I love America so much.
I LOVE AMERICA SO MUCH I love America so much That I want to name myself Hamed Karzai I call all American dogs 'Sir' I put my children to bed day and night with the National Anthem of America I even feel pity for John Walker-Lindt As soon as I heard Bush passed out, I passed out too I want Muslims to go to Ground Zero instead of Mecca I love America so much That I hate Vietnam and Palestine a thousand times more I wrote on my mother's tombstone who passed away years ago in Kabul: "Died on: September 11, 2001" I thank God a thousand times that Congo's volcanic eruption and earthquake did not take place in America I feel pity for the unexploded American land mines in the soil of Afghanistan I want to know what songs my neighbour's pigeons and canaries sing just in case their whispers may be anti-Yankee I told my husband some of my students are slow in learning English: Aren't these clear signs of terrorism? I love America so much, I don't want anyone to know that, until yesterday, the leaders of the Northern Alliance used to call the necktie, "the sinful knot of Christianity" I wish that the Twin Towers of New York would be built on the spot of the destroyed statues of the Buddha in Bamiyan When I exchange the US dollar for Afghani currency, I shamefully apologize to the face on the dollar Ariel Sharon seems to be the most modest, handsome, and the best human being on earth I love America so much That I destroyed all the ant nests around my house, fearing that they may have been pathways to Tora Bora caves in Jalalabad Behind the bankruptcy of "Enron" I see Osama Bin Laden and Mulla Omar's hands I am not sure if I should cry of laugh at the death of Ahmad Shah Masoud, because Colin Powell has not stated a clear position I want to think like Donald Rumsfeld in my sleep and while awake I constantly whisper: A thousand Kabuls and Kandahars should be sacrificed for a hair of New York I want to write in Amid's Dictionary: terrorism means nagging at the United States of America I love America so much That I won't laugh at anti-American jokes I want to have as my last words before death: Pentagon, My Love! I whisper to myself that I wish Ghanoni and Abdullah knew English as well as Pervez Mosharaf I am so delighted that the acronym of my name is: F. B. I.
[Reprinted from: Shahrvand vol. 11, no. 663 (March 1, 2002), p. 44]
Farideh Bahar Ibrahimi