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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Coup d'Etat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m comfortable with your confronting me<br>hurling, albeit politely, the epic query</div><div style="margin:10px 0">haunting your ‘tolerance’ and a fever<br>to my soul. It’s frankly a relief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">decoding the cryptic cause of my exile<br>in the context of considering your phobia. So</div><div style="margin:10px 0">here, the facts: boys of my generation<br>marching in front of our tanks to eat into</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the landmines. Women not unlike my mother<br>buried neck-deep for transgression</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before having their heads smashed with rocks.<br>Your tongue has already tried obfuscations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">avoiding the ‘sensitive’ appellation; I put<br>our minds at (some) ease by offering the term</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Muslim’, and using direct monosyllables<br>to terminate the confluence of innuendo:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“What went wrong?” I briefly catalogue<br>the points of my suppressed pride: Persian</div><div style="margin:10px 0">poets, those geniuses; Islamic civilisation<br>an absolute paragon of the Middle Ages. ‘We’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">achieved so much: algebra, alchemy, Alhambra<br>Aviccena, Omar Khayam, Rumi and Andalusia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now beheaded journalists, banished feminists<br>persecuted writers and pulverised regimes. What</div><div style="margin:10px 0">did go wrong? You don’t require my noting<br>British divide-and-conquer, Russian missiles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">US uranium-depleted and cluster bombs; and let’s<br>please avoid Israel. So I propose a date: 19 August</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1953; and the place, Tehran. The event<br>the calculated abortion of the incipient democracy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of my native land. You know about<br>the coup that crushed our future, engineered</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by the CIA with the mullahs’ collusion<br>and our king’s utter complicity? You’re right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dismissing my narration as apologia<br>for a nation’s impotence. Why didn’t my</div><div style="margin:10px 0">grandparents oppose the US-backed generals<br>in the streets of Tehran on the day our chosen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prime Minister Mosaddegh was toppled? Where<br>were our prodigious poets and philosophers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when Eisenhower’s operatives signalled<br>to venal clerics and commanded the junta? Here,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">more facts: hurt by the grotesque perfidy<br>Iranians of my parents’ generation mounted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Revolution against the coup’s beneficiary<br>the Shah; then the Islamic Republic; Sharia law; war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the US protégé Saddam; and now<br>terrorism, terror against terrorism, and the terrors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of a nuclear war between Iran and, yes, Israel. You<br>find my discourse cogent yet, or predictably</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tendentious? A history lecture in need of<br>an addendum of objectivity? You’ve finally</div><div style="margin:10px 0">terminated the small talk, tightened<br>your grimace. I repeat my own morose</div><div style="margin:10px 0">volition to locate an answer. Yes, we will<br>otherwise be prey to perennial fears and</div><div style="margin:10px 0">contemporaneous wars. What went wrong<br>with noble hopes, ‘religion of peace’ and all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the bridge-building and culture-crossing?<br>The soulfulness of Sufi poets and the magic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of Scheherazade’s stories. I feel your<br>disappointment. A romantic quest narrative</div><div style="margin:10px 0">crusading knights vs. ardent Saracens<br>instead of Cold War intrigue and Third World</div><div style="margin:10px 0">servitude. I grant something went wrong<br>all those years ago, and continues to afflict.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Things will keep going wrong. But what would I<br>know. I’m only traumatised and feverish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by the event’s effects, forced into perpetual<br>exile. I’ve only survived. What do you think?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ali+Alizadeh">Ali Alizadeh</a><div class=q>
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hurling, albeit politely, the epic query

haunting your ‘tolerance’ and a fever
to my soul. It’s frankly a relief

decoding the cryptic cause of my exile
in the context of considering your phobia. S..."></div>
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