Atallah Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Atallah

His name was “God Given”
The same as his father’s, his last name.
Syrians, was Arab Christian; he worked for Michelin.

Partner and friend he was our accountant.
Too cautious, strange with the games
“Never risk, I am no part.”
He left us.

Years went by and no word
Out of sight, out of mind
Now ISIS, how can I?
Ignore him…?
I see him
A poor
Man.

Open heart can be gift
Of parents of God or, the nature?
Whatever
I like all regardless of their faiths
No culture, no passport, politics or nation.
My joy comes of their joys
Their pains kill,
Sure it hurts.

Atallah,
Wish you best.