I myself am only the story of a refugee in Iran.
I have burdened myself with the guilt of generations,
and am compelled to work it off.
Iranians, your lack of love is directed at me.
Because I am an Afghan.
Learn not to be tyrants,
to act not only as nationalists.
We have to know how to
view all people with one eye.
I taught myself not to let the injustices
that I experienced at your hands
seep into me as resentment,
so as not to become another tyrant.
Fate has not provided for all people to be happy.
As a refugee I became a character that you make fun of.
Would you like me to explain Iran to you in one sentence?
»For you, everything is forbidden!«