Dear Young Kurdish Men,
Please take the time in the morning to do the buttons of your shirt up; nobody needs to see your hairy chest or your many silver chains.
Please stop wearing silver chains, bracelets and decorative rings; you wear more jewellery than your mother.
Please stop loitering about in the markets during the day and get a job, or go to the library and study for that degree you’re supposed to be earning.
Please stop smoking like it’s cool, you smell like a cremated corpse.
Please stop drinking and driving. Instead of spending the whole day watching funny Kurdish cartoons or Arabic music videos, educate yourself on the dangers of drunk driving.
Please choose more responsible places to drink, like, I don’t know, somewhere that isn’t by the side of a busy mountain road?
Please stop gathering at car crash scenes for entertainment like you’ve never seen an accident before.
Keep your filthy hairy tentacles to yourself and don’t touch me because I will punch you, my siblings will punch you, my Mum will punch you and my Dad will punch you. Then my Dad will go get his gun and you will start crying.
No you don’t need a car just because you’ve started University, stop being a brat and take the bus.
Just because you have a car it doesn’t mean you’re a God, it does mean you are spoilt.
No it’s not ok to ask your parents/relatives for money to go abroad so you can sleep with foreigners, go on benefits or get a menial job and drink, smoke and gamble to your heart’s content. Go do something that contributes to Kurdish society.
Get a normal haircut and stop bathing yourself in gel; you look like a cow licked your head.
Don’t be surprised if you pick someone to marry based on their looks and she turns out to be a gold digging airhead.
Don't be surprised if I turn down your heartfelt, emotional declaration of love and marriage right after you find out I live abroad and you mention you are desperate to live outside Iraq.
Stop staring at me. If you don't stop staring at me, one day I will walk right up to you and jab you in the eyes.
Guys, the 1970s ended years ago, lets start buying jeans that aren't skin tight and flared. No one needs to see that.
Yours Sincerely,
Young Kurdish Women
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