She goes on to say that "if a guy kills ten women in the presence of fifteen others, no one can condemn him because in a murder case, we women, we can't even testify! He's also the one who has the right to divorce and even if he gives it to you, he nontheless has custody of the children! I heard a religious man justify this law by saying that man was the grain aned woman, the earth in which the grain grew, therefore the child naturally belonged to his father! Do you realize? I can't take it anymore. I want to leave this country."
It's amazing to look at the way that Marjane feels and how strongly she feels about it. War and the traditions of her country have made her completley change her mind about how she feels about her country and not for the better. Because of the wars, the law, and the tradition, these are the reasons that Marjane wants out. Conflict has completley created Marjane's identity. Conflict being war shapes Marjane to be who she is. It may even deny her of who she wants to be. I felt like this was the exact reason that she wanted out of her country so badly: so she could be free to be who she wanted to be and not only what her country wanted her to be.
This works in context with all the poems we read, especially I explain a Few Things by Pablo Neruda. This poem tells two sides of a story, the happy go luck side and the evil war side, and illustrates how easy it is for war to ruin/tear apart a beautiful happy country. In the beginning Pablo states the question he thinks we are going to ask, "Why don't you write about the happy things, the flowers and the birds anymore?" And at the end he answers it "Come and see the blood in the streets." The first half of the poem is all about the happy suburb of Madrid, his house was even called "the house of flowers because in every cranny geraniums burst." But in the second half of the poem something terrible happens. "And one morning all that was burning, one morning the bonfires leapt out of the earth devouring human beings". All of a sudden war comes and turns this nice suburb into a hell hole. He than talks about the blood of children, death, knives; all the pieces that come with war. He even talks about how his house has changed. "See my dead house." His house went from being beautiful to dead. And finally at the end he basically says, the reason I don't write about the flowers, birds, and beautiful aspects of Madrid is because war destroyed them. This poem in itself is a perfect example of how war changes everything. War is a universal concept and no matter where you are from you can relate to it and death. It can not only forge your identity, but as we see in Persepolis it can also deny and transform your identity.
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