My Country, My Country

     There was once a great king called Xerexes… oh crap. I don’t know why, but whenever someone wants to talk about my country they always bring up the whole legends of Xerexes and other kings of ancient times who used to rule our motherland, the great Persia. So Xerexes didn’t kill women and children? Oh that’s great; but what about their cities, their everything else? How would he treat their men? What the hell did he even want to prove by capturing their lands and properties? Wake up dude!

I mean, not that I hate him or anything but I’m sick and tired of those stupid people who don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re always like, “He was such a nice guy he didn’t take hostage the women and children of the defeated” and so on. Come on man, the dude was a war monger at the first place. Why to start a war and then let go of the innocent? What, you’re saying their men were guilty so there was nothing wrong with killing them? Or they had to die, so that Xerexes could let go of their women and put his name out there as a merciful and generous “God”?! How about that?

Sadly, this madness doesn’t end here. Some go on so much that they talk about those times as if they’ve been there and have spent time with the guy himself. I read somewhere on Facebook, that “Xerexes liked fruits a lot and he always carried with him a big like a bag of different fruits and give them away to the poor, after invading their land to show his generosity.” Seriously? Is this what the world has come to? Now you’re lying to defend some douche bag vampire who used to invade other countries for no reason and used to call himself a God? Get a life man. Seriously, go get a life.

I’m proud to say I’m all but a supporter of that guy. He may have had written the world’s first human rights thingy and he may had shown mercy to some people, but I’m sure it’s because of kings like him that some people still hate my country today. Ask Arabs and they want all the Persians dead. Ask Turks and they’re so hurt, that they want to chew your heart for no reason and ask Afghanis and Pakis to see how proud they are for not being recognized as Iranians. How’s that Xerexes lovers?

But I know a few men who truly stood for my people and I worship them. I know Sattar Khan, Bagher Khan, Mirza Kuchak Khan. Yeah, these are my heroes and the ones you need to learn about. Xerexes was a king, he could do whatever he wanted, but Mirza wasn’t. He was an ordinary man with a terrible haircut, who built a little army in the jungle and scared the living hell out of the enemies of the nation. I know a man called Mostafa Chamran, who beat the sh*t out of Iraqis with empty hands and was killed 600 kilometers away from home, while he could easily stay in the US and get his PhD and live a very wealthy and comfortable life. The list goes on but I’d live the rest for you to find out. 

Whenever I see somewhere, a guy who’s yelling his lungs off to support a foolish king of this kind and thinks that showing the world how big heroes we once used to have is what he’s doing, I just want to choke them. Let’s hope they either wake up or go to hell to meet up with their beloved king.

P.S: Historians’ and Xerexes-for-life-people’s discretion was advised.