I honestly shout my birthday When you are so happy and euphoric When full of life enthusiasm Eid and congratulations ... I hate cheerful kids on television from the presenter of their prizes and laughter ... Fake ... I hate school sandwiches, sausages, sausages, cucumbers ... from the angry imams photo, curse on the wall from the bench and class, bag, book, auto -bell and teacher ... I hate Eidu Eid al -Katwar, The forbidden ornamentation on the table Anyone who smells the barbecue ... I hate a hundredg of cheese and grocer that died from the chicken soup, from the duck that was cut from the eyes of the sheep and the thirst of his meat in Asho from Asho Ashura and the butcher. On the age of from the green hair behind my lipfish I hate the bad smell of the painters from the strokes and the strokes to your throat of the bitter taste of your mood infection from your hijab and chastity and fasting. Akhundo Swashing s claim to tear my hips from Django constant protests ... I hate me, you and all the stories ... God from the most romantic poems from the fate of our faithful I hate so "hate" ... hate "
