I watched the 1990 World Cup final with my friend who showed up a little late and thus missed much of the pregame ceremonies. He finally made it there just as the game was about to start. In spite of the hot summer weather I brought some tea and pastries for us to eat. Following the singing of the national anthems the teams began getting ready for kickoff. The crowd was chanting in unison although I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying so I turned to him to see if he could make it out. “Are they chanting Iran?” he asked me prompting us both to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of his suggestion. After suffering through that 90 minutes of vomit and an ultimate German win, I walked him outside and as we chatted a bit and he got ready to leave my exact words to him (with the final still fresh in my mind) were "عجب جام جهانی ک**ری بود."
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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