They're beating their war drums and chanting Iran. They cry tears of steel and wail about the noble need to invade and conquer. They caress their powerful tools of destruction and quiver with anticipation of success. They can't imagine that their dreams are about to become nightmares.It goes on in the same vein about Persian rugs and poetry. The author never names the "agressors," but he must not mean the US--we have lots of pistachios and dates in California. According to Mehr, the author, Joel Miller, "is based in Sweden and is the author of the book 'From DNA to ABC.'" Miller concludes:
They know nothing of Iranian pistachios. These large, tender and exquisite nuts have been pleasing and nourishing the Iranians since long before Europeans walked on the American continent. The aggressors know nothing of the fury they will unleash should they damage a single pistachio tree.
The Iranians embrace a similar reverence for their dates. These dates have sweetened their palates since long before the word candy existed in the English language, since long before there was an English language. The Iranians have joked and flirted with these dates, evoked smiles and laughter from their children with them, thanked their loved ones for sweet pleasures with them. They are not going to put up with anyone desecrating their dates.
What do the aggressors know of pistachios or dates?
Do the aggressors have any idea what it means to attack a nation of poets? That their steel and fire has no power against poetry? That whatever destruction and suffering they bring to Iran will become ingredients in their own nightmare of defeat?I am somehow reminded that after 9/11 you could get California pistachios dyed red, white, and blue. How jingoistic of me to think of this!
Of course they don't. They don't even know the significance of a pistachio.
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