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Hardcover – 4,026 pages (May 2002); Internal Ministry Press, Inc. – Baghdad, Iraq
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Book Description

When a young woman working in a civilian defense plant in Baghdad is rescued during a ruthless attack in the War to Liberate Iraqi Province 19 from the traitorous Kuwaiti colonial puppets by a mysterious hero, she embarks on a patriotic journey that takes her from the swamps of the Shatt al Arab to the palatial bunkers of absolute power. But just when she falls into the hirsute arms of her eternal love, she finds her destiny is for something even greater – to selflessly sacrifice her life to the cause of defending her Nation – and her Leader.

(It's All) About the Author

Saddam H's Zahkebob and the Big Potentate has left a nation, a people, a world gasping. 

It's amazing enough that a sheepherder could rise from his humble, dysfunctional roots in Takrit to the pinnacle of absolute power. But in the rush to the top, as with most overachievers, sometimes that which is most important gets left behind.

Not so with Saddam H.  It is no secret that as author of this and previous, mostly political thrillers such as His Excellence's Most Excellent Adventure (1991), Gun with the Wind (1981), Ah-Qaq! (roughly translated: Thought Crime and Punishment and Torture and a Bullet Through the Head) (1979), and as editor-in-chief of the masterfully spun technical guide, Rail-Gun Targeting Manual (1987), our Great Swordsman has somehow found the time – on top of his myriad duties and responsibilities guiding this great and powerful regime to its well-deserved destiny – to put to paper triumphal words that arise not only from his powerful intellect, but the unfathomable depths of his soul.  

To be sure, we have already been graced with a small taste of Saddam's more whimsical side with his book of light, romantic poetry, Condemned (1985). But with Zahkebob, a spectacular, romantic epic, he has trampled new ground, revealing the kind of intense, overwhelming love and beauty that can only emanate from the oversized heart and soul of a magnificent, lion-hearted  man. 

Let those few vile dissenters who cower in the shadows of F-16s in the No-Fly-Zone of Cowards dare to beg undeserved forgiveness for their treachery and take this opportunity to return to the fold by raising their feeble, pathetic voices to embrace this great, historical figure. I beg you, come home. Throw yourself on His wizened mercy, and see he is nothing less than the new, improved Saladin. You may be pleasantly surprised that, after swift and just retribution, your tiny sparrow heart still beats and that our Leader may just be a bit of a softy after all. 

The acclaim of the entire population of this great Nation cannot be wrong in their unending praise. And, as His Magnificence said in one of his rare interviews, "I know when someone doesn't like my writing before they do."  

Of course he does.  It's who he is – a truly amazing, God-like giant of history, not to mention a hell of a dad and husband too – just ask his wives and Udai.  Move over Saladin, Suleiman and Nasser. You are midgets now, your better has arrived.

Amir Abquat al-Liqqspit, dec. 1957-2002.
Iraqi Writers Union - Baghdad, November 2001

Book Sampler -- Read The First Chapter   

Chapter One

The mechanical hum of the civilian factory complex was music to her ears.

Its Western-made machinery – vastly improved by Iraqi technicians – churned out protective measures to be deployed against our regime’s ever-present enemies. In the midst of these industrial leviathans, a delicate and sweet flower of a woman named Zahkebob plied her trade – day in and day out – at the Baghdad Central Baby Milk Complex

Zahkebob was a ravishing Sunni beauty from the small village of al-Auja near the town of Takrit – the tribal homeland of our Prime Navigator. Her unclouded, absolute loyalty toward her family, her tribe, her nation, her Party and most of all, Our Great Deliverer of Mesopotamia and Province 19 from Crusader Infidels, was as strong as her young heart and pure as her smooth and nubile, but modestly appointed physique.

It was a beautiful, lustrous Baghdad morning – like the one yesterday, and all the others since July 22, 1979, and all those to come as long as the Baath Party – guided and periodically cleansed of traitorous rot by the wise Great Director -- steered the helm of this great and ancient land. . . . 

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