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The Palestinians' Kiss of Death

Palestinians were the only nation who unequivocally and actively supported the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. Palestine has been a nation drowning in blood and tears for two generations, and like all the angrily desperate, grabs on any glimmer of hope for revenge on Israel and its friends. That is how; Saddam could readily use the local Palestinians in Kuwait for guarding the town and functioning as a make-shift police force. At the time of invasion, Iraq had the largest army in the region and the 4th in the world>>>

Fathers and daughters

A few years ago, while waiting at the doctor’s office, my father wrote a poem for me and gave it to me, bringing tears to my eyes. A day before a good friend had passed away. On that small piece of paper he wrote a verse from Roudaki which said, “be brave, and grieve, let not your grief take over but live with fortitude and decency." I can’t say I have listened to my father’s wise words ever sine he left me. On June 25 th 2009, my father would have been 94 years old. He passed away on April 20 th , 2009. I know this sounds ridiculous and totally illogical, but I never thought my father would die!!>>>

Sherlock Holmes' Daughter (2)

At the time, however, Christie’s showing up semi-nude to my party seemed like poorly played feminine rivalry. A disappointing move for a woman of Christie’s guiles, but then again she had been caught off guard. Sitting through Paul’s daily denial sessions in my office, I gathered that his conversations with Katayoon were starting to turn personal. “She shuts me out when I ask about her dad,” Paul said. “Is it bad manners in your country to ask about family?” Paul said. “Depends on how you ask,” I said realizing too late that I should have just said “no,” and gone back to my spreadsheet>>>

روزها بلند بود و دیوارها کوتاه

مدرسه که تعطیل میشد و تابستانِ زودرس نَفَس بهار را می گرفت دیگه ول بودیم توی «لین» (کوچه) تا اول مهر و باز شدن دوباره مدرسه. روزها بلند بود و گرما کافر و مسلمون نمی شناخت! پدر و مادرها نهار را که میخوردند دراز می کشیدند توی اتاق نیمه تاریک زیر پنکه سقفی. بادبزن حصیری هم کنار دستشان بود و تنگ پلاستیکی آب یخ بالای سرشان. میخوابیدند تا کمر روز بشکند و زهر گرما گرفته شود. سکوتِ در و دیوار، دین آدم را درمیآورد! >>>