My Dear Hussein Excerpt by Nahal Navidar
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Scene Eight The next day. Parvaneh wears homemade butterfly wings and runs, flapping her arms around the yard. Javad rips leaves to bits on the ground. PARVANEH --and when I woke up this morning, Maman showed me my wings! She said we’re going to flap flap flap our wings all the way to a new flower called Amreeka where we can sing out loud and play like this! Woosh woosh! (Beat) Hey!
Why are you so quiet?
Do you want butterfly wings too?
JAVAD No. PARVANEH Maman can make one for you, I can ask! Leave me alone!
JAVAD Parvaneh stops fluttering. PARVANEH
What’s wrong? JAVAD Go away. (Beat) What?!
JAVAD Cont’d
PARVANEH Do you want to come to Amreeka with us? courtyard walls and—
We can play outside the
JAVAD Play outside courtyard walls? You’re such a dummy. (Beat)