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Book <strong>Review</strong>s<br />

The rewards and punishments used here to train the horse are symbolic<br />

of the case Hasan makes throughout the collection that the world<br />

indoctrinates us in the same way. “Shia” is most often used to refer to<br />

the second largest denomination in Islam, but at its heart “shia” refers<br />

to “follower” or “partisan”; and in Grieving Shias, Hasan often defines<br />

people by what they believe and with whom they would stand or fall,<br />

as these lines at the end of “M<strong>our</strong>ning and Other Activities” indicate:<br />

You m<strong>our</strong>n and cry y<strong>our</strong> heart out in the heat.<br />

Those of us who have faith<br />

then crawl under the belly of the horse<br />

whenever it comes to a stop.<br />

Between the f<strong>our</strong> brown hooves<br />

take refuge from the sun.<br />

In perhaps the collection’s most ambitious poem, “In That Part of<br />

the World,” Hasan writes poignantly of war-torn Afghanistan, where<br />

“The sky here is American like the blue of y<strong>our</strong> eyes”; but Hasan<br />

never forgets the history and its consequences upon the land and its<br />

people, “...parched soil... / on which the primal play of progress comes<br />

to pass.” The nine sections of the poem explore the past and present<br />

through <strong>No</strong>or Mohammad Taraki, the Bamiyan Buddhas, cluster<br />

bombs, and child martyrs. Hasan’s words are those of the “uncertain<br />

exile” who:<br />

...has nothing to do<br />

with the divine or with any other kind of comedy,<br />

but with what has remained or with what reminds:<br />

with the trace of terror that persists.<br />

So it is fitting—and powerfully disconcerting—when the final section<br />

of “In That Part of the World” leaves us with this image:<br />

If only Gandhi’s spinning wheel had spun<br />

a million yards of cloth<br />

we would have covered all <strong>our</strong> war dead.<br />

And as for tents, we would have built<br />

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