Afghanistan In The Hands Of Those Idiots! ! ! Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

When I was fifty grade, we had a mullah
Who taught us about the islam
His name was mullah fatiullah
A short stubby man with a face
full of acne scars and a gruff voice.
He told us one day that islam
Considered drinking a terrible sin;
Those who drank would answer for their sin
on the day if Qiyamat
Later I told baba what mullah fatiullah had taught us
Baba crushed an ice cube between his teeth
'But first understand this: and understand it now, Amir:
You will never learn anything of value from these idiots.
I mean all of them. Piss on the beards
of all those self-righteous monkeys.'
I began to giggle,
The image of baba pissing on the beard of any monkey,
Self- righteous or otherwise, was too much.
'They do nothing but thumb their prayer beads,
and recite a book written in a tongue
they don't even understand.'

He took a sip, then a sigh: 'God help us all,
if Afghanistan ever falls into their hands.'

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A fragment from the bestseller novel (The Kite Runner)
Of the Afghaans author Khaled Husseini
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Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
August,2021