? Especially the scallop sushi..i will save it for the last. But sigh..no one in my family likes sushi, other then my elder sis, so tak fun la makan sorang2. The good thing is, tak payah gaduh bila makan, cos u get to eat ALL of em..the tak fun thing is, when i eat, they will grimace and eww and not try em. In the end, the feeling of makan sorang memang la tak best.

OK Enuff about food..actually.. its just to cover up my disgust over what happened this morning when i opened the door at 6 am to get the morning paper i go EWWWWW... is dat a big poop on my green grass doorstep?????!!! I cant believe i had to start my morning with a dirty smelly turd right at my doorstep as if grinning to wish me gooood morning! Really its large and aplenty and (need i say more..?? ..) but anyway, to see the sunshine side of it,..probably whoever or whatever mammal that finds it cosy to excrete on my little garden, did a miracle wonder to get my lazy bones working early morning, clearing unwanted slippers, sweeping the dust off the front, soap and scrup the doorstep, cos it hasnt been clean for weeks...lol. So..i guess its a blessing morning in disguise huh. (seee? im a changed person..Think positive, and complain less..take anything-ANYTHING, be it good or bad, like a breeze..taste it like..a scallop sushi..haha..or..

hmm..i smell pizza.. strange.. Normally at this time, i will always smell curry, curry, curry..or..the indian bakar2 tu..but today my neighbour is cooking up..hmm..pizza eh.. how nice. (lol munkin my indian neighbour ( yang stay kat bawah tu i think )belom masak tak? bau pizza tu from jiran lain maybe.. haiz..heran eh, why these indians cuma masak curry je? if not chicken curry, they have dalca. Kalau tak, daging curry. Curry ke curry, curry ke curry tak jelak ke? heh heh.. kepo sey..) takpela depa nyer pasal la.. Right now im famished and i need something to eat..been doing soo much cleaning, including washing all my shoes cos the sun is so blaringly shining.. clearing my closet to give way to all my kotaks - kotaks kasuts yang me ade... baru ade mood nak add kasut baru..tee hee hee... ok baby, stop kicking, mummy, will makan soon..


~ { 8:59 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Tuesday, January 16, 2007





Its just not my type to bitch about people, especially, the not so nice looking person, in the state im in, takut terkenan pulak kan..but urrghhh...tak boleh angkat betul dengan si makcik jujat' Era Farida tu..nowadays bila on tv je muke dia..and she is damn damn damn bloody loud...screamingly, irritating. Dah la suara high pitch nak maut..Terpekik terpekau bila bebual lak tu...Aiyo..tak bole ke bebual rilek slow2 sikit..pening tau den dengar orang bebual kuat-kuat.



















These loud people just wanna be heard, and I hate people who is uncool and speaks like dat..attracting attention i guess. cos they know no one wanna hear em i think. Like even guys, who speaks loudly and then burst out loudly.."HA HA HA HA..." teruk..depan-depan muke bebual pon nak jerit-jerit, pekik2.. when these loud people talk among them. Lucky me i dun normally have to handle these loud people, hehe other than my precious 'iim tu yang bebual kuat tu...haha..and sometimes maybe myself bila nak menang vocal dengan budak kecik tu.. but u see, budak tu kan lain..cute jugak bila dia cakap kuat2..dah la kuat, salah2 lak tu..ade pelat2 dia yang menghiburkan and we can still teach them and tell them to hush hush a bit.., kalau yang makcik2 jujat tu, or the amoy bawah blok ke..or the mat kentals yang tak reti bebual slow and steady tu..






nak loud je..takkan dah tua camtu nak kena ajar jugak suh bebual pelan2 kan? i think dari kecik tertelan mic agaknyer tu..very pening you know..i cant take it!!


~ { 7:16 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;


Tuesday, January 09, 2007

nEW yEAR sPELLS a NEW mE
nEW yEAR sPELLS a nEW mE...

Alhamdulillah..im still alive and kicking now its 2007.. and ive religiously set a routine for myself..to always be there for Allah..5 times a day and even more if i can manage..be there dutifully to the needs for my loving hubby.. who is someone i can't live without as well as my lovely bunch of joys..and yes..ive not been procrastinatin..how kewl is dat..

and yea,,not forgetting.. May Allah Bless Allahyarham Saddam Hussein's soul..i totally despise the hanging but..i guess he is peacefully laid now..and better to be out of this world than to be detained forever..sedih..how a good man like him is being pictured berleluasa as a terrorist...when we all know he is not like that. And we all know siapa the real dalang and dajal is..none other than that monyet-look-alike-we-know-who yang deserve to be hanged..of cos..im not going to cacatkan my blog by putting his image in here..let us instead remember the better political leader himself... **and just look and read his many testimonies terbentang for us to cherish..

Saddam Hussein, Political Leader

  • Born: 28 April 1937
  • Birthplace: Tikrit District, Iraq
  • Died: 30 December 2006 (execution by hanging)
  • Best Known As: Leader of Iraq, 1979-2003















TESTIMONIES

Raghad Hussein stated in an interview for Panorama:

After about midday my Dad sent cars from his private collection for us. We were told to get in. We had almost lost contact with my father and brothers because things had got out of hand. I saw with my own eyes the [Iraqi] army withdrawing and the terrified faces of the Iraqi soldiers who, unfortunately, were running away and looking around them. Missiles were falling on my left and my right - they were not more than fifty or one hundred meters away. We moved in small cars. I had a gun between my feet just in case.

-Attributed to Raghad Hussein



Then according to the testimony of a former bodyguard Saddam Hussein dismissed almost his entire staff:

The last time I saw him he said: My sons, each of you go to your homes. We said: Sir, we want to stay with you. Why should we go? But he insisted. Even his son, Qusay, was crying a little. He [Saddam] was trying not to show his feelings. He was stressed but he didn't want to destroy the morale of the people who were watching him, but inside, he was definitely broken.

-Attributed to an anonymous former bodyguard

In July 2003 in an engagement with U.S. forces after a tip-off from an Iraqi informant Saddam's sons were cornered in a house in Mosul and shot to death in a firefight.

According to one of Saddam's bodyguards, the former president actually went to the grave himself on the evening of the funeral:

"After the funeral people saw Saddam Hussein visiting the graves with a group of his protectors. No one recognized them and even the car they came in wasn't spotted. At the grave Saddam read a verse from the Koran and cried. There were flags on the grave. After he finished reading, he took the flags and left. He cried for his sons."

During his arrest, Saddam reportedly declared, "I am the President of Iraq," to which an American soldier is said to have replied, "President Bush sends his regards." [39]

The video footage presented by Bremer showed Hussein in full beard with longer than usual, disheveled hair. He was described as being in good health, "talkative and co-operative." DNA testing was used to further confirm the captive's identity. Members of the Governing Council visiting with Hussein following his capture reported him as unrepentant and believing of himself as having been a "firm, but just ruler." It later emerged that the information leading to his capture was obtained from a detainee under interrogation.

After Saddam's death, reports emerged from the nurse charged with his care at Camp Cropper from 2004 until 2005. US Army Master Sergeant Robert Ellis, told his home town newspaper the St Louis Post-Dispatch that Saddam was held in a 1.8 m x 2.4 m (6 ft x 8 ft) cell furnished with a cot, table, two plastic chairs and two wash basins. When he was allowed to go outside, Hussein saved bread crumbs from his meals to feed the birds, he watered the weeds in a jail garden and had coffee with his cigars for his blood pressure.[40] Ellis also said of Hussein, "When he was with me, he was in a different environment. I posed no threat. In fact, I was there to help him, and he respected that."[41]

Rana Hussein

In August 2003, Saddam's daughters Raghad and Rana received sanctuary in Amman, Jordan, where they are currently staying with their nine children. That month, they spoke with CNN and the Arab satellite station Al-Arabiya in Amman. When asked about her father, Raghad told CNN, "He was a very good father, loving, has a big heart." Asked if she wanted to give a message to her father, she said: "I love you and I miss you." Her sister Rana also remarked, "He had so many feelings and he was very tender with all of us."

Well other than prayers for his beloved dad, i could imagine his daughter singing to him this tune... jom tangkap syahdu liriks dia sesama...

Lyrics to Christina Aguilera Hurt
Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face
You told me how proud you were, but I walked away
If only I knew what I know today
Ooh, ooh

I would hold you in my arms
I would take the pain away
Thank you for all you've done
Forgive all your mistakes
There's nothing I wouldn't do
To hear your voice again
Sometimes I wanna call you
But I know you won't be there

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself by hurting you

Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss
And it's so hard to say goodbye
When it comes to this, oooh

Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes
And see you looking back

Ohh I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself, ohh

If I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I've missed you
Since you've been away
Ooh, it's dangerous
It's so out of line
To try and turn back time

I'm sorry for blaming you
For everything I just couldn't do

And I've hurt myself by hurting you


BIOGRAPHY

Saddam Hussein Takrity was born in the town of Al-Awja, 13 km (8 mi) from the Iraqi town of Tikrit in the Sunni Triangle, to a family of shepherds from the al-Begat tribal group. His mother, Subha Tulfah al-Mussallat, named her newborn son Saddam, which in Arabic means “One who confronts.” He never knew his father, Hussein 'Abd al-Majid, who disappeared six months before Saddam was born. He was the son of Musa Al-Kazim, one of the Sunni Imams of the Ahlul Bait. Shortly afterward, Saddam's thirteen-year-old brother died of cancer, leaving his mother severely depressed in the final months of the pregnancy. The infant Saddam was sent to the family of his maternal uncle, Khairallah Talfah, until he was three.[8]Saddam Hussein Takrity was born in the town of Al-Awja, 13 km (8 mi) from the Iraqi town of Tikrit in the Sunni Triangle, to a family of shepherds from the al-Begat tribal group. His mother, Subha Tulfah al-Mussallat, named her newborn son Saddam, which in Arabic means “One who confronts.” He never knew his father, Hussein 'Abd al-Majid, who disappeared six months before Saddam was born. He was the son of Musa Al-Kazim, one of the Sunni Imams of the Ahlul Bait. Shortly afterward, Saddam's thirteen-year-old brother died of cancer, leaving his mother severely depressed in the final months of the pregnancy. The infant Saddam was sent to the family of his maternal uncle, Khairallah Talfah, until he was three.[8]

As a sign of his consolidation of power, Saddam's personality cult pervaded Iraqi society. Thousands of portraits, posters, statues and murals were erected in his honor all over Iraq. His face could be seen on the sides of office buildings, schools, airports, and shops, as well as on Iraqi currency. Saddam's personality cult reflected his efforts to appeal to the various elements in Iraqi society. He appeared in the costumes of the Bedouin, the traditional clothes of the Iraqi peasant (which he essentially wore during his childhood), and even Kurdish clothing, but also appeared in Western suits, projecting the image of an urbane and modern leader. Sometimes he would also be portrayed as a devout Muslim, wearing full headdress and robe, praying toward Mecca.

Saddam married his cousin Sajida Talfah in 1963. Sajida is the daughter of Khairallah Talfah, Hussein's uncle and mentor. Their marriage was arranged for Hussein at age five when Sajida was seven; however, the two never met until their wedding. They were married in Egypt during his exile. Together they had two sons, Uday and Qusay, and three daughters, Rana, Raghad and Hala. Uday controlled the media, and was named Journalist of the Century by the Iraqi Union of Journalists. Qusay ran the elite Republican Guard, and was considered Heir Presumptive. Both brothers are said to have made fortunes for themselves smuggling oil.[citation needed] Sajida, Raghad, and Rana were all placed under house arrest due to suspicions of their involvement in Uday's assassination attempt on December 12, 1996. [citation needed] General Adnan Khairallah[citation needed] Tuffah, Sajida's brother and childhood friend of Hussein, was allegedly executed due to his growing popularity. Hussein's two sons Uday and Qusay were both killed in a violent six hour gun battle against U.S. forces on July 22, 2003. Still photos of their badly shot up bodies were taken and widedly distributed “in an effort to convince any skeptical Iraqis that Uday, 39, and Qusay, 37, are really dead.”[48] His grandson Mustapha was the last one to die.[citation needed]

Hussein also married two other women: Samira Shahbandar (rumored to have been his favourite),[49] whom he married in 1986 after forcing her husband to divorce her[50], and Nidal al-Hamdani, the general manager of the Solar Energy Research Center in the Council of Scientific Research, whose husband was also persuaded to divorce his wife.[51] There have apparently been no political issues from these latter two marriages. Hussein's third son, Ali, is from Samira.

Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat Allah swt..


~ { 8:00 AM }
vintage.. classical beauty..;